Bullied By Zayn Malik.

Chapter 13: A Late Night Stroll.

I didn't really talk to the boys that much this week. I guess I was still mad about what had gone down at Louis' house, but I still sat with them at lunch and stuff; even though that was really the only time I talked to them. I could tell they felt guilty, I could see it in their eyes. Especially Liam's. But yet they said nothing about it. Everyday I would wait for one of them to say sorry, but one one did. Whatever.

The last bell rang, letting everyone know the weekend was finally here. Thank the Lord. I was at my locker collecting my books when I felt a hand on my shoulder, making me jump a little. I turned to see Louis, looking quite sad. "What?" I asked, turning back to my locker. I guess I was being a little too hard on him, but at the time I felt that he deserved it. "Niall," he breathed, "I'm sorry if we upset you, but can you please start talking to us again. We miss you." I shut my locker and locked it, turning back to him. "We?"

He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder, I looked to see Liam and Harry leaning against the wall, watching us nervously. Harry looked away and Liam awkwardly waved once they caught me looking. "What, were they scared to come with you?" Lou's eyes dropped to the ground, "Basically.. they think that you hate them." I quickly glanced over to them, biting my lip. "They think I hate them?" Louis nodded slightly, "..I think that too." he mumbled softly. I sighed, running my hand through my blonde hair. "I don't hate you guys.." Lou looked up at me, smiling a bit. "I just hate what you're doing." I finished, his smile faded. "Niall I know you and Zayn are buddy-buddy now but.. But it's just not fair. He may leave you alone, but he's certainly not leaving us alone. Did you even think about what would happen to us?"

I looked away quick, biting the inside of my cheek. I was so caught up about not being bullied anymore, I forgot about the boys. Zayn only likes me, so even if I asked him to stop, I don't think he would. "L-Lou.. I.." I couldn't find the right words to say. "Niall, I really hate being the one to say this, but we think it would be best if you didn't talk to Zayn. Just pretend what you did never happened." My mouth nearly hit the ground. Was he joking? "But Louis, I-" 

"It's only fair for the rest of us, Niall. And you were our friend first." I didn't say anything back. I just stared into his blue eyes, which were serious and cold. "I-I need to think about it.." was all I said before quickly walking away. I heard Louis calling my name, but I didn't look back.

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That night I couldn't sleep. I was tossing and turning, Zayn and the boys on my mind. Louis said I couldn't talk to Zayn anymore, and that made me angry. Since when did he have the right to say who and who I couldn't talk to? It was my life, my choice. Zayn is really nice if you're on his good side. He's really helpful and funny, a whole new person. But the boys knew me inside and out. They knew my secrets, my problems, I could tell them anything, they could read me like a book. I sat up in my bed, frustrated. I slid out from under the covers and threw on my sweat jacket. I wrote a little note to my mom in-case she woke up, saying that I couldn't sleep and went for a walk. I grabbed my house keys and shoved them into my pocket before closing the door. I headed into town, walking aimlessly. I just needed to think.

Before I knew it, two hours had passed. It was now four in the morning, and boy was I grateful it was the weekend. It had started to rain slightly, so I decided to head back; I got up from my bench and started to walk. I didn't even bother putting my hood up. I just let the cold water fall onto my head, turning my beach blonde hair a darker color. My cheeks and nose turned a bright red color from the harsh wind blowing, it made me shiver. I got about six blocks before something caught my eye. There was someone laying down on the bus stop's bench, taking shelter from the rain. Normally I would just ignore this, but the person seemed young. Almost my age. I looked both ways to make sure no cars were coming before crossing the street. As I approached the sleeping human, I got a bit nervous. I didn't know who this person was, and I was just walking up to him. I could get kidnapped for all I know, but did that stop me from walking? Nope. When I finally got close enough to see the person's face, my heart nearly stopped.

It was Zayn.