Zayn's P.O.V

I follow Ashton to Math giggling because the look on Liam's face earlier on was priceless. Ashton rolls his eyes killing my buzz a bit but I still smile regardless.

I sit next to Ashton again and pull out my phone, this class will be easy since I took this last year but since Ashton is in a lower level I have to stick with him. I occupy myself with my phone going to my contacts and texting Liam.

*hey this is Zayn btw! Ash gave me your number..

I type and then send deciding to hit up Instagram and post a previous mirror selfie of me this morning. I'm quite proud of my outfit today, I like the way it makes me look.

"Hey Ash what time is lunch?" I ask leaning against his shoulder because the desks are pretty close.

"I think after this hour whenever that is Zee" he pats my head being careful not to mess up my hair.

Kids fill up the classroom and I shrink back in my seat looking at the sight of this one kid. Who has mullets nowadays? I shake it off and pull out my lavender sketch pad, because lavender and black are my favorite colors and grab a soft graphite pencil.

Sketching to myself and not in anyone else's business I over hear mullet and his friends.

"See the little twink over there?" I hear one say.

"Yeah I bet he likes it hard" I furrow my eyebrows. What is a twink? And what do I want hard? I shake my head and ignore the teacher talking.

The hour goes by fast and soon enough Ashton is grabbing me by the wrist and tugging me into the large lunchroom. There's a table in the corner where I spot the familiar tattooed boys so I race to it sitting down making sure I maintain my posture.

"G-guys?" I twiddle my fingers thinking back to Mr. Mullet guy and his friends. They all look at me nodding for me to continue most of them eyebrows raised with mouthfuls of food.

"W-what i-i-is a t-t-twink?" I ask biting my lip. Right as the words leave my mouth Ashton begins to choke on a fry he stole from Niall. I pause and blush looking down at my feet.

"Why?" Harry croaks out looking at me utterly confused. I don't like when people stare at me for a long time so I start to bite my lip harder.

"J-just this o-one k-k-kid today s-said he t-thought I w-was o-one and s-said I b-bet he wants it h-ard what d-does t-that even m-mean?" I ask a stuttering mess my face is no doubt probably as red a fucking tomato.

Liam is now cracking his knuckles rather violently.

"So what did this kid look like baby?" Right as Liam calls me that I can't move and I feel even more embarrassed.

Am I supposed to know what that means? They probably think I'm stupid now great.

I open my mouth to speak but I can't. I just look around the lunch room and point with a shaky finger to the mullet guy. Liam stands up dusting off his black jeans and starts stomping over there only to be grabbed and held back by Ashton and Luke.

What the fuck is happening. I'm getting overwhelmed. My head is pounding from the loud roar of the cafeteria so without one thought I bolt out running as fast as I can to anywhere but there. Stress is a killer for me.

I find the school library and step in quietly but no one seems to be inside. It's big, two floors by the looks of it with stairways leading up to the second floor. It feels much like I'm beauty, but I don't think I will ever obtain a beast by the way that I am. A stuttering, blubbery mess.

I take a shaky breath in and take a seat at the second floor in the back. Its calm in here and no one is bugging me so I can just sit through this anxiety.

I put in my ear buds and close my eyes leaning back in the purple chair letting Lana Del Rey sooth me.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and I see Liam standing over me. Gosh he's tall.

I shrink back into the chair which makes his eyes soften. He crouches down so he can get closer to my height.

"Didn't mean to scare you back there baby" he whispers softly. I gulp and fiddle with the end of my dress again.

"J-just o-overwhelmed" I gasp out feeling the bumps of my chest bones. He's so attractive.

"I get that well can I sit here?" He gestures to the floor in front of my chair. Unable to speak I just nod. He sits down grabbing my feet and putting them in his lap.

I squeak and tuck my dress in under my legs so he doesn't get a view of my panties. (And yes I wear girl panties)

He plays with the laces and drums on the toe part of the boot then snaps at the sock peeking out of the top. Just his movements and touches have calmed me down but at the same time rile me up.

I cough a bit shivering slightly along with squeezing my thighs together. God I'm such a spazz. Liam chuckles and draws his hands away cracking his knuckles again.

I can't help but flinch because basically anything Liam does is terrifying and not okay for my health. I'm sure within the next 24 hours if he bites his lip I will spontaneously combust.

"Lunch is almost over" he says sitting back propping himself up with his hands. Liam is so different. I can't really explain it he is just all these different things.

"O-okay" I stand up stepping back immediately so he doesn't get a sneak peak of my lavender colored lace. Liam grunts and pushes himself up, his muscles bulging through his white rolled up tee shirt. I gulp again.

I have a strong feeling that Liam will be the death of me.