Bullied By Zayn Malik.

Chapter 11: Frenemies.

*Niall's POV*

We picked ourselves off the dirty bathroom floor. "That kid has some set of balls." Harry muttered, glaring at the door. I sighed, "Just let it go Hazza, we'll get him eventually. It just takes time." He nodded with a sigh, crossing his arms. "Yeah yeah I know, I just don't like waiting." Louie smirked, snaking an arm around Harry's shoulder. "We know, but think of what will happen to him, it'll be worth the wait." Lou had such an evil smirk on his face as he said those words, it almost made me shiver. harry shined the same smile back, chuckling a bit. "Yeah, I guess you're right." Liam smiled, "Jolly good, now let's get out of here. Zayn's blood is all over the floor and it's creeping me out." he was eying the white and blue floor splattered with crimson red. I cringed, none of us were a big fan of blood. In horror movies yeah, but real life? No thanks!

It was the second to last class of the day. I dreaded this class, because this is the only class I have with Zayn. I walked into History, setting my books down on my desk and taking a seat. One by one the other students rolled in, but I only kept an eye out for a specific kid. Then finally, he arrived.

Zayn walked in with his head down, staring at his shoes. He walked right passed me, which surprised me. Usually he either kicks my desk or flips my hat off my head. But today? Nothing. I liked it, but it felt almost... weird, not having it happen. I shrugged it off. Zayn sat at his desk, and rested his head on his stack of books. Whoa, wait a minute. ZAYN had BOOKS in his hand? Is he okay? Did I hit him too hard? He never pays attention, nor does he do homework. Everyday he walks in free-handed, not even a pen or pencil to write with. Now there he was, a notebook, a text book, and a agenda on top with a pen clipped onto the spiral of it. Wow, never thought I'd see the day when he came perpared. I scanned him more closely, looking at his face. I noticed that dark, almost black circles had begun to form under his eyes. His usual tan skin was slightly paler, and his eyes were cloudy and glassy. To be honest, he looked like shit. He didn't look like that three classes ago in the restroom?

"Alright class!" Mr.Parker yelled, slamming his book shut to get our attention. I quickly turned in my seat, facing away from Zayn. "Alright boys and girls, today we are going to learn about.." I completely zoned out already. I hated history with a passion. Everyone we learn about is dead, so why should I care? Yes, they gave me the life I have today, and I'm grateful for that. Just not grateful enough to give up 18 years of my life to learn about it. No thanks.

The clock slowly ticked away time, making sure that I suffered every minute. About maybe.. twenty minutes into the class, Zayn raised his hand. "Yes, Mr.Malik?" said Mr.Parker. I looked over at him, scrunching up my nose. He looked horrible, and I have to say, I felt a little bad. "May I please go to the nurse, I don't feel well." Wow, he was being polite too. Who was this kid? "Normally I would say yes Mr. Malik, but this is a very important lesson and I don't want you too miss it. So please wait until the end of class." "But-" Zayn tried to argue, with his voice all raspy. "No further acceptations, thank you." I rolled my eyes, Mr.Parker is the worlds biggest prick. Even bigger than Zayn, and that takes a lot. I glanced over at Zayn again, frowning. He looked like he was about to be sick, how could Mr.Parker not let him go? Before I knew what I was doing, I was up and heading over to Zayn's desk. I tapped him, and he pulled his head up, looking at me with those glassy eyes. "What do you want Horan?" He tried to sound tough, but it really wasn't working. "Come on, I'm taking you to the nurse." I tugged him up by his arm. "But he said-" "I know what he said, and he's out of his mind if he isn't going to do anything. You need help, Zayn." He stood up, but held onto my shoulder for balance. "Easy." I hushed, wrapping my arm around him to help him walk.

"Where do you think you two are going?!" Mr. Parker yelled, crossing his arms over his chest. I rolled my eyes, "I'm taking him to the nurse. He obviously needs help, but I guess you're too stubborn to see that." The whole class gasped at my rude remark. Mr. Parker was furious. "Horan, detention! Right here after school!" I shrugged my arms. "Whatever, I'm helping a student in need. Something that's supposed to be YOUR job." with that, I walked out of the room with Zayn, leaving the whole class in shock. Halfway to the nurse's office, Zayn spoke up. "I don't get it Horan.. Why are you being nice to me?" He looked at me puzzled. I gave him a small smile, "I don't care how much of a douche bag you are, if you're this sick, I'm taking you to the nurse. I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you look like shit Zayn." He cracked a small smirk. "Thanks.." I chuckled slightly, before his legs gave out from underneath him. "Whoa, Whoa Zayn!" I grabbed him under the arms to hold him up. "Zayn, are you alright?" I'm guessing he tried to reply back, but all I got was a slight moan. His eyes were shut. I needed to hurry.

I picked him up like a mother picks up her child. He was surprisingly lighter than I expected, so I ran down the halls with ease. I ran through the door, panting. "Nurse Kensley? Nurse Kensley!"

She appeared from behind a curtain, and when she saw Zayn in my arms, she gasped. "Oh my! What happened to the poor boy?!" I shrugged, "All I know is that he needs help, so please.." I gave her a worried look. She nodded, taking him from me. "Don't worry Niall, he'll be okay." She disappeared behind a curtain with him. (Incase you're wondering, she knows me, Harry, Liam and Louis by name thanks to Zayn.) I stood there, thinking about what I had just done. Did I just rush to my bully's rescue?