Waiting For Rain (One Direction)

Samantha Blake is your average 17 year old but she does not live in the average place. Her family live in a small town called Ashville where Sam, her siblings and a few other families are the only children. That's not the only thing though. It also hasn't rained for five years in Ashville despite the constantly grey skies and even far off lightning that they never hear the thunder of. For Sam life is boring until one dreary Saturday five teen boys move into the house next door. Sam's life immediately brightens, but only until she discovers that the boys have a dark secret that could either destroy Ashville or save it.

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6. Testimony

Zayn's POV

Liam sidled up to me as I strode confidently down the hall despite my status as 'new guy'.  He looked slightly pissed off and rather tired and flustered.  I hoped he hadn't been fighting with one of the others.  I hated it when the boys fought.  They got so violent they often shifted and took it to the woods or some remote place where they could half tear each other to threads, before heading home in such a state it looked like nothing had happened.

"Zayn? Zayn!" I heard Liam calling me out of my monologue and swiping his hand in front of my face.

"Yeah?" my head snapped towards him, desperately trying to get rid of the swatting hand.  Luckily he stopped when I gave my attention, but also turned rather grave and serious.

"Louis and Niall were in the woods at lunch today." Oh no here we go again, "They were only in the forest behind school; anyone could have seen!"  It was nice that Liam was generally worried about the boys, but Louis was the alpha and we had to respect that, plus it was their choice to risk getting caught.

"Liam, I'm going to be blunt about this." This could go one of two ways. Good or bad, "You worry too much." From the face he was pulling I assumed this was going to the latter, "I know you care for the boys, but they can make their own choices.  Besides, Louis knows what he's getting into.  He is the alpha after all," Liam sighed, and I had the worst feeling this was going to get violent.  We often had different opinions and Liam was much more physical than me.

"You know Zayn," Here comes the first insult.  I braced myself, "You're right." Well, I didn't expect that.  And then Liam went to class, leaving me in the sea of people gaping like a stunned mullet.

After school

Zayn's POV

At the sound of the last shrill tinkling bell I shot out of the classroom barely waiting for the teacher's instructions.  I was never the most obedient student.  I raced to my locker and stuffed my bag with the pile of homework I had from the day: English, Maths, Science, History, Music; just thinking about it all made me tired and sleepy.

"Zayn! You ready to go mate?" Louis smiled at me, already with his bag and Harry in tow.

"Yeah, sure let's go," I sighed and grabbed my bag, flinging it onto my back.  We walked through the halls confidently even though we had nearly no idea where we were going, despite our superhuman senses.  I smiled when I saw sunlight streaming through the glass double doors and subtly quickened my pace.  As I stepped outside the sunlight hit my face and it was so warm and refreshing, so different to being stuck in air conditioning all day.  A tingle ran through my spine as I shivered at the sudden change of atmosphere and the warmth of the sun heating me up.

Louis dragged me to the bus, Harry still in tow and now Niall had joined us too but Liam was nowhere to be seen.

"Yeah, let's get out of here." I grabbed my shoulder bag and followed Louis down the crowded halls and out to the bus going to our little town. The bus ride was quiet; Liam sat with Harry, evidently still not happy about Louis and Niall's escapade at lunch. I sat by myself because Sam was gossiping at the back with about four other girls, the only ones on the bus. Other than that there was the five of us, Sam's brothers, and three other guys all going back to Ashville.

Harry's POV

We arrived home late due to nonstop traffic jams for about 20 minutes.  When we stepped inside our house 20 minutes late everyone was silent and the air was tense, in fact, everyone had been tense since lunch today and I didn't know why.  Oh little me, the youngest, the one always left out not knowing what the hell was going on.  Always being cared for by the boys like a child.  It really got to me sometimes.

As soon as Zayn creaked the door open I rushed upstairs to my room and swung open my laptop.  I always checked my emails as soon as I arrived home because there was always the chance she had replied.  Her emails always put me in a good mood after a boring or just plain bad day.  Although there was a chance she wouldn't contact me after last night.  No, nothing happened last night.  Like litterally nothing.  I didn't email at all and she didn't either.  This had been happening more frequently lately and I was worried we might be drifting apart.

It was always hard to talk to her, especially with four brothers always peeking in on what I was doing, especially since they were all older than me.  I hadn't told the boys about her, and I wasn't planning on it any time soon.  She was the only one I could really talk to, who knew my secret, who just understood.  Yeah the other boys were all like me, but none of them felt the same way about it as I did.

I can't tell you her name, but then again, I don't really know it.

Louis' POV

When Zayn pushed the door open we all rushed inside, glad to be home after spending 8 hours at that awful school, but Harry was especially fast getting up the stairs and to his room.  This had been happening a lot recently, especially around when we moved.  I remember at our old house when Harry used to rush down the long hallway to his room and slam the door shut as soon as he stepped inside.  Then the lock would make a faint 'click' sound, and I heard a similar sound as I trudged up the stairs today.

Liam and Zayn had dumped their bags in the foyer and were now watching TV, and Niall was, of course, in the kitchen fixing himself a delicious something-or-other.  Whatever it was, I wished I had some, it smelt really good.  I followed Harry up the stairs and went into my own room, pulling out my maths books from my bag and setting them on the desk.  I slumped onto the navy blue swivel chair and opened the textbook to the 'linear equations' section.  Boy I was going to have to work my ass off to pass this year.

Academics wasn't my best; not now, not ever.  The maths rules and scientific equations didn't come naturally to me as they did to Liam and Zayn, and I couldn't write a story or essay for shit like Niall.  Even Harry passed music with flying colours.  I had to face it some day.  I was the delinquent of the family.  The drop-out, the dumb one.  The one who's school report stood out from the rest with a big red 'F' stamped onto it.

I stared at the maths book not even bothering to wipe away the tears soaking the blurry-looking pages.

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