Special [Zianourry]

Chapter 4

A/N: sorry if I'm not writing a lot. I've just had some sad news, so I'm a bit messed up with my writing.
I apologise to you all, as it's only going to get worse for a while, but I might be alright in months to come x
Oh, and guess what?! I've hit 1.5k reads on Freak!! Already!! OMG!
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"How was your day?" Liam asked, from where he and Zayn were discussing an essay on the sofa.
"Great." Niall grinned, sitting next to Liam and leaning on him, letting him wrap an arm around his shoulders.
"Boobear." Harry demanded, sitting on the other sofa with his arms open. Chuckling, I sat down, half laying down against the arm of the sofa until Harry lay on my chest, settling down.
"We've got ten minutes until lessons." Zayn checked the time, putting the essay down on the coffee table. "What do you fancy doing?"
"Is your essay okay?" I asked him quietly.
"I'll get there." He shrugged. "Don't really understand it." Carefully, I picked it up, scanning over it. It was on the history of the Mayans, and some of the conspiracies behind them.
"You'll want to put a point here about how their leader was unreliable, because when the tombs were excavated, there was signs of toxins in his scalp, showing he'd been poisoned for years. Those poisons caused dizziness and general disorientation, so he won't have had a clear perspective of the world." I handed it back, as they all stared. "Yes?"
"Since when were you so bloody bright?" Niall complained, as Zayn hastily wrote down what I had said.
"It's basic knowledge." I said, deep in thought. "I've kind of got a thirst for this knowledge, because I can now know it, so I do. Points like that help."
"I suppose you're right. All of our grades have picked up since you persuaded us to do more reading." Liam debated the fact.
"See?" Smirking, I settled back down, running a hand through Harry's curls. "I'm just a good example."
"Sure, sure." Harry murmured, tilting his head back to look at me, and I kissed him. "We should get up before we get comfy."
"Well, lessons can wait. Besides, it's only defence." A smile lit up his face, and I smiled back, before he kissed me, and I kissed back tenderly. "Love you."
"Love you, too, boobear." Harry lay his head down on my shoulder, breath ghosting across my neck. We all chatted quietly until the bell rang, getting up and leaving.
"See you later." I kissed Liam, Niall and Zayn having had to run off quickly. He said goodbye, kissed Harry, then left. "Come on." As we walked, I laced my fingers through his, completely ignoring the squeals of a few girls we passed by.
"You actually made it on time, I'm impressed." Mr. Banks smirked. "Floor defence today, go, get dressed."
"Why does everyone assume everything's different just because we're dating?" Harry grumbled, as we walked towards the dressing room.
"Because that's what tends to happen when people are in love." I smiled back, dropping my voice so no one would hear. "It's also why you'll notice the beds are different this year. Extra strength."
"That," Harry scrunched his nose up, "is disgusting."
"You sure?" Smirking, I held the door for him, taking my suit down from the rail.
"Maybe not." A light giggle floated from his mouth as he dressed, and I zipped his suit up for him, him doing the same for me. As we left, other students trickling from the other changing rooms, I noticed that the large space had been filled with kick shields and punch pads, and Mr. Banks motioned us to get into pairs.
"Okay, everyone. The situation today is that you've been chased through the streets by a group of two people, which means you'll be starting off doing one lap on the track. Without stopping, you'll move over to these, and get on the floor, avoiding all attacks thrown at you. The person to manage to get up and away the fastest without harm wins."
"You'll be good at this." I nudged Harry with my elbow, and he shrugged noncommittally.
"Okay, make a line. One pair on the track, several ready behind. Can we have some pairs starting on the offence with the kick shields, please?" Everyone moved into position, Mr. Banks with a timer by the gear. Harry and I made our way over to the track, going fourth.
"You ready?" Harry asked as the pair before us were half way around the track, and I nodded, crouching down, ready. As soon as the whistle blew, we both shot off, attempting to beat the timer.
Somehow, I managed to keep up with Harry without an exceptional amount of effort, and we carried on running towards the gear, hitting the floor several metres apart as we were attacked with a face full of kick shields and punch pads.
