How to be a good lad [ ziall ] { on hold }

s i x t e e n

        Niall

 I stood in the dark on the field, sobbing as I bit my fist.

There were four other boys around me.

I was the only junior stripped in boxers.

One behind me was tall and lanky, his hair was long on one side but shaved at the other, he wore black track pants and a black hoodie.

The boy beside him was shirtless and in cargo jeans, a tattoo across his torso that said REBELLIOUS in the shape of a rainbow across his torso

One of the others had a buzz cut and the other was a brunette with a split lip and busted knuckles.

I stood at the front, Zayn stood in front of all five of us with four Majors and lieutenants

"Chores boys" A male I hadn't see before spoke

Chores didn't seem bad till I heard them dibs jobs

"Toilets"

"Grave digging"

"Lawn mowing"

It all seemed awful. The lawn mowing meant the whole school. Grave digging was pretty self-explanatory, I'd seen the state of the toilets

I didn't know what other jobs there were, but when I heard another job, my blood ran cold

"I am not staying with Major Malik"

That was a job?

I had no idea why you'd need to do that but after the guy with the buzz cut called Kitchen duty, I got given a sick grin from a lieutenant

"Looks like you'll be the bus boy"

Bus boy, as in a slave?

There were still tears slipping down my cheeks as I hiccupped through my tears

"Grow up, you fucking baby"

I was pushed onto the grass by someone a lot taller than me.

After the other four boys disappeared, I looked at Zayn who was stared intensely at me.

He was the one who got me here in the first place because of how bad I'd obviously been this week. But now I didn't know what he was thinking

"Malik"

"Yes sir"

"Take the worm to your room"

Zayn grabbed me by the hair and I went down through the seniors again, but I passed my dorm first, all my friends were given me pitiful looks

"Good luck" Liam whispered

I was thrown onto the floor of his room and I just began to wonder... What the hell would I be doing?

"You sleep on the floor" Zayn snapped

"Do I get a sleeping bag?"

He snorted and pointed to a corner that had a tiny pillow and a thin grey blanket

So this is why nobody chose him? They didn't want to sleep on the floor?

I went to get under the blanket but I was grabbed by the ankle

"No, you sleep when I say you can sleep"

Okay... That would be a problem

He rummaged through drawers and he threw me a dog collar

"What do I do with this?"

"Put it on"

I buckled the thing round my neck and looked up confused

"You're here for three weeks" Zayn said "you aren't to talk to anybody but me, you're to sit with me at break"

So I basically became what? His boyfriend?

"You do everything I tell you to" he said "if you disobey me I'll take away your eating privileges"

"Major"

"What?"

"What exactly do I do?"

"My bidding"

Okay. This wasn't good.

"And if you disobey" he got down and lifted my chin "I have a leash. I'm pretty sure you don't want to be treated like a dog and sleep outside"

This was ridiculous. I'd grave dig over this anyway. Hell. I'd eat out Nurse Joy over this. And you don't even know how disgusting nurse joy is. She's fucking Jabba the Hutt with legs.

Zayn made me sit on his bed while he left, he came back with a tag... One with my name on it.

It was a small thing that he attached to my collar and it said;

Niall J Horan
ID: 1308975
13/08/97
Z. Malik

"Now sleep" Zayn instructed "I'll wake you up in the morning"

// i've been working on things for one of my other stories called 'no angels' & you should go check it out :))) (only the intro is posted as of right now, but i'll start posting in december. it's gonna be gr8 m8 

xxmolly //

written by; @ZIALLISLIFEE