Silverchair - Ziall

C'mon, abuse me more I like it....

C'mon keep talking 'cause it's true....

Niall grew up different. He was often given names like a freak or a psycho for his obsession with things like pain and gore.

He wasn't like the other kids, he loved getting hurt.

Niall never understood his obsession with pain, he liked to hurt himself with lighters and ropes. He'd wrap a rope around his arm so tight it would almost cut off the circulation, he'd burn the top of a lighter into his arm and when he was bored he'd scratch his leg till it was bleeding.

He always felt like the odd one out, until he met somebody new. Somebody who felt differently towards Niall than everybody else.

And once he found out about Niall's fascination and odd habits that boy felt something that you could only explain as excitement

WARNING: contains violence, BDSM, and sexual scenes or references


3. 03

At break, Zayn had a table to sit at. He sat with loads of popular kids. I just huffed.

Who was I kidding? I've never had friends so why would Zayn suddenly be my friend?

I took my lunch tray and walked to to rubbish bin, sitting down beside it


I looked up at the familiar voice, my eyes meeting Zayn's hazel ones

Zayn crouched down and put me on my feet

"You should be with your friends"

"You are my friend" he frowned

"I meant your other friends" I muttered, looking over at the table of people that were now staring


"Don't worry, I sit here everyday"

"Please come sit with me" Zayn frowned "you're my favourite person in this school, if there's anybody I want to sit with its you"

"Thanks but, I'm not allowed to sit there"

"Why not?"

"They hate me" I told him honestly "if I sit there then they all move away"

"Well they're stupid then" he stated

"Everybody does it"

"I don't" he stated

"I know you don't but... Everybody else does it"

"That's not very nice of them"

"I'm a freak" I shrugged

He shook his head "I don't think so. Now come sit with me"

"Zayn I-"

"You can sit next to me" he smiled

I gave in and he took my lunch tray, walking me towards the table of kids who didn't like me

"Niall's going to sit with us" Zayn stated

"No he's not"

"Well why not?" Zayn asked

"He's a psychopath, we don't want him here"

"He's not a psychopath" Zayn defended me "he's just different, so what?"

"Why're you defending him?"

"Because he's my friend"

"You're not allowed to sit here then"

Zayn gaped but then closed his mouth, clenching his teeth "if I can't bring Niall here then I don't want to fucking sit here"

Their eyes widened

"You know what?" Zayn asked "you guys are dicks. So what if Niall likes to burn himself? I happen to think it's hot"

My eyes widened in shock. What?

"Let's go, Niall" Zayn told me "they're a waste of space"

Zayn thought it was hot?

I followed after him anyway. I took my muffins off the tray and told him to bin everything else. So, we went and sat out of bounds

"You didn't have to stick up for me" I told him quietly, handing him my other muffin

"I wanted to" he told me, still looking mad "I can't believe people are so nasty to you"

"I don't really care" I told him "I've been treated like that for years it's not even hurtful anymore"

"I think you're awesome" he smiled


"Do you have friends?"

I shook my head

"Well you've got me now" he told me "if you'd like us to be friends that is"

I nodded with a small laugh "that'd be awesome"

After eating up my muffin I looked up at Zayn

"Is it alright if I-"

"Yeah, go ahead" Zayn cut me off

I got my lighter out of my pocket, and I rolled on the flame.

"Can I smoke?" Zayn asked

I nodded and lit his cigarette. As I did so the flame on the lighter went out. The oil was empty

I just stuck the lighter into my bag, Zayn apologised softly but I just shook my head, telling him it was alright

He was halfway through his cigarette

"Can I have the butt of it once you're done?" I asked

Zayn nodded with a warm smile, and kept on smoking.

I went to take the cigarette but instead he gripped my hand and turned it over

"I want to do it" he told me softly

I looked at him curious... Nobody had ever inflicted pain on me before except me.

He pressed the hot cigarette to my wrist over my veins. I felt the pain sear through me, and I bit my lip as my skin started to prickle.

Zayn's eyes didn't leave mine. But as soon as he lifted the cigarette we both looked down at the mark.

The burn was singed black. I disinfected it, and Zayn smiled

"Thanks" I told him quietly

"It's not a problem"

I smiled to myself... Somebody finally thought I wasn't a freak.

And he let me burn myself and... He burned me. Maybe Zayn and I really could be friends after all

"That's my first cigarette burn" I chuckled "it's nice"

"I'll be sure to give you some more then" Zayn laughed

"Could you?" I asked

"Of course" he went serious

I just beamed "you know you're the only person who's never called me a name or said something nasty even as a joke"

"Well, you're the first person I've ever liked so quickly"

"In what way?" I asked curiously

"Come here" he gestured me closer until we were knee to knee

He leant in, and pressed his lips onto mine, making my skin erupt with goosebumps

He bit on my lip, and bit down so hard that it bled. The taste was nice, and Zayn kissed me hard, moaning into the kiss

He drew back with my blood on his lips, smiling

That was my first kiss. And it was amazing.

My lip was still bleeding heavily, and I rinsed out my mouth a lot until it stopped. Zayn licked over his lips

"You taste nice" he told me

I blushed "you're a good kisser"

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