My Drug

My Sensitive Jock

This will be a boyxboy imagine.

Ziall fan fiction. Yay. :)

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~ Niall ~

My life is a living hell. Constantly blamed for the death of my older brother and mother. My father never did anything but hurt me where it hurts most. The memories I still cherished. How can he blame me for their deaths, I wasn't the one driving it was mum. But it wasn't her fault. It was the other driver. I was in the car when the accident happened. And, I was the only one who survived the crash. Maybe that's why my father blames me. Maybe he's right, maybe it was my fault. Maybe if I could have known then maybe, just maybe, I would have prevented it somehow. But there was no way possible.

All these years I've been stuck in this house with my drunk father. Always having to live with the pain that came with him. I should have died with them. I had the opportunity but why didn't they take me too. Or maybe, they could have taken me instead of mum. Maybe then my father would be happy. He would have at least kept someone he actually loved.

Banging came from my locked door. I guess it's been a precaution to lock it since father always gets drunk at night and I don't want to die in his arms while I sleep.

"Wake up Niall!!" I heard a familiar voice come from the other side of the door. Smiling softly, I got up from my bed and opened the door slightly. Revealing Cassie. The most amazing person in my life. One of the reasons I've actually stayed sane.

But another reason is the guy I like. I mean he doesn't know me. Heck, he probably doesn't even know I exist. I always imagined that he was the one to help me escape this horrible life.

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Jail. School. Hell. So many words for just one building.

Cassie has left me once again to meet up with her boyfriend, Liam. He's pretty cool but he doesn't like that Cassie always spends time with me. Hah, how many times do I have to tell this guy.. I'm gay.

I had an oversized hoodie and some black skinnies. They were worn out and ripped. But they were my favorite pair. Walking through the crowded hall, the bell finally rung. Signaling I only had a minute to get to class. Crap.

Running up the stairs, I finally made it seconds before the bell rung. Sitting on my desk, tunning out the teacher and everyone around me.

"Class, we have a project to do.. You will be working in pairs. I have a list made already. So, no Zayn, you cannot work with Harry. Again." Once the teacher mentioned his name. I couldn't resist. I turned around and looked at him. His beautiful brown eyes, could make a person melt. His black hair with a streak of blonde was perfectly made every morning I wanted to tangle my fingers in it. His football varsity jacket showing off his talent and skill. The way he smiled, made my heart flutter. And my stomach ached as the butterflies fly around.

Zayn apparently met my gaze, a side ways grin appeared on his face. Obviously making my cheeks flush a bright pink. I turned back around to face the class. What does this guy do to me.

Ignoring the names the teacher called as she assigned partners. I hope I actually get a good partner.

"Harry Styles and Paul McDonnell... Zayn Malik and Niall Horan..."

Wait! What?!!

Me and Zayn. Can this really be happening. No, this must be a dream. She probably got the names mixed up. Yea, that's it.

Sitting there, I waited for my correct partner. A chair shifted next to me. Moving it closer to my table.

"Hey.. so I guess were partners." Lifting my head from the table and looking up to the person next to me. Zayn.