Stay strong

Chapter 5

"How many times do I have to tell you Malik, don't raise your voice to teachers!" A teacher exclaims to Zayn. He sits there picking at his fingers looking down, not giving a care in the world.

I sit unnoticed and hopefully he skips past me and takes notice of the boy sitting beside me, licking his lips and eyeing me up and down. His brown hair is pushed to the side, his blue eyes glistening in the sunlight. His beard messily shaved on his face.

I shift uncomfortably, Zayn sitting besides me. Stuck in the middle and I can't even do anything.

Zayn's head shoots up and looks in my direction, looking up at me then next to me. His eyes form in frown and eyes the boy beside me. "Fuck off Louis!" his tone echos in the room and the professor blood boils more.

"Malik get out!" The teacher finally speaks up.

"No." He shortly says, all his attention towards the boy called Louis.

"I'm not to gonna say it again Malik, get out!" He raises his voice and Zayn shoots a look towards me and speaks up.

"If I'm leaving so is she! I'm not leaving her here with some horny teenager."

I shoot Zayn a deathly look and I feel Louis arm placed on my thigh. My heart beats faster, my pulse quickens and my legs feel like jelly.

"What the fuck do you think your doing!" A punch is thrown to Louis jaw and he stumbles back on the chair.

"Zayn!" The professor shouts as Zayn sits on Louis throwing punches. My legs decide to stand up and my arms take control.

"Zayn stop!" My arms push him on the floor and he looks at me with a shocked expression. He stands up, touching the bruise on his chin.

"I don't get people." he leaves them words and leaves, slamming the door.

My attention turns towards Louis laying on the floor. His eyes shut closed and his nose bleeding intensely.

"Can you get a nurse or something!" I shout and bring a pillow from one of the wooden chairs that have been pulled down to the floor.

The professor leaves and I put the
Pillow under his head, pinching the top of his nose. His eyes open slowly and I get out a tissue trying to wipe the fresh blood off his cheek and nose. His beard carries some blood but I choose to ignore it, because I'm not good with hair.

"What are you doing?" He says and I blush but continue.

"Your hurt and this is partly my fault." I say and realise its not at all my fault.

"Okay newbie." he smirks and I stand him up. He looks at me with a expression like he is trying to find something.

"I should get hurt more often." He laughs, his vans shuffling across the floor as his high waisted jeans follow the exit to the door. I small smile grows to the side of my my mouth.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"Out I don't need any help." he laughs and makes his way out the door.

I stand there frozen in my spot, what the hell just happened. The professor walks in with a wheelchair and a nurse. I start laughing and regret fills me. What does he need a wheelchair for?

"Where is Tomlinson?" he says fixing how glasses from his nose.

"He felt fine so he went." I say standing up making my way out.

That was awkward.

Second period comes along, history...Not looking forward to this for billions of reasons. Zayn being one.