Liam Payne had what seemed to be the perfect life. When his parents split up and he is forced to move away with his mom to London, he runs into people who surprise him. Meeting Niall Horan was the best thing that ever happened to him. He never thought he would fall in love with Niall, the deaf kid


17. Don't Let Me Go





Liam is BOLD


Niall is ITALLIC




-Niall’s POV- (Flash Back when he was 10 he was deaf)


Everyone in my life tells me I am nothing. They tell me that everything that is happening to me happens for a reason. So is my family treating me like I am nothing what I am supposed to learn from? My father is only treating me like this because I am worthless, I know I’m worthless. No one will ever want to be my friend. My own family doesn’t want to be around me, I just cause my mom stress and my father just beats me. I can never do something right in his eyes. My mom has forced me to go back to school even though I am now deaf. I told her I want to just quit school, there’s no point in me going anymore if I can’t hear. People are going to make fun of me and bully me. I can already see it. She still woke me up this morning and is now pushing me out the door to catch the morning bus. I sigh as I stand at the bus stop waiting for my usual bus to take me to hell. I stood there just thinking about what school was to bring me today when I suddenly felt a presence next to me. I looked up to see a young raven haired boy, by the name of Zayn Malik, playing with an iPod in his hand. I tried to not make it obvious I was watching him as he scrolled through his playlists on his IPod. He finally settled on some song that I had never heard of. I will never hear it. He glanced up from the device and his eyes caught mine. I panicked and looked down, making it very obvious I had just been watching him. I kept my eyes down until I felt a hand on my shoulder roughly shaking it.




“Hey look you little prick, what do you-” but I couldn’t catch the rest, he was talking way too fast for me to lip read. I still wasn’t very good at it. I just watched as his lips kept moving at what seemed like the speed of light. I didn’t know what to do, he seemed really pissed at me by the way his face is contorted. I turned to see that people were starting to surround us, I started to feel slightly claustrophobic from all the people around us. I watched as people looked as if they were cheering on someone. What they were saying, I have no idea. I turned back just in time to have the raven haired boy’s fist collide with the side of my jaw. I winced at the pain, but didn’t allow myself to cry. It wasn’t that bad, my father hits much harder. I looked back up to see the boy grinning at me. I shook my head trying to make the pain dissipate. I just pushed past the boy and jumped onto the bus that had arrived. I moved to the very back of the bus not wishing to deal with all the glares from the other students. I was never well liked, even before I was deaf. I had no friends. Well I guess you could say I had one, but most people would say he is more of an enemy than a friend since our daily routine is him beating me up. I am his own personal punching bag, and there is nothing I can do about it. Zayn has made it his own personal goal to hurt me every day for the entire year. I am hoping the beatings will hurt less now that I can’t hear the names he calls me. I sit down and keep my head down, purposely ignoring every ones face. I don’t want to be able to read their lips. I know they will just be calling me names. Luckily the bus ride to school is very short. The bus came to a stop and everyone filed off the bus and dispersed into the chaotic building known as school. I sighed and lugged my heavy backpack into the main office. I have to turn in all my makeup work here. I have been out for almost three months now so I have a lot to catch up on. I walked into the office and smiled at the woman at the front desk. She grinned and was about to talk before a man walked over and shook his head. I gave them a puzzled look but then the man started to sign to me.




“Hello Niall, I’m Hunter, I’ll be your translator for the rest of the semester.” He signed quickly. I nodded and handed the woman the huge packet of makeup work and turned to leave. I walked out of the office and headed to my first class. I was walking down the hallway when I was suddenly pushed into the wall. I felt all the air rush out of my lungs from the sudden slamming into a solid wall. I looked up to see Zayn, of course. I sighed and waited for all the punches. Zayn smirked before I felt his knee ram up into my groin. Shooting pain racked my body, I felt myself cry out in pain. Zayn was still smirking at me when my eyes shut from the pain. I was waiting for the second blow, but suddenly Zayn’s tight grip on me left. I slid down the wall groaning in pain when I slipped open my eyes. Hunter was standing in front of Zayn with his hand pointing at him. He looked angry as well. I was in too much pain to read what he was saying, all I could tell was




“He is deaf! How could you beat up a deaf kid!? You have D-” but I turned away when I felt someone grabbing me and picking me up. I opened my eyes to see the school nurse carrying me into the nurse’s office. I sighed and tried to relax in her grip, surly she wouldn’t hurt me. Right? She set me down on a small cot and looked me over, probably looking for any bruises. I felt fear rip through me as she lifted my shirt slightly. I jumped up and moved away from her. I couldn’t let her see the big bruise my father left on my stomach last night. I couldn’t let her see all of them. She gave me a weird look and turned to get a piece of paper.




“Please let me check you over” She handed me the small paper with her fancy tight scrawl written across it. I sighed and shook my head. I quickly got up and grabbed my bag, I ran back into the hall and crossed my fingers I wasn’t late for class. I walked to room one and opened the door. The teacher was at his desk reading a book, all the other students were standing around and talking. Phew, I wasn’t late. I hurried to the back desk until someone tapped me. I cringed at the sudden contact but looked up to find my teacher. Mr. Lopez. He was tall and had short black hair, he wore glasses as well. He looked very young to be a teacher but who am I to judge someone by age? He smiled a bright smile and pointed to a seat in the very first row. I shook my head franticly. I don’t want to sit in the front. That’s the last place I ever want to sit. He shook his head and started to drag me to the front row. I sighed and allowed him to take me to my new seat. I sat down and waited for the class to start. After about five minutes Zayn walked in, he had a very pissed off face. He walked right up to my desk and placed a note on it. I looked up to see Hunter had walked in with him. I looked back at the note and folded it out so I could read it. It was hand written and short.




“I’m sorry for hurting you. It won’t happen again. I am being punished for my actions. I have detention on Saturday for the next two months. I am sorry.” I was shocked, Zayn actually got in trouble? So Hunter saw him hurting me and got him in trouble. This was the last thing I needed, now everyone is going to think I have some stupid body guard with me because I am deaf. God dammit. I sighed an crumped the paper shoving it into my messy bag. The rest of the class I couldn’t get the thought of Hunter and Zayn out of my mind. Because of this Zayn isn’t going to hurt me anymore, why do I find that so hard to believe? I eventually forgot about the note and continued on with my hectic first day back at school. When I got home I remembered. Now I only have to take beatings for part of my day now, I don’t have to have them all day. Maybe this can be a good thing. Just maybe, there is some hope for my screwed up life.

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