Madness (Punk!Ziall)

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ONE :

-Zayn-

I walked down the corridor and into form. A pair of blue eyes immediately meeting mine, he quickly averted his gaze. I smirked and walked towards him, taking the seat behind him. "Horan." I said kicking his chair.

"Malik." He mimicked.

"Missed you yesterday." I said laughing letting him know I really didn't he rolled his eyes and flipped me off. Turning his attention to the front of the room as the bell rang. A flood of students came in, the teacher coming in after.

"Good morrow my fellow students." The teacher said in a cheery tone. I found it a bit odd that he was always so cheery, but never really questioned it. I looked at the back of Niall's head as he worked on his work. I snorted. What a loser. He turned around and shot me a quick glare before turning back. I looked at his arms, they were littered in tattoos, like mine, but I think you could tell mine were better. "Zayn care to explain what you find so amusing?" It wasn't till then I realized I was laughing. All eyes were on me.

"no." I snapped.

"This is your first warning. Disrupt the class again, you'll have detention." He warned. I rolled my eyes but nonetheless stayed quiet.

Niall turned to look at me an amused look on his face, "Bastard." I muttered.

"Excuse me? What was that?" The teacher asked.

"Bastard." I repeated louder without thinking. My face paled as I saw Niall chuckle. 'You're in trouble, Malik.' He mouthed.

"Detention today after school." I groaned and layed my head down.

Two minutes before the bell rang Niall was being called up to the teachers desk. I wondered why he was being called up, so when the bell rang I grabbed his arm and spun him around. "What?" He groaned as he realized it was me.

"did you get in trouble as well Horan?" I taunted.

"What do you care?" He spat.

"I don't."

"Then why are you asking?"

"So I can hang out with my best friend." I slid my hand down his arm gently till I reached his hand . My fingers lacing with his. He stared at me before yanking his hand away.

"If you must know I'm staying after to make up course work."

"Either way I'll see you." I bopped his nose and headed towards my next class , my next class being ceramics. Niall was in there but he refuses to acknowledge my presence. I watched as he walked in and sat at the back tables. As the late bell rang te teacher spoke.

"Get into pairs you're working at the tables today." I smirked as I made my way towards Niall, his face buried in his jumper that was on his desk. I got behind him, my arms going around him, his head shot up and hit my chin. I groaned in pain but didn't let go of him, his hands grabbed mine and did it for me. "Stop touching me you freak."

"You like it." I whispered in his ear. He stood up and glared at me before grabbing my arm and hauling me to a table.

"Do you wanna go first?"

"Nahh, I'll just watch you."

"Okay." He said, his voice going an octave higher. He placed the clay on the wheel and pressed down on the pedal, his arm locked on the outer circle of the thing and his hands of course on the clay. It slid off and he groaned frustratedly.

"You're doing it wrong you dolt." He glares at me but didn't say anything, instead tried again, only to have it move again. He groaned loudly.

"I give up." I rolled my eyes before recentering the clay and hitting it twice so that it stayed in place. I grabbed his hands and placed them on the clay, guiding him every step of the way. His back pressed to my chest. "After school" He whispered so lowly I almost didn't hear him. And I knew what those words meant , he didn't have to explain.

"Only if you want to." I whispered just as lowly. He nodded and stopped the wheel from moving.

"Your turn." And just like that we switched.

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-Niall-

PLAY SONG TO SIDE [ NO CONTROL BY ONE DIRECTION . ]

After school I walked into Mr. Stylinsons class. He was writing on the board our assignment for Monday - I was guessing,  seeing as tomorrow was saturday. I turned to the desks and caught sight of Zayn. His head layed down looking right back at me. He stuck out his tongue and I chuckled at his childish antics. "Mr. Stylinson? Im here for my work."

"Oh yes its on the desk. Sit anywhere you'd like just make sure it's not by Malik." I sat in the front row and began my work, finishing not even twenty minutes later. "You can leave now Malik. Next time though Ill make you stay an hour." He stood up and dragged his fingertips on my desk as he walked by.

"I'm done." I announced and handed him the papers.

"Then you're good to go, see you monday." I smiled and went off. Walking hurriedly to catch up to Zayn. As I rounded the corner an arm pulled me and another covered my mouth. I squealed, though it came out muffled.

"It's just me." They whispered in my ear, calming me down almost immediately. He let go and I hit his chest.

"Don't ever do that to me again, got it?" I warned.

"Shut up." He said dragging me towards the stalls and next thing I knew I was pressed up against the bathroom stall moaning out his name. One of his hands getting me off and the other gripping onto the top of the door.

"Fuck." I moaned out as I felt myself getting close.

"Shut up , shit face." He moaned. That seemed to be my nickname for me, and to be honest it didn't bother me.

"Make me asshole." I whispered. He grabbed my jaw and turned my face a bit so he could kiss me, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, hitting my bundle of nerves each time. It was all too much and in an instant I was coming. I could feel him come inside me as well. I liked when we came together, I didn't know why but I did.

He pulled out and gave me one last kiss before zipping up and opening the stall to wash his hands. I zipped up as well and went to wrap my arms around him, kissing his back. "When is this gonna stop?"

He turned off the water and turned to look at me, his hands cupping my face, "Never you shit face." I smirked. "We started this when you were fourteen, you can't back out now." He leaned in and kissed me.

"Was I your first?" I asked as we pulled away, hoping he would say yes. He nodded and pushed me back a little.

"Yes , now stop being such a little bitch and lets get out of here."

"You're the one who was feeling me up." I retorted.

"Shut up, you liked it." He bumped his hip into mine and chuckled. He opened the door, letting me go out first and as we walked towards the doors I thought about mine and Zayns relationship. We hated eachother, in all honesty , but only fucked eachother and only ever talked to eachother , it was a relationship where neither of us admitted our real feelings for the other , fearing that it'd be to girly of us.

When we finally got to the door Zayn put his fingers around the handle and pulled , only it didnt open. He looked at me strangely. "Shit." I muttered. I looked around and noticed only two lights were on , them being the emergency lights. "Shit shit shit." I said. "Zayn." I said grabbing onto him as I heard a noise.

"Niall?" I hummed in response, not trusting my voice, "We're locked in."

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WHAT DID YOU THINK :D First chappie, was it alright ?

Question : What do you think of Zialls relationship?

I would also like to say thank you for all the votes and comments on the prologue , It really means alot.

Also I would like to give some credit to the things that gave me the ideas to write this fic.

Five Nights at Freddy's & Corpse Party .