S.A.D || zarry au

thirteen

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        Zayn's stuck to me like glue since that day. It's like me and Liam have our own personal bodyguard (not that Liam needs one). He'll walk me to all my classes, sit with me and Liam at lunch, and glare at anyone who as so much looked in my direction. It seems like it'd be a bit annoying or too much, but truth is:

        I found it incredibly cute.

        But, even though Zayn tried to, he couldn't be with me constantly. This gave Louis and his little friends time to play little childish tricks on me; like tripping me and throwing paper wads at the back of my head. I found it way more embarrassing than annoying. I mean, I'd never done anything to attract attention, but here I am getting a hell of a lot of it. Just not all of it is the good kind.

        "Hey, fag," Louis slammed into my shoulder while I was trying to get to my seat in history. This caused my books and notes to fall. I blushed a dark red and quickly (not to mention awkwardly) grabbed my stuff off the floor before rushing to my seat. "Fucking pussy," I heard him mumble with a chuckle behind me. I dug my short nails deep into my palm trying to calm myself down.

        One.

        Two.

        Three.

        Four.

        Five.

        "So, Styles, I've been itching to ask. How's it feel to have Zayn's cock up your ass?" Louis breath hit the back of my ear as he whispered.

        I silently gasped and tears filled the corner of my eyes. I tried to count again but it wouldn't work. I raised my hand, "M-may I be ex-excused?"

        My teacher looked up at me with concerned and smiled, "Hurry back."

        I got up as quickly as I possibly could. A enormous amount of indignation and mortification settling in the back of my throat. I tried to swallow the lump but it wouldn't work. I leaned against the lockers out of view of the door and controlled my breathing.

        I couldn't figure out if I was feeling extremely angry or incredibly embarrassed because of this childish bullshit. Maybe, it was both.

        Just, the embarrassment kinda overpowered the rage.

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        "Hey," Zayn brightly smiled sitting in the seat beside mine at the outcasted lunch table.

        "Hi," I fakely smiled back. I mean, I didn't mean for it to look fake but I know he noticed.

        "What's happened? You weren't in second block," he asked as Liam started approaching the table with his lunch.

        "Nothing, just wasn't feeling up to it," I shrug. I knew he didn't believe me.

        He got close to my ear, "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

        I looked into his eyes smiling weakly, "I know."

        Zayn pulled back and engrossed Liam in conversation. "Eat this," Liam said throwing me a packaged PB&J.

        I sighed knowing that I was no match to an argument against one mother never the less two. I took the sandwich and unwrapped it looking at the two boys' who's eyes were trained on me. "Quit staring," I hissed causing them to laugh.