Fire Away (Ziall Horlik) AU

Chapter 1

Zayn's POV

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I was really excited for today. Another football game that I'm determined to win. I can only play if my mark are better than they were last term. I'm hoping the kid I paid to do some of my work is in school. He hasn't been in two weeks. I'm worried my marks won't be as good. I have to play this game for my team. I'm the varsity football team captain and I'm not smartest. Football is the only thing I'm good at. If I don't get to play then I won't be good at anything.

I got out of bed and put on some jeans and a white T- shirt.  I stuffed my gym clothes and my books into my bag. The smell of coffee filled my nose as I went into the kitchen to see dad sipping at his coffee.

He had his work clothes on but not his shoes and he was sipping at his cup of coffee like work wasn't important.

"You headed to work?" I asked him well pouring myself a cup. "Got laid off" I stopped what I was doing to look at him. "What? You were fired?"

"It's no big deal son, I'll find another job"

"We barley have food and when was the last time you paid the bills?" I knew I should've got a job when I had the chance but dad told me not to. That he had it under control. We've struggled with money since mom died from cancer two years ago.

"It's alright son, I have it under control. Just get to school don't worry"

"Dad."

"School. NOW." He demanded me. I don't know why but I was furious so I stormed out of the room and out the door making sure to slam so he knew I was mad. How can I manage a job, my grades and my football team. I can't just quit football. It's my only talent and stress reliever.

I was walking down the street stuck in my thoughts. But a loud bang coming from the house across the street brought me from my thoughts. I looked towards it and heard another loud bang. I walked across the street trying to hear more. I walked slowly and soon enough a loud thud and glass shattering came from the house. I also heard a loud voice I a man yelling. I couldn't make out what he was saying but I heard his voice.

Someone opened and shut the door quietly as another glass shattering noise came from the house. The boy ran out the drive way and walked fast up the street. I don't know why but I was standing there watching him come closer to me. He had a bag over his shoulder so I'm guessing he was in his way to school.

I guess he didn't see me because he bumped me and stopped "oh my god. I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to bump you I'm sorry" he said panicky. "No it's my fault I didn't see you coming." He didn't look up from the ground as he spoke but his arms were covered in bruises. "You okay?" I asked him as I saw one tear drop roll off his face and onto the concrete. "I'm alright" he said really fast as he started walking really fast again.

I jogged up to his side and walked with him. "I'm Zayn" I said as we walked. He stopped and finally looked up. I seen a hand print on his cheek. It was red and slowly bruising. I recognized that face. "I said I was sorry. Please I didn't mean to bump into you." He said with so much fear behind his words. I wasn't mad at all but he was still scared.

"It's okay. I'm truly not mad. Are you really alright?" I asked him again. I know he wouldn't say much but it's worth a shot. He started crying and sobs escaping his mouth. "no." He said so quietly I almost didn't hear him. He cried some more with his hands covering his face. I didn't know what to do. He was crying so hard he was out of breath. So I reached up and ran my hand through his blonde hair. It was greasy but soft. He jumped at my touched but leaned in. My hand went down his head and on his Shoulder. I started making small circles with my hand on his shoulder, hoping that would calm him down.

Soon he was taking deep breaths and wiping his tears. I didn't move my hand though.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

He kept whispering that over and over. I kept my hand on his shoulder still making small circles. "It's okay. Really. Maybe we should just skip first and go get some ice cream or something?" I asked. I wasn't sure what I was doing because I had to get to class to get my grades up.

"I have to get to class" he said and started walking again. Whispering something I could quite make out. "Please, I need help with some work." He stopped and turn towards me "okay." He said quietly. "No ice cream. Let's just go to the bleachers by the field  maybe." I smiled and started walking with him to the bleachers.

It was silent the way there. Once we got there he sat down and I sat right next to him. I pulled out my books. He started talking but I wasn't listening to his words. I was staring at his red hand print on his face that was slowly turning into a bruise.

Without thinking I asked something that was so stupid I wanted to throw myself across the Pacific Ocean.

"What happened you your face?"

His reply made me want to take all his pain away from him.

"My road just needs a little bit of repairing."

Authors Note:
CHAPTER 1!!

how did I do? Was that to much? I feel like it's too much.
But how are you liking it? I really enjoy writing this. I hope it's not too much.

But thank you for reading this! Even though it's only chapter one but I like writing it I just hope you like reading it.