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(A/N Ok so this chapter is a little different!! It’s going to be in Zayn’s POV!!! Super cool right!?!?! If you guys like then please please please comment because if you do then I will split the second book between Liam and Zayn’s POV! Enjoy!! Xx)
-Zayn-
Zayn hadn’t seen much of Liam these past few days. But he understands why. Liam has been training hard. Really hard. And Zayn gets it. He understands. So that day when he goes to school and doesn’t see Liam anywhere he nods to himself and walks to his first class of the day. He takes his seat, placing his bag next to his feet and getting out his notebook and a pencil. When Zayn lifts back up he sees someone sitting next to him. He rolls his eyes and sighs.
“What do you want?”
“You’re always so touchy Zayn, honestly.” Harry grins, his dimple piercings popping out more.
“You’re always so annoying Harry, honestly.” Zayn mimics Harry, making the green eyed boy laugh.
“That was good.”
“Seriously what do you want?”
“Just wondering where your boyfriend has been these past few days.” Harry shrugs looking out the window.
“I didn’t know my boyfriends attendance was your concern.” Zayn retorts and Harry looks back at him with a smirk.
“Oh I love how you get all riled up Zayn. It’s so cute.”
“You know what? You’re not even worth it.”
“Ouch. Now that hurt Zaynie.” Harry fakes a pout and places his hand over his heart.
“Mr. Malik and Mr. Styles.” Their teacher speaks, causing the two boys to look up. “Would you care to enlighten the class on what the two of you are speaking about?”
“I uh…” Zayn tries to go on but Harry cuts him off.
“Well Zayn was just saying how he thinks you have hair plugs where I just believe you wear a hairpiece.” Harry grins widely, and the teachers face goes red.
“Excuse me?”
“I… That’s not what we were talking about.” Zayn’s eyes go wide and he grips the side of his desk, trying to ignore the laughs from his classmates.
“That’s enough!” The teacher yelles and the class goes silent. “Detention. For the two of you.”
“Ah that sucks. I had plans after school.” Harry speaks looking down at his nails, humor to his tone.
“That’s enough Styles. Or I will give you, two detentions to serve.”
“Sir, yes sir.” Harry grins, saluting the teacher.
“Now back to the lesson…” The teacher goes on and Zayn, slouches back in his desk.
“Looks like we will have more time to talk after school, huh Zaynie.” Harry speaks and Zayn looks over at him.
“How exciting.”
“So I was thinking after school we could…”
“I can’t.” Zayn groans, causing Louis and Niall to look at him.
“Why not?” Niall asks.
“Because I got detention today. With Styles.”
“You lucky bastard.” Louis smirks and Zayn glares at him.
“I swear Louis your taste in men is atrocious.”
“Really? Because I used to have a thing for your boyfriend… Which speaking of the handsome devil, where has he been this last week?” Louis raises an eyebrow and Zayn shrugs.
“He’s been feeling a bit ill.”
“Yeah, I heard about this bug that’s going around. My next door neighbor just got over it.” Niall nods while speaking.
“Right, yeah. A bug.”
“Well I’m surprised you’re not at his side being the most amazing girlfriend you could be Zayn.” Louis laughs and Zayn smiles rolling his eyes.
“I really don’t know why I’m friends with you sometimes Louis.”
“I say the same thing.” Niall chirps and Louis rolls his eyes.
“Because I’m fabulous. And sassy.”
“Sassy, yes. Fabulous? Not so much.” Niall laughs and Zayn does the same, making Louis roll his eyes.
“Oh please you two love me and you know it.”
“Of course we love you Louis.” Zayn smiles and Louis does the same.
“Detention will be for an hour. Absolutely no talking. Understood?”
Zayn and Harry nod and their teacher sits at his desk. Zayn is sitting in the far back of the classroom, with Harry towards the front of the class. Zayn just really wants to get this detention over with so he can go home. Maybe stop by Liam’s and see how his training is going.
He does miss his boyfriend. It’s weird not seeing him everyday. Hearing his laugh. Or just his presence. And yeah, Zayn misses Liam. He pulls out his phone and sees he has a few texts. Two from his mother. And one from Liam. He opens the one from Liam first.
Hey babe! How’ve you been? Sorry I haven’t called or texted you these past few days been training really hard. Miss you tons though!! 🙂
“I didn’t know we were allowed to use our cell phones.” Harry’s deep voice, causes Zayn’s smile to disappear.
“What?” The teacher speaks looking up.
“Well Zaynie is on his phone, and I guess I missed the memo about being able to have your cell phone out in detention.”
