Love and War (Ziall Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1


The first day of school, god I hate it. But at least, it's my final year. Last year to go and then university. But school isn't that bad for me I guess, I am the most popular. And I have straight A's. I don't want to brag but I'm also artistic and I can sing. But at least I'm not stuck up.

I make my way downstairs and sit on the kitchen table. "Morning Zayn" mum greets me. "Morning mum" I reply politely. My mum is very strict when it comes down to manners and responsibility. "First day, last year, you ready?" My mum says trying to converse. "Yup, might as well get it over and done with" I say nonchalantly.

I mean, even though school isn't hell for me, I'd rather not go. I eat my breakfast quietly, excuse myself and head to the bathroom. I brush my teeth, again, and stare at the mirror. My hair is perfect, I also had the imagination to add a blonde streak too.

I exit the bathroom and go to the kitchen, put my bag over my shoulder, tell my mum that I'm going and I leave. She offered to drive me but I politely refused. Having your mother drive you to school on your first day, is like social suicide. Especially when you're at the top of the social ladder.

School is like a 20 minute walk away from my house. On my way there, I take the time to think. I thought whether there'd be new students. New teachers. What was I really expecting? Well I honestly didn't know. Maybe something-someone interesting. I swing both ways, but nobody knows. No one knows I'm bisexual. I can't come out, especially because I'm Muslim.

Homosexuality is forbidden in Islam, just like Christianity and Judaism. To be exact, in Islam, homosexual acts, like kissing and sex, are forbidden only, not emotions. Emotions can't be controlled, but your actions can. But of course, what's a romantic relationship without physical love? That's why I keep my sexuality to myself.

Pushing the thoughts away, I'm like 2 minutes away from school. I'm already 5 minutes late. Well of course, a guy like me has to be fashionably late. I reach the school and head for the office. "Starting off the year with tardiness I see" says Ms Dana. "Yes, y'know, fashionably late, dramatic entrance, first day, yada yada yada" I mumble bored.

"Here's the your schedule, and you may head to home-room. Oh, and don't be late again, Malik" Ms Dana smiles. "Kay, bye" I just say as I exit. I make my way and enter home-room. "Well, you're late Zayn. I'll let you off this time, next time I won't be so easy" Mr. Tomlinson says. Funny thing is, 'Mr Tomlinson' is in fact one of my best friends. He graduated two years ago, and only needed one year of university to become a teacher. He's rather smart.

"Sure thing Lou" I smirk with a wink. "It's Mr Tomlinson to you, thanks" he sasses back. Ah, he hasn't changed a bit. "You got it, Sass Master" I mock as he rolls his eyes. I take my sit and Louis, I mean Mr Tomlinson, starts calling out names for attendance. "Pssssst" Liam whispers. I turn around, "what?" I ask.

"Well, for one, HELLO! I'm good thanks" he says with sarcasm. Liam is my best friend. "Hello, what's up?" I say casually. "Rumours are, a new student is coming soon" he tells me. Well, I guess, I did expect someone new. "And, what's it to me?" I ask. I really don't care, I mean I'm not insensitive but like, the 'new kid' would definitely be at the bottom of the social ladder.

"Thought you'd want to know" he says. "Zayn Malik" calls Tomlinson. "Present" I yell back. "Diana Orlando" he calls out. "Present" she says. Diana is my ex girlfriend. We broke up because she didn't trust me. Ouch. "Liam Payne" "Present" Liam calls back, and Mr Tomlinson continues calling out names.

When he's done, we grab our things and leave. "First period is English" I say happily. I like English class. I might be an English teacher, depends. It's something I'm considering. Classes are arranged in order of intelligence. The smartest are in the highest class, and so on. Liam and I, are in the highest along with others. We make our way to English.

We enter and take our seats. "Dude, Diana is staring at you" Liam tells me. "Oh, God no. Not again. Last year I made it pretty clear that I'm not interested anymore" I complain. "Yeah, well she's not taking it too well" he replies. I avoid her gaze. "Alright class, our first assignment of the year would be to read 'Thirteen Reasons Why'" Ms Johansson announces.

"This book is not an old book of English literature. To your fortune, it's a teen book based on suicide. It's really interesting and I hope you'll take it very seriously" she explains and hands out the book. It sounds interesting really, I heard about the book. Based on a girl who committed suicide, and she left a bunch of tapes and sent them to 13 people, telling them what they did to cause her to kill herself.

I smile at the book and pack it up. I know I sound like a nerd, but hey, English is awesome. I like that Ms Johansson chose to give us a modern book.


