Bullied By Zayn Malik.

Chapter 19: Texting Wars.

The next morning, I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes. That's weird, the sun usually isn't up yet. I looked at my clock, it blinked 10:30.

"SHIT!" I cried, jumping out of bed. Zayn sat up groggily, rubbing his eyes. "What's wrong Ni?" I was getting my clothes set out, basically ripping apart my dresser. "It's 10:30! We're late for school!" His eyes went wide as he glanced at my clock, "Didn't you set the alarm last night?!" I nodded my head, "Yeah, but for some reason it didn't go off!" We both heard someone laughing, we looked at my door, to see my mum standing there. "Easy boys! I snuck in late last night and shut it off. I wanted you two to stay home today." We both gave her the same confused look. "Why mum?" She giggled to herself. "Just get dressed, I'll explain on the way." she then closed my door, leaving us to ourselves.

"I wonder what she has planned." Zayn commented, stretching and standing up. I shrugged, pulling a fresh shirt over my head. "I don't know, my mums full of surprises. I'm actually kind of scared." he chuckled slightly, before biting his lip. I stopped what I was doing, scanning him down. "What is it now?" He cocked an eyebrow at me, I smirked. "You're biting your lip again. What's wrong?" He looked in the mirror, rolling his eyes at himself. "Wow, I really do do that a lot." I laughed, making him blush a little. "Err.. I don't have any clothes, and I don't really want to wear this outfit for the third day in a row." I chucked him a pair of blue basketball shorts and a white polo to go with it. "I know it's not really your style, but it's all I got. And I really don't think you want to wear Greg's clothes.." I shivered, who knows what he does in those things. Plus he never washes them. Yuck!

He smirked and slipped on the shorts, then took off his over-sized white t-shirt, revealing his muscular body. I couldn't help myself from looking, he had a nice six-pack, and his arms were huge. "You wanna take a picture? It'll last longer." I looked up to see him smiling at me, I felt my cheeks turn red. "S-Sorry.." he laughed, wrestling on the shirt. It was a little too small, so it hugged his body, making his muscles show thru. "Not bad." he said, examining himself in the mirror. "I just need to fix this shit." he ran his fingers through his hair. I smirked, "You know where the bathroom is, help yourself." he thanked me and left the room.

I plopped myself on my bed, checking my phone.

One New Message: Louis :)

My lips made a thin line, should I open it? Louis basically threatened me yesterday, who knows what this could say. I thought about it, but I couldn't help myself. I hit 'View Now'.

Louis: Hey Ni, why aren't you and Zayn in school today? Too sore from your fun time last night? ;)

I gritted my teeth so hard I thought they would break. Why was Louis being such a prick?! He doesn't know Zayn's story, and he shouldn't be judging me for helping him! I knew I shouldn't have, but I did it anyway. I texted him back.

Me: Fuck off Louis. You and I both know that you're being a prick about this.

Not even a minute later my phone buzzed. I looked at the clock, it was now 11:21. Shit, it was lunch time, so Lou could text me all he wanted. Why didn't I look at the clock before I replied?

Louis: Oohh, the baby knows big words.

Me: Louis, seriously, knock it off.

Louis: I'm sorry, But I don't listen to backstabbers.

Me: I'M NOT A BACKSTABBER! You just don't know what happened!

Louis: I know what happened Niall. Zayn somehow convinced you to turn on us. I wouldn't be shocked if you started pushing us into lockers soon. 

Me: That's not it at all Louis! Why won't you believe me?!

Louis: Lil' Zayn wannabe. So sad.

Me: You're a douche.

Louis: You're dead to me.

I slammed my phone down on my nightstand, I couldn't stand him anymore. And that last message struck me right in the heart. How could he say such a thing? One day we're like brothers, and now I'm "dead to him"? I put my head in my hands, angrily tugging at my hair. I love Louis still, but he was being such a jerk to me. I was torn.

"Niall?" I looked up to see Zayn, all ready to go. "You okay?" I nodded, grabbing my phone and shoving it into my pocket. "Yeah, everything's good. You ready?" He nodded. "Good, took ya long enough. Mr. Blow-dryer." I joked, pushing past him. "Hey! Looking good takes time!" he cried, catching up with me. "You sound like my mum!"

"I do not!"

"Do too!" 

"Do not!"

"Do-"

Our bickering was interrupted by laughter. I saw my mum in the kitchen, all ready to go. But she was laughing so hard her face was red. "Mum? What's so funny?" I asked. She put up her finger to catch her breath. When she finally did, she exclaimed, "You two!" Me and Zayn looked at each other, obviously both confused. "You two argue like brothers, it's adorable." I saw Zayn blush and look away, and I felt my cheeks burning up. "Ah forget I said anything." she said, waving her hand. "Let's just go. I'm taking you two to the mall. Zayn needs some clothes if he's going to be staying here for a bit. And Niall you need some new underwear." My mouth dropped open, and Zayn burst out in laughter. "MUM! WHY?!" she laughed along with Zayn, while I stood there, red as the sun. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! But you should of seen your face, hun." she pinched my cheek as she walked to the door, Zayn following her. "Come on, hun." he teased, walking out the door. I rolled my eyes, following and locking the door behind me. 

On the way to the mall, I studied Zayn. If you got to know him, he wasn't evil at all. He was really sweet, smart, and helpful. He had manners, and was only reason he was mean in school is because that's how he was treated at home, and he needed to let the emotional pain out by doing it to someone else. I understood now, and I felt bad for ever hating Zayn. He's like a big teddy bear, if you think about it. Ha!

But my heart sank when I realized something. I may see the good side of Zayn, but Harry, Liam and Louis don't. They still want revenge on him, and since I'm out of the group now, I have no idea what they're going to do to him. This scared me, what if they really hurt him? I bit my lip, whipping out my phone.

Me: You better not hurt Zayn, Louis.

A few minutes passed, then my phone buzzed.

Louis: Watch me.