Madness (Punk!Ziall)

T H R E E

THREE :

-Niall-

"Do you know anyone named Harry?" I whispered cautiously. He shook his head.

"How am I supposed to know ?"

"You go to this school." I snorted.

"So do you." He retorted

"Yeah but I only talk to you, you only let me talk to you."

"Thats cause you're not aloud to talk to anyone but me." I rolled my eyes. "If it makes you feel better I don't talk to anybody but you either."

"That just makes you a loser." I joked.
"Whatever." He let me go. "Maybe he's in the lower grades?"

"Maybe." I said taking small steps towards the screams.

"Where are you going?"

"To see why they're screaming."

"Are you mad?" He said grabbing my arm and pulling me back towards him.

"Well I'm not just gonna let them get hurt?" I yanked my arm away from him.

"In a movie when someone screams and there is someone inside the building you run and hide. Not go towards them."

"Zayn, this isn't a movie." I said softly.

"I just... don't want you to get hurt."

"I won't."

"Promise?"

"Promise." I extended my hand for him to take, he hesitantly took it. "Now come on, we have to help who ever that was especially if they're in the lower years."

"Okay." He said and after that he was quiet as he followed . His fingers clutching onto my hand as if his life depended on it. I thought it was kind of sweet , honestly. That he acted like such a tough guy but in reality he was just as scared as anyone else would be.  We roamed the halls , the name that was yelled previously being repeated every ten minutes , almost as if a scene were repeating itself.

Then it stopped, but we heard whispers coming from nearby. "Who's there?" I yelled out. The whispers stopped and I walked towards were I heard them. Zayn letting go of my hand as I did so . I saw the door and placed my hand on it. Slowly turning the knob and opening it, there was nothing. "Boo." Two little boys jumped out from under the shelves and my hand clutched onto my chest.

"Holy shit." I said under my breath. They giggled but then stopped as of they had realized something .

"You're not the jainitor." The one with blue eyes said sassily and I glared at him for being so sassy .

"And you're not supposed to be here." I retorted.

"Yeah, well you aren't either." The other said with pouty lips and his arms crossed over his chest. I was starting to dislike these sassy kids, but when I heard an unpleasant noise I panicked and told them to come with us. They followed.

I held onto Zayns hand tightly and every once and a while I could hear him whimper, but I doubt it was because I was grabbing his hand so tightly. "Are you and him boyfriend and boyfriend?" One of the small boys asked in curiousity.

We stopped and turned to look at him. I didn't say a word , so it surprised me when Zayn said, "something like that." I gave a small smile at him.

"Come on guys. We have to stick together and try to find a way out." Then another noise was made, this time it sounded like a grumble, like someone hadn't ate in ages. To be honest the sound freaked me out more than anything we've heard tonight and quite frankly I don't know why.