Love is Louder - Zayn Malik (a.u)

Chapter 2

Dylans P.O.V

I looked at my phone seeing it was 4:00, I packed my things up, standing up. Putting my bag over my shoulder, I walked towards the school to get my things before I left for home. 

Entering the school, taking a left to the first hall I stopped in front of my lockers putting in the combination and retrieving my things, slipping it into my backpack. I walked back towards the front doors, exiting the school.  As I turned the corner towards the bus stop  I gasped as a ran into someone considering I wasn't looking where I was going.

I could already smell the tobacco, looking at his hand to confirm he was smoking. I then looked to his lips, watching as the smoke was released from them. Looking farther up, I could see his beautiful blue eyes, filled with such emotion as his mouth grew into a smirk. His eyes held me in a trance, as he looked me up and down, causing me to grow quite insecure, as he was very attractive, and I was me. bland, and unoriginal.

I noticed I haven't seen him around school before. "You're Dylan right?" he questioned. A lump grew in my throat scared for the harassment's to come. "I heard you don't talk. I think it's cool. Show's you're strong enough considering you've been keeping it up for years, or so I've been told. I'm Niall, I'm new here, even though there's only 3 days of school left," He told me chuckling, while holding out his hand.

I slowly reached for it, shaking it while smiling shyly.  "I heard you get bullied a lot, and I don't think it's right. Your expressing yourself in your own way." he stated smiling, mindlessly not really noticing me, more talking to himself. He stood there for a few moments, asking simple questions like "are you ok?" and then he asked me for a walk. I nodded.

"If you don't mind me asking," he said looking slightly towards me from the side of his eye, "were you crying?" he asked. I quickly shook my head no, not wanting to worry some stranger I just met, about my problems. 

"I know you're lying, Dylan. But I know there's no way to make you tell me. So that's alright. But, if you ever need someone to cry on, I'm here" he told me, causing me to smile. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I took it out seeing 8 texts from Zayn, all asking where I am. I rolled my eyes slipping it back into my pocket. 

"So you have a phone?" Niall question with a smirk. I giggled, nodding. "Do you actually text with it?" He asked. I shook my head 'no' sighing. "Guessing texting is almost like talking?  Just don't want any communication with people at all?" he asked. I shrugged, nodding. 'I guess you could say that' I thought. "Can I still have your number? It would be good, and we can like meet up or something" he said. 

I smiled sticking my hand out, waiting for him give me his phone. He giggled, placing the phone in my hand. The cute boy, with a million piercings, tattoos, and in all black, giggled. A very cute giggle. I smiled, brightly, typing my number into his phone.  I handed him back his phone after adding a silly picture of myself as the contact. 

He chuckled a throaty chuckle, and slipped his phone back into his pocket. 

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"My house is like 3 blocks from here, want me to walk you home?" He asked. I nodded, smiling. "Do you live around here?" I nodded, holding up 2 fingers. "2 blocks?" He questioned, me nodding once again. "Ok, cool. I'll walk you home" he told me, hoisting his bag farther up his shoulder. I shook my head, "No really, I want to", he smiled. Thus causing a smile to form on my lips as well.

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Once we reached my house, I kissed his cheek, in a friendly manner. "Have a good night" he said smiling sweetly, "I'll see you tomorrow, Dylan. I'll also text you tonight." He said, while I waved him goodbye, right before I got into my house, he yelled something that brought a smile to my face, and tears to my eyes. "You're silence makes you... makes you unique.". I waved again, waving as I shut the door behind me.

I smiled to myself as my mom came running towards me, a worried look on her face. "Sweetie, i've been so worried. None of us knew where you were!" She cried.  I hugged her, my way of apologizing. She smiled, hugging me back. 

She took my wrist pulling me towards the kitchen and as soon as we went in, my eyes landed on the big Hazel eyes i've learned to love. As soon as he looked at me, his sad eyes, turned happy again. 

Zayn jumped up almost spilling his tea in the process, running towards me. "Dee! Where were you? We've been so freaking scared. I couldn't find you." He told me. I hugged him, once again apologizing. "It's ok, but please come to classes, and don't scare me like that." He said, as I nodded while smiling. "Well, Mrs.Osberry, we're going to be upstairs if you need us" Zayn yelled over his shoulder, pulling me to my room. 

Zayn shut the door behind him, turning around completely serious. "Why'd you leave?" he asked. I shrugged. "Don't give me that shit, Dylan". 'He swore' is the only thing I could think. 'He only swears when hes mad. Or when he knows something'. 

"I saw you the jocks standing by you. Did they say something?" He crossed his arms. My eyes welled up with tears, shaking my head no, trying not to cry. "Bullshit, Dylan. Let me see your journal." He said holding out his hand. 

My mouth flew open. 'Nobody is supposed to know about that.' It's impossible. How could he know? "Dylan I've known you for 12 years, I've seen you write in it, and everything. I've never read it, so don't worry. All I know is that you write in it when somethings wrong." He said. 

I shook my head, 'You're not getting it' I thought, as I clenched my bag more. "Dyl, give it to me" he took a step closer. I shook my head again. The bag fell from my hand, as the words escaped his lips; "If you don't give it to me, I'll tell your mom about all the cuts." 

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 "Silence betrays.” 

― L.M. Montgomery

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