Immediately, I was struggling around, finding they had a tactic of blocking over my stomach, and behind my head, so I couldn't get up easily. Growling, I disarmed one of them with a forceful blow, jumping after them with surprising agility (I didn't really expect it) and rolling across the ground, diving between two kick shields and sprinting away, hitting the timer as soon as I got there.
"Good time, Louis!" Mr. Banks noted, and I watched as Harry ducked around a punch pad and slammed down the button on his own timer. "Also impressive, Harry."
"Are you okay?" I asked him quietly as we went and sat down at the edge of the room, watching the others competing.
"Fine." He smiled at me, but I wasn't buying it. With a gentle sigh, I opened my arms, and he leaned against my chest, cuddling into me. My fingers played across his back, until I tried to pinpoint the gut feeling that something wasn't right.
"Did you hit your head?" I asked again, but he answered no. Pretending to give up, I got comfortable against the wall, and we both fell silent again. Slowly, I adjusted my grip on him so I could run one hand through his hair continually, fingertips grazing against his skull. While I didn't feel any injuries, I wasn't certain.
"I'm fine, boobear." Harry murmured into my chest. As my hand dropped, it felt sticky, so I drew it back. It was shining with red, and I gave him a look. "Maybe."
"Come here." Turning him around, I noticed the blood covering the back of his head, and quickly wiped it away, finding a patch of skin at his hairline where it was rubbed away until it bled. "That's not great."
"Okay, everyone, that was really good!" Mr. Banks called us all over, and I went with Harry, trying to stop his neck bleeding. As he was talking, his eyes skimmed over the students, and silence fell as his eyes landed on us. "Why are you coated in blood, Louis?"
"It's Harry's, Sir." I replied, motioning to his neck.
"Healers?" Mr. Banks sighed, and someone shoved their way through the crowd that was parting for them.
"Here." The slender boy reached out and gently touched the side of Harry's neck. Almost immediately, it stopped bleeding, and the skin healed over.
"Thanks." Harry grinned at them.
"Anytime. My name's Chris." He introduced himself.
"Louis." I smiled at him.
"Harry." Harry nodded.
"I know." Chris laughed. That was when Mr. Banks called for order. "See you around."
"See you." We both chimed before he disappeared, and the lesson continued as normal. Mr. Banks let Harry go again on the activity, making him groan as he trudged over to the track, me giggling as I waited for him.
This time, I could physically see how much better he did, and when he hit the button forcefully, I saw Mr. Banks nod slightly, writing down his time. "Well done." I grinned at him as he came over, panting lightly. His two 'attackers' had not gone easy on him, almost forming a wall around him. Sometimes, activities like this reminded me how much I relied on my mutations. Being not allowed to just shift into a small creature to slip away, or something strong to tear down the shields, gave me appreciation for normal people, and how I used to live my life.
Eventually, we could leave, so we went back to the dorms, deciding against training tonight. It wasn't compulsory, but nearly everyone went.
"Hey, Lou. Hey, Haz." Liam, Zayn and Niall greeted us.
"How are you?" I mumbled as Zayn hugged me tightly.
"I'm fine, babe." He chuckled, kissing me lightly. We all settled down, chatting, cuddling and kissing. When the bell rang, we went down to dinner.
"Sorry!" I gasped, as someone hit me forcefully, almost making me fall over.
"It's fine. Totally fine that your disgusting smell is over me." The girl scoffed, wiping off imaginary dirt from her tight dress, and my eyebrow rose.
"Maybe go and change, then, into something that won't make me loose my dinner before I eat it." Staring down at her, unimpressed, I waited to see what she would do.
"Don't talk to me like that, freak." The last word hit directly on my heart, but I didn't let it show, just smirking slightly and stalking past her.
"You okay, boo?" Liam asked me worriedly, and I nodded, sitting down with a plate full of dinner. The others picked up conversation again, and dinner continued as normal.
Freak.
Freak. Was I a freak? Had I always been a freak?
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A/N: save button isn't working. Not wattpads fault. This time, it's my wifi. I'm not even joking, I've gone a solid twenty four hours without wifi, as it randomly stopped working last night. I'm still connected, but without wifi.
It has been some of the hardest twenty four hours of my life.