The hours passed by and we're sitting at the lunch table. Liam, Harry, Miley, Demi, Colton and I. "Miley, what the fuck did you do to your hair?" Liam says shocked. "Well, I needed a new appearance, voila" she says cheerfully with a big smile plastered on her face. She dyed her hair blonde and cut it as a buzz cut. "I like it" I admit. "It really killed your innocent image but it's hot" I explain. It's true, her style is hot.

We start talking, "Guys, I'm modelling for Abercrombie!" Colton announces excitedly. We congratulate him. I guess, in a secret bisexual way, he is hot. White skin, blue eyes, brown hair. His body is fit too. He's definitely model material. We all had talents. Our mutual talent is singing. We can all sing. But each of us have our own extra talent or two.

Liam sings and acts. Miley sings, acts and dances. Demi sings, write songs and also acts. Colton sings, model and also acts. Harry sings and models. And I sing, write songs, draw and sketch. We are a very talented group of people if I must say so myself.

"I'll be starting next week, Saturday" announces Colton. "I'll be there, moral support and all" I casually say. We high five each other. "New kid coming soon" says Demi. "Yeah, I heard. I wonder if he's hot" Miley adds to the conversation. "Rumour is he's Scottish" says Demi. "I heard he's Irish" says Harry. "And I really don't care" I say. Okay, I'm acting like a jerk but really, who cares. He's just a student. Like every one of us. And he isn't even here yet.

"He'll be here tomorrow" says Colton. "Something to look forward to" I say sarcastically. "Don't be dry" says Liam as he nudges my shoulder. "Guys, leave him alone. He's just afraid that the new kid will steal his attention" Miley mocks me. "I am not!" I fight back. "Sure" Demi replies sarcastically. Well, thank you guys.

"New topic... So how was the summer?" I ask changing the subject in the most direct way. "Well, France was fun" says Harry. "I bet it was, country of love" I coo him. "Whatever". We keep talking until the bell rings and we go to our classes.

We have art, my second favourite class. I love sketching as I said before. "Alright class, feel free to paint whatever you feel like" Mr Hoechlin announces. I start to paint a person standing on shattered glass, but with a smile on his face. His feet are bleeding yet he has no evidence of pain throughout his face. The background is shadows, with some faces in it.

Towards the end, Mr Hoechlin comes by my work. "Oh lord, this is truly powerful. Oh my, the emotion, the feelings, I can't even" he says. "Sir, did you just say 'I can't even'?" I ask shocked. "Um, no" he says and walks away. I start laughing, that was really weird. The bell rings and I head to my final class- sport.

Okay so out sports coach is gay. His name is Neil Harris. Mr Harris or Coach H as he prefers. No one dares to ridicule homosexuality in our school, coach H may be gay, but he is one tough mother fucker. "To start off the year, run 5 laps" he orders. Really? 5 laps? Our track is MASSIVE.

But nevertheless, I start running. On the third lap, I hear someone call my name. I choose to ignore, because I know exactly who it is. "Zayn slow down, we need to talk", "Go away Diana", "I really can't go anywhere" "Real funny" I mock. "Just slow down" and for some reason I do.

"What do you want?" I spit. "I, well, I want us to take another chance" she asks. "No" I simply reply. "But Zayn, I thi-" and I just run faster leaving her behind. On fourth lap, Liam catches up. "What was that about?" He asks. "The usual" I casually reply. We run that and the fifth lap together and then head to the locker room.

We get into our football (not soccer) gear and head to the field. The girls have changed into their cheerleading uniforms. "Okay, football. You have thirty minutes, Zayn and Liam choose your teammates" Coach H says. Liam and I choose our teammates and start playing.


"That was the longest 30 minutes of my life" I dramatically yell in the locker room. We're all shirtless, which is hard for me because I try not to stare. I grab my towel and just as I'm about to head for the showers, Coach H comes in. He stares at my body a little bit too long. "Um, can I help you coach?" I ask, feeling slightly uncomfortable, as blood rushes to my face.

"Um, I came to say that you all have 10 minutes to finish before the period ends" he announces loud for the whole boys locker room to hear. He takes one last look and turns around. Coach H, well he's scary. He's in his thirties and he's good looking, but he, I don't know, has like a pedophile vibe to him.

We all respected him but nobody ever liked him. It's pretty obvious why. And to think that him being gay is good so he can't harass the girls, instead he eye-rapes the boys. I finish showering and dress into uniform. If I knew that we have sports final period, I would've brought normal clothes along instead of having to change back into uniform. Oh well.

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Well guys! How was that? Interesting? Yes, the new kid is Niall, it's not a Pretty Little Liars secret :p

Well, tell me what you think? I promise that Niall appears in the next chapter and that there will be plenty of shit going down!!

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-Mario