the breakfast club (one direction)

Chapter Twelve

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIAM JAMES PAYNE! ! ! ! ! ! aka the man in black. i still can't believe he's 21. it's surreal. but i still love you anyways so coolio.

and this chapter is dedicated to @One_Direction_Rhi because she was so sweet and cute in the comments.

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Zayn

I was regretting to come here now. Actually, I didn't even have a choice to come here in the first place. Anyways, there was no turning back. They all had already asked me that one question that I was terrified by most.

"How'd you get in detention, Malik? And don't try to change the subject." Liam threatened, making me widen my eyes.

"I d-don't think it's a story to be told." I chuckled nervously, running a hand through my hair.

"Come on, Zayn. Lighten up! Niall told what happened to him, and it was fine - we didn't laugh." Louis nudged me, causing me to rub my shoulder at the hit area.

"Okay. Okay, fine!" I sighed, rubbing my face in frustration.

"One Wednesday morning, something happened. Something that shouldn't even be revealed this very moment. Something-" I started, before I was interrupted.

"God, do you always have to be so dramatic whenever you tell a story? Just get on with it, Malik." Liam groaned, making Louis smack him on the shoulder.

"Be nice," Louis scolded Liam before turning to me, "Continue, please."

"-Uh, where did I leave off again? Um . . . . . . oh! I remember now. So yeah, it began on a Wednesday and it was the day the - let's say- incident happened. I was walking to my locker, right? Casual, everything was casual around me. I finally turned down the corridor to my locker, and then I see it. I see almost the entire student body - all around my locker. I was scared, 'cause I thought, well, that they found it. I was about to bolt from the scene, but then Mr. Ryan got me. He dragged me across the hallway, and shoved me in Mr. Dick's face. He was mad, and I could practically see smoke just coming from his ears. Turns out, Mr. Ryan found a gun in my locker and snitched to Mr. Dick." I shut my eyes, just enjoying the silence around me.

"Why did you have a gun in your locker?" Louis questioned, tilting his head a bit.

"I tried." I answered, looking off into space - avoiding their lurking irises.

"You pull the fucking trunk on it and the light's supposed to go on." Liam scoffed, putting his arm around a flustered Louis.

"It didn't go on; I mean-"

"What was the gun for?" Niall whispered, making everyone turn turn quiet.

I didn't speak for a moment, before muttering, "Forget it."

"You brought it up, man." Liam shrugged.

"I can't have an F." I shivered, grimacing as past thoughts came back to my head.

"I can't have it, and I know my parents can't have it. Even if I ace the rest of the semester, I'm still only a B. Everything's ruined for me. " I shook my head.

"Zayn," Harry bit the inside of his cheek.

"I considered my options." I continued, licking my lips.

"Killing yourself isn't an option." Niall mumbled quietly.

"I didn't do it. Did I? No, I'm still perfectly fine and breathing oxygen, thank you very much." I snapped.

"Was it a hand gun?" Louis asked after another period of silence.

"Nah, it was a flare gun. It went off in my locker." I answered casually.

All of a sudden, Louis started to snicker. Then Liam joined. Then Niall. And eventually, Harry managed to crack a smile. They all were then full-on laughing just like when Mr. Dick had a coffee stain and left his office.

"It's not funny." I grumbled, crossing my arms and pouting.

"Y-Yes, it is." Niall tried to talk while laughing his arse off.

"Okay, well what about you, Harry?" I put my head on my palm, changing the topic.

"There's no story. Sorry." Harry shrugged, his dull emerald irises staring into space.

"There has to be something." I urged him on.

"I promise you there is honestly nothing to, or in, my story."

"Please? For me?" Niall whispered softly to Harry, making the latter agree with an exasperated sigh and then stood up.

"Well, there isn't much of a beginning to tell. Not even a plot. I came here because I had nothing better to do. The end." He waved his hands in the air, before plopping down in Niall's lap.

Everyone then bursted out laughing.

"You're laughing at me." Harry suppressed a smile to everyone.

"N-No, not at all, babe." Niall chuckled, causing Harry to smack him on the shoulder.

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Liam

The laughing died down a while ago.

Now was the time where the awkward silence usually begins. However, this one wasn't like that. We were all in our own little worlds, stuck in our own dimensions. It was a comfortable silence, in a way.

"Are we going to be like our parents?" Niall asked all of a sudden, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

"Hell no, I wouldn't want to be like my parents. They're too judgmental. It's like I'm some type of foreign species to them." Harry muttered under his breath.

"Well - I mean, you're supposed to be obligated to want to be like your parents. B-But, for me, I'm not sure. I mean, they're great and all, but I don't think I would be like them in the future. I would like for my own child to be themselves, not a robot that I want them to be exactly according to." Zayn rushed out quickly, taking one massive inhale after that.

"I-I don't know. It's, different, for me - I guess. I really don't know." Louis sighed, picking at his fingernails.

"I wouldn't." I spoke gently, immediately feeling the warmth of Louis' hand over mine.

I looked up, getting trapped in our exchange of gazes - sapphire irises to auburn. Once again, I was reminded of the trance that Louis had on me. It was terrifying, I thought such things were cliche and didn't exist. Hell, I bet this is even more cliche. But I really didn't seem to care at the moment, all I wanted was for an eternity of this. This feeling that bubbles up inside of me whenever I even catch a mere glance of him. The feeling that makes me want to jump up and down yet break a vase also. The feeling was indescribable, like Louis. I was absolutely out of my mind, and I didn't care for that one bit.

And I don't even think I'm scared anymore.