Another Bad Boy Story (Ziall)

Zayn Malik. The name that every student in Bradford's Private School for The Artistically Talented fears. He's got the attitude. The looks. The money and yeah, he's also bi. He's the school's bad boy. Until a blonde leprechaun by the name of Niall Horan comes along. A ball of sunshine and kindness Niall attracts the attention of Mr. Bad Boy himself. We'll see how much of a bad boy Zayn really is. And if by some some miraculous way, Zayn will change.

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Niall's POV

 "Come on LiLi! We gotta go!" I yell to my best friend Liam Payne.
 "I'm coming Ni. Just wait. I gotta go back to get something." He calls back worried.
 I sigh "Li, the Toy Story DVDs are in your suitcase."

 Next thing I know, I'm being tackled to the ground in Liam's arms. He's squeezing me to death in a tight hug.

 "Oh thank you! Thank you!" He repeats over and over again.
 I chuckle "Your welcome Liam. Now can we please be on our way now?" I plead.

 He rolls his brown eyes at me and stands up, helping me up as well "Why are we moving again?"

 We walk to his car and pull out of the driveway. I look at our flat, the place where we created so many memories. Both sad and happy. The place where small banters took place in. I'm going to miss this place.

 "Because Liam," I start as he begins the drive to the airport "I just want a change of scenery. Sure I'm going to miss Wolverhampton, your hometown and my second home, but I think it's time for a change."

 I sneak a sideways look at him and catch his frown "There's more to it isn't there?"

 Oh he's good. "Yup. We both got accepted into Bradford's Private School for the Artistically Talented."

 He brakes the car a bit harshly "WHAT?!" He gives me look of disbelief but keeps on driving after hearing a beep from a car behind us.

 I keep my gaze on the busy road ahead, hoping that we'll get to the airport soon. Ed, a friend of ours will be taking Liam's car back.

 "Niall James Horan, why didn't you tell me earlier?!" He yells at me.

 I feel guilty now for not telling him but I don't want him yelling at me. So I pretend to be asleep.

 "Niall?" Liam asks sternly.

 I keep quiet.

 "Ni? You asleep buddy?" He asks this time lower.

 I shift around in my seat and I hear him murmur "How does he do that?"

 I turn to face the window of the car so he can't see my smile. A leprechaun has his ways Liam. I open one of my eyes a bit to watch Liam as he drives.

 His short chocolately brown hair, shining in the morning light. Puppy eyes trained on the road ahead, plump pink lips pulled up in a slight smile. Oh how I want to feel those lips on mine. Snuggle up into his warmth whenever I want. Be able to call him mine. Be able to say 'I love you' to him.

 Yeah I'm gay incase you haven't noticed. So here I am, the gay guy, in love with Liam, my straight best friend. How cliché can this get? He has a girlfriend who's gorgeous to say the least. But she lives in another place so they don't see each other very often.

 To be honest, Liam knows that I love him. I confessed to him two years ago, he was shocked but told me that he didn't feel the same way. I've learned to accept it, but its hard. Although my feelings have been fading with time which is good. Thankfully our friendship wasn't ruined.

 Liam is a great guy, we first became friends in second grade when I forgot my lunch at home. I was new to the town so I sat alone. He came over to me and offered to share his lunch with me. After that, Liam started doing little things to make me feel at home.

 Soon, we found ourselves joined at the hip. Wolverhampton felt like a second home to me thanks to Liam. After high school, we got our own place much to our mothers disappointment. They still treated us as kids,not wanting to let us go just yet. After much persuading we got them to understand the fact that we needed our own lives.

 A full year of being with the guy I love, yet hurting inside. Painful but bearable.

 

 

                        * * *

 

 

"Niall. Get up, we're here." A person says shaking me.

 "Mmmmm." I swat their hand away.

 "We're going to miss our plane." That gets me up.

 I shoot up forgetting that I'm in a car and hitting my head on the roof.

  "Owww." I whine holding my throbbing head.

I hear someone chuckle next to me, Liam.

 "It hurts Li." I pout.

 His face softens, he plants a kiss on top of my head and says gently "Come on Nialler. Let's go to our new school."

 I sigh but do as he says, my head tingly from his touch.

 

 

                       * * *

 

 

 "Remind me again, why didn't you tell me that we got accepted here?"

 "Because it was a surprise."

 Silence. I try not to laugh, oh Liam. But he has a point. Even I can't believe we got accepted into Bradford's Private School for the Artistically Talented.

 It's one of England's most popular schools for those who want to purse careers in the arts. Such a painters, sculptors, fashion designers, musicians and singers.

Most applications that are submitted get rejected, only those lucky ones who make a good impression are allowed to attend.

 I've heard rumors of a bad boy in the school, collage whatever you want to call it, but I never believed them. I mean if the guy skips the classes how is he still here? What if he threatens the staff?

 "Hello may I help you?" A bored female voice brings me back to reality.

 "Yes, we're new here and were wondering if you have our schedules." Liam states.
 "Liam Payne and Niall Horan am I right?" The secretary asks, we nod.

 "Wait just a moment."

 I look around the school, the theme is black and white. With splashes of color here and there. Potted plants adorn the halls and give it a nice touch.

 I look back at the secretary who seems to be no older than twenty-six with Mexican features. She seems bored and I feel bad for her.

 "Here you are. If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask." She tells us.

 Liam nods and turns around to leave but I stay.

 "Thank you..." I trail of hoping she'll tell me her name.
 "Cecilia."

 "Thanks Cecilia." I give her a warm smile which she returns genuinely.

 I then make my way to Liam who seems amused by this. I just shrug and we try to find our first class.

 We pass the four hundred wing when someone calls out from behind us.

 "Where do you think you're going?"

 

 

 

 

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