Bullied By Zayn Malik.

Chapter 8: Niall's Choice.

*Niall's POV*

"Are you nuts?!" I yelled, as Liam covered my mouth. "Shut up! you're going to wake Louis!" I rolled my eyes and did what anyone else would do. I licked his hand. "EW!" he jumped away from me, and wiped his hand on my jacket. I pushed him so he was sitting on the bed oppisite from Lou. "Are you seriously that crazy?! If we get revenge on Zayn, it'll just backfire on us! And then he will literally beat us until we're nothing but a puddle on the floor!" I thought Liam was smarter than this. What the hell?!

Liam rolled his eyes, "Niall, he has sent you too the hospital twice! How could you not want some type of revenge?!" I stayed quiet, staring at the ground. Liam knew I hated talking about that, how could he bring it up? "Nialler," he started, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Just think about it, wouldn't you like to see the same fear written all over his face when we turn the tables on him? The same pain when we give him a wedgie so bad you'll think he'll need surgery to remove it?" I slapped his arm, "Don't bring that up. That was the most painful experiance in my life. Worse than him breaking my arm." He gave me a small smile. "Just think about it.." I sighed, "Fine. I'll think about it. Now do you have any money I could borrow? Zayn took mine and I'm starving." he chuckled slightly before digging in his pocket and handed me a couple of pounds. "Thanks mate." I called over my shoulder, heading out the door. "Come back soon! Louis' supposed to wake up soon!" Harry called. I waved my hand as an 'okay.'

I got my lunch in the cafeateria and sat at a table by myself. I didn't mind, I liked the quiet. I poked around at the school "food", thinking about what Liam had said. Zayn has done a lot to me in the past few months. He's shoved me into lockers, literally put me into lockers 'cause I'm small enough to fit, stole my money, punched me, kicked me, shoved me down stairs, he even broke my arm purposely. What the hell is wrong with that boy? Who can get a joy out of that?! I remember Harry telling me a story, about how last year Zayn was completely different. He wasn't the nicest kid around, but he didn't do the things he did now. He also told me that he would come in with bruises or cuts on his arm, and other places too. He once came with a sling around his arm, similair to the one I had to wear.

I scrunched my nose up, he thinks he's such a bad boy, getting into fights like that. He thinks he's hot shit. Well you know what? I bet if me, Liam, Harry, and Louis all ganged up on Zayn, he'd shake in pure fear. He'd scream and cry and beg for mercey, like we do when he attacks us. But like he does, we'd just keep going. I smiled. He may be stronger than us when we're one on one, but four on one? He's basically a dead man walking. I looked down at the food in front of me, I lost my appitite. I threw out the questionable crap and simply got a bag of chips instead. When I got back up to the nurse's office, Liam and Harry looked at me, hoping that I'd go along with their plan.

"Well?.." Liam asked, after a long period of silence.

I looked up at him, a fire full of anger rising in my eyes. "I'm in."