Stranded

*4 years ago*

"Look at that ugly skank." He says loudly as I walk down the hall.

He's always saying stuff about me. It's never nice either.
I walk to my locker, already late for class. I grab my stuff, only for it to be knocked to the ground as I'm shoved against a locker. I look up and see a pair of brown eyes.

"P-Please." I beg.

He slams my into the locker again, keeping his hand on my shoulder.

"Please stop." I plead, not looking in his eyes.

"Now, why would I do that? This is just too much fun." He says smirking.

I try pushing him away but he doesnt budge. I just get a slap to the face.

"Hey! Get to class!" A teacher yells down the hall.

He loosens his grip and I grab my stuff quickly, running to my first class.

After school I start walking home like usual. I try to leave fast so I dont cross paths with the demon child, a.k.a Zayn Malik. But it looks like my luck just turned off as I hear a voice behind me.

"Didnt think you could get away that easily did you?" He says.

I slightly shake my head.

"Good." He says dragging me to a secluded area.

I turn around and get a punch in the face, making me fall backwards. He kicks me in the side making me groan.

"P-Please stop." I say tears staining my cheeks.

"Stop crying." He says kicking me again, making me roll on my back.

"What-"He starts but kneels down and takes my arm in his hands. I try pulling away but he doesn't let me.

"Sky. What is this?" He asks softly, looking at my scars and fresh cuts.

"What the hell does it look like?" I yell.

"Wh-is-Why?" He stutters.

"Like you don't know. You made my life hell. What else am I suppose to do to get rid of the emotional pain you've given me for the past 7 years?" I ask.

"Be strong." He says.

"Yea. Its easier said than done. But just know, these" I point to my wrist "are because of you.

You made me miserable and I will always hate you for that." I say getting up and limping away.

It's painful but I manage to get home. That was really strange. He's never been concerned about me. Okay thats a lie. A long, long, time ago we use to be really close friends. But then popularity came into play and he ditched me. Then came the bullying. Now, he's made my life hell.

*4 years later*

That was the very last time I seen Zayn Malik. That was the very last day he bullied me. After that, nobody even bothered to bully or say anything to me. They never even glanced my way. Probably because Zayn was like their leader and they were like lost puppies without him. They didn't know what to do.

"Sky!" Katy brings me from my thoughts.

"Damn you zone-out a lot." She says.

"What do you even think about when you do that?" She asks curiously.

"Just stuff." I say.

She drops it and scrolls through her phone.

"Oh.My.God." She says as her mouth drops open.

"What?" I ask confused as hell.

"Freaking One Direction are in Bradford at this very moment!" She squeals as my heart
drops.

I never told anyone about Zayn ruining my life. He may be my enemy but I know that would
just ruin his figure and I'm not a bad person like he is.

"This is so exciting. Apparently Zayn brought the rest of them to meet his family and old friends. Dude. We should go to his house. It's only down the road from your place." She says in all seriousness.

Did I mention my best friend is obsessed with them?

Notes

Hey guys. So I decided to put up another story that I haven't put up anywhere else. I'm not sure if I like it. I honestly have a lot of stories I've written but haven't put up anywhere...So maybe I'll put up another different one later. I don't know...but here's this one. So, if you guys like it please vote and comment to let me know.