records {z.s.}

4.

zayn was curled up in bed, his blankets wrapped around his body. he just couldn't make himself fall asleep, he was scared to wake up.

he never did tell his family about his problems at school, he was afraid of what they would think of him. would they put him in a new school, call the police, tell his principal? or would they turn on him like the rest of them? zayn just couldn't take the risks.

his heart ached for friends. he wanted friends so much. he wanted someone to talk to, someone to cry on, someone to tell him that they were going to go through this with him. but no one liked him. not one person.

zayn pulled his phone out, looking at the blank screen in front of him. it was like he was waiting for a random number to pop up on the screen. just even a simple "hi" would even be fine with him. he was so tired of being lonely which brought certain questions to linger in his mind.

"will I always be this lonely? will I only ever have just four women to ever talk to in my life? or will I have someone to actually love, someone to hold me tight and never let me go? someone to whisper those sweet three words into my ear as they travel all throughout my body and fill me with joy? will I ever feel a sense of joy?"

zayn let this hover in his mind, floating and taunting, until he felt his eyelids get heavy and with one simple movement, he exhausted himself until he fell asleep.

***

zayn let a groan escape his lips as he felt the sun's rays peek through his boring white curtain. he snuggled deeper into his soft bed, not wanting to get up and put himself through torture.

"zayn it's friday, c'mon get up!" his mum rapped her knuckles against his plain dark brown door, shouting through the beaten wood.

he sighed at his feet hitting the soft carpet below his bed, a cold feeling sweeping over him. when he heard his mother's footsteps shuffle out towards the kitchen, he stood himself up, letting his fingertips brush once more over the warm sheets on his bed.

zayn couldn't decide between a worn out plaid shirt or just a regular hoodie to wear for today. maybe if he wore his plaid shirt, which in fact did still look okay on him, no one would tease him because he would look somewhat charming. oh who was he kidding, they would tease him no matter what he wore.

since zayn felt like being comfy, he slipped the sky blue hoodie over his messy hair and brushed some of the dust off before grabbing a pair of loose black skinny jeans and pulled them over his long legs.

he moved himself in front of his body mirror and stared at himself, trying to fix his hair into a quiff.

zayn shook his head, turning his gaze to the floor as he told himself he wasn't ever going to look good. he knew he looked ugly because that's what everyone at school told him.

"zayn the bus will be here any minute." his sister, waliyha poke her head through the small crack in the door, looking over at zayn.

"okay 'my almost done thanks sis."

zayn picked up his bag and slung it over his right shoulder, rubbing his eyes and giving up on his looks. then with a soft sigh, he shut his lights off, closed his door and tried mentally preparing himself for his daily routine.

***

by fourth period, zayn's lunch was stolen by a couple of seniors and he'd already been called a few names that referred to his incident yesterday when he stepped off of the bus.

zayn cut off his path to the cafeteria by walking into the library, smiling at his new quiet, calm, and respectful surroundings. he never really had visited the library because he had all the books he needed at home as in just one book that he'd been reading over and over again since the seventh grade.

when he spotted a tiny table at the very back of the small library, he smiled to himself at the emptiness of the table.

"perfect.." he whispered quietly and sat down in the tiny chair just as a blonde haired man sat down in the chair across from him.

"o-oh, um s-sorry.." zayn stood up rapidly, biting at his lip,"I didn't m-mean to disrupt y-you.."

"no no no what are talking about? sit down laddie." the blonde boy had a nice, thick Irish accent and nodded his head towards the chair that zayn's butt had previously occupied.

"a-are you sure? Y-You can h-have the table to y-yourself..I mean, it's n-not that I d-don't think y-you're a nice guy I-I just-"

zayn always got extremely nervous around new people and always seemed to let random words tumble from his mouth with a stutter.

the Irish lad shook his head, a low chuckle erupting from his throat,"no, zayn? is it? it's completely fine. honestly I don't mind."

zayn nodded his head slowly and sat back down warily, squinting his eyes.

"y-yes...I'm z-zayn..."

the Irish man nodded his head lightly, biting his lip in concentration,"hello dere, zayn. I'm niall, niall horan."

zayn flashed him a slight smile as niall pulled a book from his backpack. why was he being nice to him? what should zayn say?

zayn looked around the room, his shoulders slumping as niall stopped talking to him. he wanted to talk more to niall, to get to know him better. zayn craved for a friend but he didn't want to disrupt niall from his book as it looked quite important.

"h-hey niall..?" zayn spoke softly, breaking his eye contact with niall.

"yes zayn?" niall turned his head up at zayn, gently setting his book down.

"d-do you have a-any book suggestions?"

"oh, zayn, my friend, I have more than you could imagine."

zayn felt a smile form on his face at niall's accent. he could listen to it all day. but the part that he smiled most at was the part where niall used "my friend".

(omg look look I double updated hehe you're welcome. it makes up for the last chapter because it was so short yikes. anywho, lots of love! .x)