Bullied By Zayn Malik.

Chapter 10: Did The Tables Turn?

Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Out of all the places that mop top could kick, he picks my nose?! Why?!

I ran into the bathroom, tears spilling out of my eyes with ease. The pain was unbearable, it felt like someone stuck a knife right between my eyes. It hurt more than a punch from my dad, and that takes a lot to beat. I looked at myself in the mirror, uncovering my nose. It looked like someone ran a paintbrush covered with red paint over my nose, it was gushing blood. Shit. I gathered toilet paper from a stall and tried wiping some of the blood off, but that didn't go to well. The second I touched it, it sent a shockwave of pain through my whole face, causing me to yelp like a dog that was just stepped on. I covered my nose again, shutting my eyes tight. How on Earth am I supposed to clean this when I can't even touch it? I grunted in anger, this was all my dads fault. Why did he have to slam my nose into my floor last night? If he didn't I wouldn't be like this right now. Fucking prick.

"What's the matter Zayn? Nose hurt?" someone with a thick Irish accent said from behind me. I turned and saw those four boys, Harry, Liam, Louis and Niall. They were all smirking, giving me this death glare. I'll admit, I was a bit nervous. "Fuck off blondie, my nose was in bad condition before bed head over there kicked me." Harry chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. "And why's that? Get into a fight? What a badass." I felt my anger boil inside of me, but then it quickly faded when I remembered the real reason why. My own father broke my nose. And he didn't even care. I felt more tears rush to my eyes, but I pushed them back. I would NOT let them see me cry. "Aww, is Zayn gonna cry?" Louis taunted, putting on a pouty face. The others laughed. That's it. I charged at him, slamming him up against the blue tiled wall. He gasped and I could tell he was scared, but not terrified like usual. I looked him straight in the eyes. "You listen to me Louis. You and your friends only won that fight because of my nose. If it wasn't broke, all of you would be in the hospital. So why don't you just shut your smart mouth before I-" I was cut off by Liam, who pinched my nose between his pointer finger and thumb. He twisted it, causing me to scream and drop to my knees. "LET GO! LET GO! PLEASE!" I begged, trying to get his hand off my bloody nose. He just smirked. "Why should I? You never stop when we ask." he squeezed tighter, causing tears to run down my face like two small rivers. It was pure torture. "L-Liam, please!.." I looked into his eyes, they were cold, like mine usually are. But when I said his name, it was like the sun burst through the clouds in his eyes. They warmed up, and I almost saw a hint of guilt in them. He finally let go, resting his arm down by his side.

I backed away from them, covering my nose and trying my best not to cry, but it wasn't going well. The pain was just too much. I took deep breaths, and prayed that the pain would go away, or at least die down. I honestly thought I was going to pass out. "Tell me the real reason why your nose is broken, Zayn." Liam asked suddenly, looking directly into my red, puffy eyes. I stared at him. I stared at all four of them. The were patiently waiting for me to answer, arms crossed over their chests. I thought about it. Why should I tell them? It's not like they care, and even if they did, they wouldn't do anything about it. I stood up, holding onto one of the sinks to steady myself from the sudden dizziness. "Harry told you the reason. I got into a fight." I walked towards the door, forgetting about the dried blood on my face. I didn't care, I just wanted to get out of here. But on the way out, I shoved Niall into Liam, and they all fell down, domino style. I smirked. 

"I'm still going to beat your asses tomorrow. So watch out. I walked out of the bathroom, leaving them speechless. Did they actually think that I was being nice to them, all because of my broken nose? Fucking morons.