Where Do Broken Hearts Go?

Chapter Four- Where Are You?

*Liam's P.O.V.*

Not that I watched for him nor cared, but Zayn hadn't been at school for three days. And I hate to admit it, but I was worried about him.

With a sigh I walked with confidence to his friends lockers, watching them eye me curiously.

"Where's Zayn?" I spat slightly, I didn't mean to but it came with my confidence act.

"What's it to you?" A tall blue eyed lad asked. He flipped his brown wispy hair and cocked an eye brow.

"Louis." I heard an Irish accent and saw a blonde hair boy glare slightly. His brown roots were coming through, telling everyone he dyed it. It looked pretty cool honestly.

"What?" Louis spat back at the boy, flipping his hair and crossing his arms sassily.

"It was just a question." I growled, turning and beginning to walk. I didn't get more then five steps when a deep raspy voice was behind me.

"Wait, please," I turned to the voice and found a tall lad in front of me. His long brown hair fell in curls and his bangs were pushed back into a quiff, revealing his stunning green eyes.

"What?" My voice softened as his kind nature radiated off him, cooling me down.

"I'm sorry about Louis. He just doesn't like other people poking their nose in other's business." The lad's small lips pulled away to reveal straight white teeth.

I smiled, "s'fine."

'Should've known Zayn would never tell them about me.' I frowned at the thought and tugged at my sleeves.

"'m Harry." He held a grin and stuck his hand out which I carefully took in my own. Harry's hand was massive in comparison to mine and I felt myself growing selfconcious when I pulled away from his grasp.

"Liam." I told him, realizing I hadn't.

"Good to meet you, Liam. By the way the blonde bloke was Niall," he chuckled lightly and my heart fluttered. Harry had lots of charisma to him, that was for sure, "and don't hate Lou, he is actually quite sweet when you get to know him."

"Styles, are you revealing my nice side?" A light british voice was behind Harry then and Louis stepped around him with a grin.

"Look mate, I am sorry okay?" Louis grinned at me this time.

"No hard feelings," I gave a wave and we fell into a small conversation before the question rose.

"So, why were you asking about Zayn?" I hadn't notice Niall there till his Irish accent caught me by surprise.

"I was walking late at night and we ran into one another. He looked distraught and we talked for a bit, just wanted to make sure he was okay." I lied, beaming at them innocently.

"Oh, I see."  Louis nodded, seeming as though he was pondering it, "well don't worry mate, 'm sure he's fine. Knowing Zayn he's playing sick." Louis gave a laugh then, it was a forced one though and my heart sped up slightly.

"Here." Harry's raspy tone caught my attention as he held out a number, "text me and when I know how he is, I'll let you know "

"Thank you." I smiled and shoved his number into my pocket.

"See ya around, Li." Niall patted my shoulder and the three boys walked off as the bell rang.

I smilled as I turned and jogged up the stairs, heading to my next class.

'Art.' I thought to myself, suppresing the urge to groan. I was absolutely rubbish at art, it was simply just a filler class for me. 

"Maybe I should switch to shop or something." I whispered to myself as I stared a the ground, still walking.

"You wouldn't last two minutes there."

"Yeah, shop is for big boys."

I heard two voices and managed to look up just before I ran into them. Great. Luke and Michael. The two boys in school who insistently picked on me.

I rolled my eyes and Michael flipped his red hair and smirked. Luke just eyed me and toyed with his deep blue lip ring.

"Leave me alone." I growled, trying to sound menacing but just sounding like a six year old.

"Leave me alone, waaa," Luke mocked, rubbing at his eyes as he pretended to cry.

Michael laughed slapped his arm, "Luke, he sound girlier than that!"

"That's right, my apologies." They both chuckled and I fought off the tears. Honestly I don't know why these two idiots got to me.

"Get him." Luke growled and before I knew it I was slammed into the locker, my books crashing to the ground.

Michael was in my face and I managed to block out what he was saying.

"Listen to me!" He snapped, delivering a punch to my jaw.

Instinctively my hand flew up and touched the already tender area.

Just then Luke and Michael were at me, throwing punches till I hit the floor where they continued to kick me.

"Leave him alone." A familiar raspy voice spoke behind the boys and the kicks stopped abruptly as I heard sounds of things being thrown against lockers.

"Liam?" A small voice whispered beside me before the world slipped away.

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And there's chapter four! Sorry if you guys hate me for making Luke and Michael the bad guys! I honestly love the both soooo much and it was just for the story! Don't hate me!

Chapter five is gonna be released soon! Who is the mystery person who saves Liam?