Love and War (Ziall Fanfic)

Chapter 4 (Niall's POV)

Chapter 4


Niall's Point of View


Well, after those four left with the principle, the bell rang and I had to go to Physics. Great. Just what I needed. I share all my classes with Zayn. I don't even know why he doesn't like me, he doesn't even know me!

So I decided to change that. I mean sure, I was also somewhat of a prick. But only because he was being impolite and arrogant. But now, things have gone too far.

I need to have a serious talk with Diana too, turns out what Zayn told me was correct. And also to Terry, he shouldn't be laying a finger on a girl, even if he was defending his friend.

I see Zayn sitting with Liam. I usually sit 5 rows away from them but this time, I take a seat in the row directly next to them. "Um, what are you doing?" He asks me somewhat shocked.

"Well, we got off to a wrong start. So I wanna start over. I have nothing against you" I say honestly. "That sounds like a grea-" Liam was saying as Zayn cut him off, "No". I was quite taken aback.

"And why not?" Liam and I say in unison. "Because, I don't want to. You're just the new kid, I run the school" he states as if it's the most obvious. "Zayn, dude what's wrong with you?" Liam asks him. "Him" he says referring to me.

I was now pretty angry, no, scratch that, I was now fuming. I get off my seat and lean forward to his ear "Well, you know that saying, If you can't beat them, join them? Well this is quite the opposite. As in If you can't join them, beat them" I whisper coldly. I withdraw myself, and go back to my normal seat, 5 amazing rows away.

What was I thinking? He's such an arrogant dick. Well if he was doesn't wanna play nice, I'm gonna play it like a bitch. The teacher enters along with the rest of the students.



That felt like forever. The longest 50 minutes of my life! Now, we have study hall. We share this hour with another class, which is Terry and Diana's.

I enter and I'm happy to see Terry and Diana here. I also notice that Michelle is here! And I guess Miley's in class. I approach and sit with them.

"What happened?" I ask them. "Well he let us off, with an after-school detention. Michelle, the bitch, was let off without anything at all because she's new" explains Diana.

"It could've been worse" Terry says, which is true. "We could've got suspended... On the first week of school" he adds. "Glad that didn't happen" Diana said. "But I'm still out to get Miley" she says, if she was a snake, she'd definitely be King Cobra.

"Oh, which reminds me. Diana I need to have a serious talk with you. And you too Terry" I tell them both. "About what?" They say in unison. "Well Diana, umm, I don't know how to put this, but you really need to calm down. As in, like, stop jumping from guy to guy" I say, expecting to get yelled at.

Surprisingly, she put her head down. "And you Terry, I know you were defending Diana over here, but it's never right to hit a girl, no matter how much of a bitch she is" I say. "Yeah, I was just pissed off that's all" he says.

Well that went well...

The school bell rang, signalling the end of the day. All three of us walk out, somewhat feeling closer than before.


I enter my house, trying to avoid my father. My mum took it pretty well, but my dad however... "Well look who's here? The faggot in his true form" he greets me. "Good afternoon father" I greet him. I never call him dad, dad and father are two different things.

Greg took it well too, so I don't know why my father took it really bad. "Oh hello Niall" my mum says happily, giving my dad the look. My mum's attitude towards me never changed, thankfully. And same for Greg. But it just irritates me that my father isn't accepting it.

My father turns around and leaves. "He needs time honey" my mum explains, again. "Still doesn't mean he should call me words, I'm still his son" I say, again. This conversation, as you can see, happened before. But I still smile at my mum, she's really trying.

I sit down at the table ready for lunch. My stomach was grumbling, literally. We are all sitting holding each other's hands to say a prayer. "Niall, if you please" my mum says. "Sure, tell the gay to pray" my father says rudely.

I'll admit it, it hurt. A lot. But I ignore it. My mum tells him to 'grow up'. I begin, "Oh Mighty Lord, Dead Jesus, thank you for the meal you have provided for everyday up till now. Please accept our thanks as we gratefully proceed to eat" I say.



I snuggle into my bed comfortably. I feel really warm, the pillows, the mattress, the blanket. It's heaven! Well, heaven number two compared to food. As I lie down, I feel a void in the pit of my stomach. No, it's not from being hungry, but from being lonely.

I knew that I have harder chances at getting into a relationship, but it's not like I chose to be gay. I want someone to cuddle me up, let me feel protected, physically and emotionally. I'm sick of cuddling with my pillows, ridiculous I know, but still!

Everyone deserves love. Love is love, no matter the gender. I would do anything to just have a real relationship with a boy, and just to cuddle and snuggle and just straight love each other.

But I know that won't be happening anytime soon... I feel powerless, and a tear drops down my face. I don't have the energy for anything at all, and just let sleep take over me.


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Well, that's a little bit of background for our Nialler. Zayn can you not be such a dick? Although it's drop dead sexy but still?

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