Bullied By Zayn Malik.

Chapter 22: Two Bullies Don't Make A Right.

I walked into the lunch room, my head pounding like a drum. Lou kicked me really hard, and my head was the first thing to hit the locker. Can you say 'ouch?' I looked over at my old table, to see the three of them giving me a death glare. I mirrored it right back, they weren't going to break me. I wouldn't let them. "Hey Niall!" I heard a voice call. I looked over, and saw Zayn, motioning me to come join him. I gave Lou's table a little smirk before walking over; I saw Lou grit his teeth.

"Um, hey Zayn.." I mumbled, sitting next to him. I could feel all of his friends staring at me, I gulped. Zayn must've noticed I was nervous, because he said, "Guys, knock it off. He's actually a pretty cool kid." One of his friends snickered. He was very muscular, like Zayn. He had dark brown hair that was cut short, but had a flip in the front. He had the most memorizing golden-brown eyes. He had both of his ears pierced, and had giant diamond studs on them. I wondered if they were real. "This shrimp? The other day you said-" he stop short and the table jolted. His face twisted in pain and his put his head down on the table. I'm guessing Zayn kicked him under the table, and got a good crotch shot. I bit back my smile, but it wasn't working out well. "Shut it, Elliot." Zayn growled, glaring at him. "Okay.." he whimpered in a high voice. I snorted, trying not to laugh. The other boys chuckled to themselves quietly. "Anyway," Zayn started, "That's Elliot, James, Kyle, Hunter, Logan, and Chase." Each boy waved as their name was called. I waved back, and I have to admit, I was surprised. They were all actually nice, I expected them to be nasty and wild.

The rest of the table got up to go buy lunch, while me and Zayn stayed behind, since my mum packed us a lunch. "You okay?" he asked, taking a bite of his sandwich. I nodded, rubbing my temples. "Yeah.. just a headache. I'm fine." he didn't answer, which caused me to look at him. He was staring me down, like he was looking for something. "What?" I finally asked. He remained silent, then he finally spoke. "You got into a fight." I nearly choked on my soda. "W-What?" I sputtered out, coughing. "Who was it Niall?" he asked, a fire beginning in his eyes. I bit my tongue, I knew if I told him, he would flatten the boys. As much as I hated them right now, I didn't want that too happen. "It was.. um.. it.." I fumbled around with my bag of chips. What could I tell him?

"It was Louis Liam and Harry, wasn't it." I stopped playing with my food and just stared at the table. "No.." I whispered. "That's it." he said, slamming his hands on the table and standing up. "They're dead meat." I tried to pull him back, but he was already walking away. "Zayn! Stop!" I called, but he kept walking. I put my head in my hands, tugging at my blonde locks. This wasn't gonna end well.

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*Louis' POV*

"I can't believe him." Harry muttered, sipping his milk carton. "How could he sit with that table? They're all douches." Liam shrugged his shoulders, taking another bite of his apple. "Well it wasn't like we were gonna let him sit here anyway." Harry sighed, nodding. I poked the food on my plate, deep in thought. What I did to Niall this morning was really eating at me. All I wanted to do was scare him, but it went a little overboard. It was his fault though, he was the one who jumped on me! What i did was self-defense... Yeah right Lou, holding him by the throat and threatening him is self-defense. I sighed, running a hand through my swift brown hair.

A sudden pair of strong hands slammed themselves down on our table, making us all jump. We looked up, and saw Zayn; he didn't look happy. "Why did you hurt Niall?" he questioned, glaring at all three of us. No one spoke a word. He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Okay, let me rephrase that. Which one of you hurt Niall, and if I don't find out in the next 5 seconds, you're all dead." Again no one answered. Harry stared at the ground, while Liam poked at his food. I stared at Zayn's hands, rings covering his fingers. It would seriously hurt if you got punched by one of those. I swallowed hard. But suddenly those hands weren't on the table anymore. They were holding me by my shoulders, against the vending machine behind our tables. Whoa, when did he move me?!

"It was you, wasn't it Tomlin-bitch?" he growled. I looked him in the eyes, I saw fire and hate. It made me shiver. "Why did you hurt Niall?" he asked again, his grip getting tighter. "Why did you break his arm three months ago?" I shot back, more snotty than meant to be. Harry and Liam gasped, while the whole cafeteria when silent. His hand made contact with my face as he slapped me, making me squeal in pain. "DON'T BRING THAT UP!" he yelled, getting closer to my face. "If you know what's good for you.." his hot breath danced on my cheek, making it tingle. But suddenly a fire erupted within me. I was sick of Zayn pushing me around, and it was going to stop. Now.

"Fuck off Zayn." I snapped, glaring him right in the eyes. The whole cafeteria commented, by going 'ooohhh', just like you see in the movies. His eyes flared even more, "What did you just say?!" I clenched my fist tight, "I said, FUCK OFF ZAYN!" I rose my foot and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying back. He hit the floor with a thud, but got right back up, not even wincing. Damn. "You're going to pay for that!" he yelled, throwing a punch and nailing me right in the jaw. The pain shot through my whole face, and tears rushed to my eyes. But I wasn't done. I tackled him to the ground, throwing punches left and right. A crowd formed around us in no time, and Niall right in the front. We tussled back and forth, knocking each other silly; but Zayn got one good shot, slamming my head against the tile floor. I was dazed for a moment, all i could hear was a ringing noise. Right when I was about to give up, Niall stepped in, pulling us apart. "STOP!"

Zayn stopped dead, staring at him, then at me. Surprisingly he kept his hands at his sides. Liam and Harry were by my side in a flash, glaring at the both of them. I took a good look at Zayn, satisfied at my work. His nose was bleeding slightly,and he was pretty bruised up. But I knew I was worse. I felt blood running down my neck from when Zayn slammed my head into the ground, i felt dizzy. I looked at Niall, he looked at me. He gave me a almost sympathetic look before grabbing Zayn's arm. "Come on, Zayn." he mumbled. But Zayn didn't budge. he stood there, glaring at me. he took one step closer, so he was right in my face. "I'm perfectly fine with you fighting me, but if you hurt Niall one more time, I'll strangle you."

This threat made me smile. His words echoed in my head' 'I'm perfectly fine with you fighting me.' My smile grew bigger, "I'll take that as an invitation, Zaynie-Boo." I teased. He scrunched his nose up at me, opening his mouth to say something back, but Niall pulled him away before he could.

I felt very satisfied at the moment. I was already going to get revenge on Zayn, but now the big moron gave me permission to do so. How stupid can he get?