Please, just don't leave

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I walked through the school doors, instantly I had people poimting amd laughing at me...I pulled my sleeves down over my cuts and scars, I pusjed up my glasses amd put my head down, walking past everybody to get to the gym. I walked across the polished wood flooring to the far side of the bleachers and sat by myself.

I bit my lip as I slowly slid my sleeve down to look at them, they were deeper then usual, I sighed heavily. the bell rang and I headed to my locker, I opened it and a note fell out, great.

Cut your life away, oh wait, you already do

I tore it up and threw it away, my first period was science, I grabbed my notebook that I wrote in, and my science book. I walked into the crowded room, everyone got quiet as I took my seat by the window, I opened my notebook amd staryed to write.

This is our time to run away, it's our time forget the past.

"Mr.Wilson, come up here please." People chuckled as I quickly shut my notebook and walked up to the teachers desk. he was drinking coffee until it got onto his hand and he dropped it, causing the burming contents to fall onto my shirt amd soak through, burning my skin...I pinched my shirt amd held it out in front of me, "I'm so sorry. Does any body have any clothes he could borrow." The teacher called out, nobody did anything, of course.

Then one boy in the back, he had blonde hair with dark brunette roots, deep blue eyes and pale skin...his hair was swooped upwards and it was uneven, his left side bangs were longer than the rest..."I have a shirt." He spoke with an Irish accent. He walked his way up to me and took me along with him to his locker, "Why?" I asked, as he pulled out a plain grey t-shirt. "Because you need it." He handed it to me softly.

"You can go back to class, I'll be fine in the bathroom by myself." I said and walked away with his shirt, he walked the other way back to class, I stepped into the bathroom stall and removed my wet shirt, I looked down at the pinkish splotches on my skin because of the hot coffee, I poked at it and it stung...I flinched and then slowly slid on the shirt, it smelled of cologne and locker...it smelled pretty good actually...

I took a deep inhale of it and smiled, I walked out of the stall and looked myself in the mirror, I took off my glasses and put some cold water on my face, I took a paper towel and dried myself off, I slid my glasses back iver my ears and sighed..."Only 4 more classes and you'll be done." I said to myself before walking out and back to the classroom, I had about 30 minutes left of class, people snickered at me as I walked by...one person even tripped me and now I have a scratch in my glasses.

I closed my eyes and let out a heated breath before opening my notebook again...

We're miles and miles away and I can still feel your heartbeat halfway across the earth

Then someone shut it, I looked up and saw Zayn. Great. "So, how do you like that shirt?" he sat down next to me, "Well I mean it is like a shirt." I said hysterically, he chuckled, "Are you sure you don't want one like this." he held up a pink shirt and it said FAG in big white letters, everybody laughed, "Mr.Malik, the office now." the teacher pointed towards the door, he shrugged before walking out of class.

I looked at the clock, 15 mimutes. I sighed, then I looked over at the boy who's shirt I had, he was looking straight ahead at the white board...he was attractive, why would he help me? I wanted to ask him so bad but I know he would never want to talk to me, so I turned and faced the white board and took notes.

The bell finally rang and I waited for everyone to leave before me, I got up and walked out. The boy was at his friends locker, he was laughing, and the way the creases of his mouth twitched upwards when he talked or the crinkles underneath his eyes when he laughed made that much cuter.

I went to my locker and no one was by it, thank god. I walked up to it, no note. I smiled and quickly grabbed my math book and shut my locker, when I turned I ran into the boy, "Hey, haha, I'm going to need that shirt for gym next period." He said, "Oh...but I don't have any others." I out my head down, "Well, we'll just switch after class." he gave a cute crooked smile before walking away, bad thing is, I don't even know his name.

I walked to math class and took my seat in the far corner, alone. Then, the boy walked in...he didn't notice me, good. He sat in the front, next to one of the more well-known kids, Liam Payne. "Ok class, we will be working in partners, I will be assigning groups." the class "uggh"ed, "Liam and louis, Niall and Hunter, Harry and Cher, Ed and Kellin, Michael and luke, Calum and Ashton, Jacob and Jamie, Nash and Cameron, Tyler amd Kingsley, Shane and Joey, Connor and Ricky, Kian and trevor, JC and Sam." The teacher announced, I looked around for a boy named Niall.

The boy that had helped me walked over with a math book, "Hey. looks like we're partners." He sat down in the seat next to me and scooted closer, "I'm sorry." I said, putting my head down, "It's fine mate." He gave a slight smile. "Don't forget that I meed that shirt back." He said, opening the math book, "Oh, yeah." I said, not even looking at him. "I don't understand why they're so mean to you." He looked up from the book and into my eyes, "It's ok." I said, returning my gaze back to my book, I started to write down the problem...

"No, it's not. They don't have a good reason to, it's stupid." He said, getting angry. "Niall, it's fine. I'm used to it." I said, trying to calm him down, but that didn't work to well, "You do realise what they do to you, right? That's not 'fine' it's disgusting and stupid." He sat up, "Why do you even care in the first place?" I asked, "Because, it's stupid and you don't deserve this." He said, annoyed.

"And why not?" I continued to look down at my math page, "Because, you're smart, creative, funny, and they have no god reason to do any of this to you." He said, getting a little quiter, I don't understand why those words meant so much to me, but they did. "Thanks." Is all I could force up.

This feeling was weird that I got from him, Ecstasy? Happiness? No. It's much deeper than that. I felt his gaze on me, it made me uncomfortable and fidgety, I shifted uncomfortably. The bell rang and Niall led me to the bathroom, he stripped his shirt off and I couldn't help but stare at him, his body was amazing, no, he didn't have a 6pack like most kids, but it was still amazing. He handed me the shirt and I told him to turn around...

He rolled his eyes and turned, I slid the shirt off over my head and put the other on, I was sure that he didn't see my scars on my stomach or arms, I hid my arms behind my back because i was only in a t-shirt again..."What's behind your back?" He asked, getting closer, "Nothing." I said and moved away, "Come on, you can show me." Niall got close again, how could i trust him? I don't even know him, he just gave me a shirt to wear because mine was ruined...

"There's nothing behind my back, let's go, we're going to be late." I said and shoved past him and back into the crowded hallway, instantly getting pushed. I sighed and let my arms fall limp to my sides.

The school day went on eerily slow, Nialls cologne was all that I could smell...it was great, I was on my way to my locker when I was stopped, "Hey." Niall smiled, "Hi." I said as we walked down the hall, I opemed my locker and he stood next to me...I had so many notebooks and stuff in my locker that I didn't want anybody to see...but the main one was the one that I always carried with me...nobody will ever see what is in there...

"What's this?" He grabbed one amd started to look through it, it only had songs in it that I liked...He flipped through the pages, "I like your taste in music." He put it back and I grabbed my phone and headphones before closing my locker amd locking it.

"I'll bring your shirt back tomorrow." I said, "Nah, just keep it. oh wait, I'm not doing anything this weekend, do you think we could hang out?" His words caught me by surprise..."Umm...sure, you can just come to my house anytime." i gave him the address to my house, "Anytime? How about now." He smiled...I shrugged, "Why not?"