In Love With My Bully (Zayn Malik)

Bella Simpson, cousin to Cody Simpson, has known Zayn Malik since 8th grade. But he bullies her. What happens when Zayn expresses his feelings for her? Will she accept it and live happily ever after or will Zayn break her heart later on?
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2. ILWMB: Chapter 2

*Bella's POV*

I found my way to the last stall. When I locked the door I bawled my eyes out. Zayn has been bullying me since I moved here from Brighton in the 8th grade. I once shattered all the bones in my arm (after banging my elbow on the concrete) because Zayn had pushed me to the ground. He could care less about me. All I wanted to do was just have the confidence to stand up to him. Maybe I could at least be given the opportunity to give him a good punch in the face with a chair or car. Probably a car. If I could do that I would be so happy. Not getting in trouble for it would be even better. I just don't understand why he was so mean to me. My friends and family think I'm beautiful, I'm nice to everybody and I have an amazing personality. What is it about me that pissed him off so much that he decided to bully me? I have no idea. After about a good fifteen minutes of crying and fixing my makeup multiple times, I heard a knock on the door. Really? I just want to be alone.

"Go away!" I shouted.

"Bella? It's me...Laura. I brought your Study-Buddy with you." I saw the tips of Laura and someone else's shoes standing in front of my stall's door.

I opened the door and took a look at the person I'd be studying with the whole year. She had dark hair; big, wide, chocolate brown eyes with mega-thick lashes; and a dark complexion. She looked like somebody I knew but I just couldn't put a finger on it. She saw the red handprint mark on my face and her eyes widened even more than they already were.

"Ohmygod!" She rushed. "Your the girl that got slapped by my bro-I mean by Zayn." The girl corrected herself.

I nodded weakly.

"I'm uh...I'm Waliyha Morrison." She stuck out her hand. I shook it.

"I'm Bella Simpson. Cousin of the famous Cody Simpson." I added, in an attempt to put her at ease. She seemed a little off. "Are you okay?" I asked her.

"Oh yeah. I just have a headache." She nodded slowly. "Here's my schedule. If you want we can make a plan of when we can get together to study." Waliyha handed me a white sheet of paper. We had all the exact same classes except for her order was like this:

1) Creative Writing

2) Jewelry II

3) French I

4) Maths

5) Geography Of England/Ireland

6) Biology II

"Okay we have the same university preparation classes so we can just study those together." I handed her schedule back.

"Great!" She smiled back genuinely.

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As my teacher droned on and on about the sections we would be studying this year I looked down at my phone to see if I had any messages. I had one from Laura.

LAURA: Heeellllp meeee! Mrs. Flack won't stop talking about her cat!

ME: XD Oh my god!

LAURA: Hey sorry about what happened this morning. How's your face doing?

ME: Okay number one, that just sounded hilarious and number two it still stings and there is still a mark.

LAURA: He must've hit you really hard.

ME: Yeah.

LAURA: Don't worry. Things will get better. Gotta go!

I locked my phone and slid it back into my pocket. The class took forever but finally we were released to go to our next class. I had French with Waliyha and Laura. This should be fun.

"BELLA! WALIYHA! OVER HERE!" Laura shouted when Waliyha and I walked in.

"Jesus Laura! Stop screaming!" I said.

"Sorry!" She apologized.

"Okay class! Please sit down." Ms. Lloyd clapped her hands together. She was really pretty and she had tattoos. See my school is awesome because they don't make people cover up their tattoos. Especially the staff. "I am going to start passing out books so please listen when I call your name.

Laura, Waliyha and I took this time to chatter amongst ourselves, planning how we would cause trouble and mischief this year.

"Bella Simpson?" I heard Ms. Lloyd say my name. I got up and went to her desk to get my book.

When I reached her desk I took my book and put it under my arm. When I started for my desk, Ms. loyd reached out and grabbed my arm.

"Honey where did that handprint on your face come from?" She said concerned.

"I got slapped by Zayn Malik." I confessed. You couldn't really lie about getting slapped. Especially when there was a red handprint on your face from it.

"Why did he slap you?" Ms. Lloyd knit her brows in confusion.

"I honestly don't know. He's been bullying me ever since I moved here in the eighth grade." I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly.

"Do I need to report him to principle Cowell?" She said sternly.

"NO!" I said a little to loud. "Sorry. But no. Please don't tell him. It'd only make things worse." I begged her not to tell.

"Okay. You can go back to your seat." She nodded towards my desk in-between Laura and Waliyha's.

When I got back to my desk, Laura and Waliyha asked me millions of questions. 'What did she say?' and 'Are you in trouble?' were amongst the questions asked.

"I'm not in trouble and she just asked why Zayn slapped me." I shrugged again and faced forward.

"What did you tell her?" Waliyha bit down on her perfect manicure.

"I told her I didn't know why he did it." I ganced over at her. She nodded.

When the girls' questions were answered, we payed our attention back to Ms. Lloyd who was now writing something on the board.

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"Oh my god! Finally!" Laura blurted when we were released for lunch. Waliyha and I burst out laughing when we saw what was in her lunch bag. She had two sandwiches, three bags of crisps, several cookies, a cupcake, carrot sticks with peanut butter, an apple and four large juice-boxes. Yes. Juice-boxes. Don't judge her!

"Jeez! Bella told me you ate a lot but she didn't say you ate that much!" Waliyha's eyes practically fell out of her face when she saw the assortment Laura had. We all chose to eat on the quad for lunch and it looked like everybody in the school chose too.

"Told you so!" I giggled.

We spent the rest of lunch eating, swapping stories about our adventures over the summer and pointing out all the hot guys that walked by us. We all had a lot of fun and one more thing.....NO ZAYN!

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