“Mr. Malik, put the phone away.”
“Fine.” Zayn grumbles and places his phone in his pocket, while sending a glare to Harry.
The rest of detention drags on. And Zayn feels like a hole is being burned in his pocket, because he’s itching to get his phone out and text Liam. He needs to text Liam. To talk to him. But stupid Harry just had to go and ruin it. He ruins everything, Zayn thinks. And he honestly hates Harry. Despises the green eyed boy.
So when detention is finally over Zayn is thankful. He grabs his phone and views his texts from his mother. She said she is going out of town and his sisters are leaving with her for a few days. Zayn sends her a simple reply, before going back to the text Liam sent him. Zayn goes to respond, but a hand on his shoulder stops him.
“Hey Zayn.” Harry grins.
“Seriously? Can you leave me alone?”
“Look, I want to apologize.” Harry sighs.
“For being a dick?” Zayn speaks, walking with Harry next to him, making Harry laugh.
“Yeah. And for getting you detention and all that stuff.”
“It’s whatever Harry.” Zayn waves his hand and Harry shakes his head.
“C’mon let me make it up to you. Let me walk you home or something.”
“Walk me home?”
“Yeah. A little wuss like you shouldn’t walk home alone and seeing that your protectors aren’t here to help you, I think I should fill in.” The green eyed boy laughs lightly and Zayn rolls his eyes.
“I feel like you won’t take no for an answer.”
“Then you feel correct.” Harry shrugs, still walking alongside Zayn, outside the school.
“Fine then.” Zayn gives a little smile to Harry before looking back at his phone. “But no talking.”
“Why no talking?”
“Because your voice annoys me.”
“Fair enough.” Harry chuckles knocking arms with Zayn.
The two walk together silently. Zayn can’t help but think how Harry isn’t that bad when he’s not speaking. He’s actually quite pleasant to be around when he’s silent. And when the pair reach Zayn’s home Harry doesn’t say anything. He just looks over Zayn’s house before smiling at the golden eyed boy, who just waves before entering his home.
That night Zayn called Liam. And it felt good. Felt right. Liam says he is going to go to school on Monday and Zayn can’t wait. Can’t wait to hold him. See him. And kiss him. And they laugh and Zayn asks about that defective stone, that Liam says still doesn’t work. In which Zayn gives him a pep talk about how Liam will figure everything out because he’s smart and strong and powerful and sexy. And yeah being sexy has nothing to do with Liam saving the world, but it sure does make Zayn happy.
So Zayn goes to sleep that night with a smile on his face. When he wakes up the next morning he stretches before getting out of bed. He walks down the stairs and to his kitchen. Luckily for Zayn, his mother stacked the house with food before she left. Zayn gets out the ingredients he needs to make some blueberry pancakes. When he’s going to get a bowl he hears something. It sounds like his front door opening. He walks out of the kitchen slowly and sees his front door is open. He stares at it for a while, confused on how and why it’s open.
He walks up to it and closes it, locking it. He walks back toward the kitchen and stops dead in his tracks. Zayn sees three very large figures. All cloaked in black. When they hear Zayn they face him, masks covering the lower halves of their faces so only their eyes are seen. Their big black eyes. Zayn steps back slowly, with wide eyes.
“Human, let’s not make this more difficult than it needs to be.” One of the things speaks, and Zayn knows what they are. Who they are. Zodian.
He turns on his heels and runs to the stairs. He can hear them running behind him. Zayn gets to the stairs and is half way up, when one grabs his leg, causing him to fall. He turns on his back and kicks the Zodian in the face, making him drop Zayn’s leg. Zayn crawls up the stairs fast, going to his parents room because it’s closer. He locks the door and shoves the dresser in front of it.
Zayn is breathing hard and he bites his tongue when he hears the Zodian banging on his door. Zayn looks around the room trying to find a weapon, because hell if he’s going to die then he’s going to die with a fight. He searches in the closet and finds a golf club. Zayn smiles, but the smile soon disappears when the dresser is shoved from the door and the three Zodian enter the room.
“You puny human.” One of them speaks and Zayn swings the club at it.
Luckily the golf club collided with the Zodian’s stomach. Zayn takes a swing at the other one but misses. The club is taken from his hand and Zayn is flung to the wall, making the mirror fall down and crash to the ground. Zayn slides down the wall to the floor, glass shards stinging his backside.
“We told you not to make it difficult for us.”
“What do you want with me?” Zayn coughs out, wincing at the pain that’s running up his body.
“It’s not what they want.” A new voice comes in and Zayn looks up, jaw going slack. “It’s what I want.”
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