Give Me One Chance (Ziall/Larry)

Chapter 2

So I got almost 40 reads! :))) ajifhidsjgn and my Larry story got 17! That's good for me. :D I tried to show my friend the story so she could tell me what she thought but she's not a big reader so she just went around on tumblr asking people to check this story out. So if you were one of those people thank you for taking your time to read this. Also thank you to everyone who's reading it too! :) I got some feedback and there where some grammar mistakes in the last chapter so I apologize for any in this one in advance.   THis chapter is dedicated to LarryAndZiall because her stories are what made me start shipping Ziall and I hope I can write as well as her someday.

Anywhooo! Chapter 2! (that rhymed!) ;)

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~Still Niall's POV~

 Zayn taunts me in class by giving me glares and throwing paper at me every time the teacher turns her back.  It's more annoying and childish if anything. I don't understand what he gains from it but then again I hardly know anything about him. He transferred here in the middle of first year for some reason. He had the whole 'bad-boy' attitude when he came.

Harry used be one of the 'populars' who was but when he joined up with Zayn, he became more feared than liked. But in Louis' case, it was more liked than feared. He thought I didn't know but it was quite obvious. I'm surprised Harry hadn't caught onto it when he stared at Lou. Like right now for example. Harry's staring right at Louis with this weird look on his face. Then when Harry looked away, Louis would stare at him with the same look. They should just get together already! But I think Louis knows that as much as he wants it, it'll never happen. Zayn wouldn't let it happen. The school wouldn't. I think Louis also hasn't said anything to Harry for my sake. Because of what Harry and Zayn do to me on a daily basis.

I hate this. My friends can't get what they want because of me. It makes me feel like a terrible person. My friends deserve everything they want. Unlike me. I shouldn't even be alive.

I'm broken out of my self pity party by the teacher calling my name.

"Yes, Ms. Flack?" I hadn't heard what she said.

"I said, are you okay, Mr. Horan?" she repeated.

"Yea, I'm fine." I mumbled just loud enough for her to hear. 

I guess she was satisfied with my answer because she went back to the board and continued writing.

I lied though. 

I'm not okay.

I haven't been since Mum died.

I didn't cry at her funeral. I don't know why. I just couldn't bring any tears to come out of my eyes. I think that's one of the reasons Steve hates me so much. He thought I didn't care that she died.

The bell rang and people run out the door to get to second class. I take my sweet time and Louis waits for me. We have second class, Math, together too. Zayn's not in it but Harry is.

I don't pay attention at all in Math. Time flew out the window in third and before I knew it, it was lunchtime.

My favorite part of the day.

Louis and I got our food and went over to Abby, who had saved us a table. Not that anyone would want to sit with us anyway.

Louis sat down next to her and screamed in her ear. She starts yelling something at him but I barely have time to hear it when I'm grabbed by my hood and pulled back forcefully. Louis and Abby don't seem to notice because they're still yelling.

I'm pulled into an empty hallway and the person lets go of my hood. I rub my neck. It's probably red now.

I turn to see Harry.