Chapter 5

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                                                                   (ZAYN'S POV)

I thought i would feel better after i did it. but now i feel worse. when i seen him so hurt and angry i wanted nothing more then to just hug him and protect him but i couldn't because i was the one hurting him causing him the pain. i hate him and when i seen him cry i felt like crying to but i don't cry, crying is for weak people i don't show weakness so get a grip zayn stop acting like this don't feel bad be angry, be happy you won. When he punched me though my anger was back thank god and i once again threatened him and didn't care. But as soon as he walked out the door i felt nothing but sad and i don't know why so without even allowing myself i started to go after him even though the teacher was yelling things and telling me not to leave i did. i new he would go to his locker because he would want to leave and everything was in there so i went telling myself it was only to hurt him, to tease him, to hit him or something. but deep down it was because i had to make sure he was okay even though it was my fault. just when i went to turn the corner i stopped because i heard someone else talking

"Wh..why did he do it? why did he." but he stopped he was crying to hard to finish.he shouldn't be such a baby that will only make people hurt him worse.

"Because Ni. he lives off other peoples pain." I'm not going to lie that kind of hurt but he is wrong. i only cause pain to people who deserve it. i was going to go say something do something but when i turned the corner seeing his eyes closed with tears coming from them his face so red. i couldn't move i didn't know how to act. i didn't know why i was feeling these things after hurting people i was always happy because i knew i won but did i? did i win this time?. anger soon washed over me when i seen Louis arms wrapped around him. i had to leave before i did anything stupid. why did that make me angry? why did i care? if the two fags wanted each other then whatever they could have each other. i don't even see why he got so hurt. i just told people he was gay. big deal its the truth and last year when i did it to Louis it felt good. and i actually cared about him. even when he had bruises on his skin and cried and whatever else happened to him because of my telling people i didn't feel bad at least that's what i thought. so what is it with him? i don't understand it. i don't like him or care about him i don't even fucking know him but yet here i am in my car following Louis around because that's where Niall is and i don't think he has a destination in mind because he hasn't stopped and its getting dark and i couldn't even begin to explain why I'm still following or why i started in the first place.

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                                                               (LOUIS POV)

Seeing Niall like this literally broke my heart. i have been there i know how it feels. but he is so much more breakable then me. for them to do this to him only makes me want to kill all of them. yeah i have only known Niall for a couple of days but i feel closer to him then i have with anyone my entire life. yeah i new he was gay before he got here. and I'm guessing he didn't tell me because he thought i would judge him so i didn't say anything. he didn't know i was gay either so i figured when he told me i would tell him. i looked over to see him asleep his head on the window. i decided instead of taking him home i would drive around. i needed to clear my head to. i could believe zayn doing this because honestly there was no stopping him from doing what he wants and Liam does whatever zayn tells him because he afraid of zayn but harry? it hurt to know he did it to. 

"Lou?" i shook my thoughts and looked over at Niall.

"Yes?"

"Where are we?"

"We are actually almost home."

"You phone keeps ringing"

"I know i didn't want to talk to anyone right now."

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