S.A.D || zarry au

fourteen

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        I couldn't find Zayn.

        Yes, I know, that sounds extremely clingy and desperate, but after seeing him almost all day every day it gets a bit weird when he's gone. Liam called me completely whipped which rewarded him a slap across the back of the head.

        When lunch rolled around I was looking over the the double doors every other second hoping that Zayn would suddenly walk through them.

        "Chill, Haz," Liam said his tone laced with amusement, "your boyfriend's fine."

        "He's not my boyfriend," I said quickly.

        "Considering the little suck face session you guys had the other night I'd have to disagree."

        "Liam!" I gasped before murmuring, "dick."

                Zayn and I hadn't really talked about what happened, but things did change. When he walks me to class he'll kiss me on the cheek or leave gentle peck on my lips and at lunch his hand would stay on my thigh. Not to mention, we shamelessly flirt, a lot.

        "I'm going to the toilets," I said standing up. Liam looked from his phone and nodded. I walked out of the cafeteria and began toward the nearest bathroom. I heard distant laughter echo through the hallway making me freeze. Shit.

        "Hey, look. It's Styles," I heard someone say from behind me.

        I started walking as fast as I could but I was soon pushed into the wall beside me. My hands started to tremble.

        "Where you going, faggot?" Louis Tomlinson hissed

        I looked everywhere but the boys. My insides were twisting and turning.

        "I'm talking to you," he spat slamming his fist into the space beside my head.

        I didn't know what to say or do. I felt like I was about to pass out. My chest started to tighten.

        He gripped onto my shoulders and threw me onto the ground. He then kicked me in the stomach with as much force as he could muster. I let out a cry. "Pathetic," he scoffed.

        "Lou, back off," a boy's thick, Irish accent said.

        I opened my eyes and saw a sweet looking, blond haired boy. I knew who he was; Niall Horan. Louis's mother married Niall's father when we were, I don't know. Ten, maybe?  I've never heard him say more than a hand full of words.

        "What did you say to me?" Louis growled turning to face Niall.

        "C'mon, bro, just leave the poor kid alone."

        Louis snarled looking back at me then at Niall.

        "Let's go before someone sees, damn, you're lucky that Malik wasn't here," Niall said.

        "I'm not scared of that piece of shit."

        "That doesn't stop him from beating you to a bloody pulp."

        Louis glared at me before storming off with all of his friends (but Niall) following after him. My body was shaking and a single tear slip down my cheek. Niall just stood there for a moment looking at me with a blank expression before he walked away in the opposite direction.

        I ran to the bathroom quickly ran to the bathroom and started crying; hard.

        My attack shook my body, but I couldn't cry for anyone. I stayed in there to calm myself down while praying for someone to come.

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        Liam found me at the end of the school day. He said he tried to find me earlier but he got chewed out by a teacher and got sent back to class.

        "What happened?" Liam asked as he was driving me home.

        "Louis," I whispered.

        "Are you going to tell Zayn?" He sighed.

        "No!" I said too-quickly before myself. "No," my voice was slower and more steady. My chest ached and I wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep.

        "You need to tell someone about this. I can't keep watching you just let people walk all over you!"

        I stayed quiet not knowing what to say. He pulled into my driveway and he stopped me before I got out. "I've tried for a long time to get it through to you that your social anxiety can be fixed but you refuse to listen. Talk to Zayn and maybe he'll be the one to help you instead."

        I could tell Liam's tone was sad and upset. It made me sad.

        "I'm sorry, Liam," I sniffled getting out of the car. I ran to the door and up to my room. Liam would come up later to calm me like he always does.

        I'm selfish.

        I don't deserve Liam.

        I don't deserve Mum.

        I don't deserve Zayn.

        I don't deserve anything.

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Short and sad......wow

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