Zayn's P.O.V

I look him up and down eyebrows furrowing to see him hunched over and eyes scrunched in pain.

"Liam!? Are you okay!?" I ask searching his face for anything as I stretch in my tiptoes. Liam groans slightly before standing up straight but not without wincing.

"Everything's fine baby, just ran into the wrong people at the wrong time and I paid for it. My rib hurts a little that's all" he says softly rubbing one of my shoulders with his large warm hands.

I cross my arms, he's not okay, why else would he make that face and hunch over? It certainly was not for fun.

"May I see?" I ask timidly so proud that I didn't stutter.

Liam raises an eyebrow but the agrees slightly limping as we venture off into the bathroom. To my surprise Liam, with no shame just lifts his shirt up then holding his arm above his head I finally get the guts to look at his muscular torso. Liam is a perfect specimen. Just saying.

An area on his ribs is a strong purple brown color. I make up the courage to reach over and brush it with my finger tips.

This is the second most intimate thing I have done. First being the incident in the closet.

"Liam.." I whisper softly. He puts his arm down wincing slightly before pulling his shirt back over his head. To be honest I wish he just kept it off.

"W-well you d-did t-the same t-to me" I squeaked out completely embarrassed by the way my voice sounds.

Liam cocks an eyebrow bringing his left arm up to rub the spot he was complaining about hurting.

"I'm afraid I don't know what your talking about" he chuckles lowly bringing chills up my arms. Should've brought a jacket.

"O-our um...c-closet" I couldn't finish the sentence without choking up and blushing profoundly.

Liam nods and steps closer.

"That's what a hickey does" he says like its the most obvious thing ever.

"W-well!! I didn't know that!" I hit his shoulder lightly before running out of the dirty bathroom to my class. Sad because I didn't even get to empty my bladder.

I made it to the classroom getting an odd look from my teacher but I shake it off and continue to work. A few minutes later Liam enters no pain on his face. He takes his seat next to me so I take the time to explain to him what we have been doing.

As usual liam preforms quite poorly his sketches but his thought holds potential. I grin as he sighs dropping his pencil and turning it in with a sigh. So art isn't his thing its usually no ones anyways.

"You know I hate this class right" liam leans into me resting his head on my shoulder in a chill way.

Me on the other hand is screaming on the inside because LIAM is laying his head on my shoulder.

"Y-yeah well, i-i like i-it" I shrug patting his head slightly before pushing his beautiful face away from my bony shoulder.

"Yeah well...I'm just want to amazed at how cute you are" liam says smirking as he looks me dead in the eyes.

I cough and look away my cheeks turning the bright red that they usually do when I'm around him.

"W-well I d-d-dont l-like f-b-boys" I don't say the actual curse word because I hate the way they sound.

But I have seen Liam around girls and boys he's a natural born flirter and I'm sure he is on the phone. Ashton warns me about these people and just Liam in general.

Liam frowns his eyes going darker before he crosses his arms sighing.

"So I like sex, go ahead kill me." He shrugs. I blush at the vulgar term.

"Not m-make l-love?" I ask recalling what my mom calls it after we had a very embarrassing talk about how babies are made.

Liam coughs his own cheeks tinted a pink color before he looks me straight in the eyes.

"Depends on the person" he says before quickly looking away. The bell rings before I can open my mouth to say anything else the bell rings and Liam disappears through the crowds of people before I can get to him.

*************

Ashton gave me a ride home, it was silent, peaceful like it should be. Even the boys in the back didn't say much except quiet chatter and when I left nothing changed, they silently rolled away after wards.

I lay on my bed grabbing my phone, being careful not to drop it on my face, I get on Tumblr. I sigh when I see all the pretty girls that blow up my feed. All with skinny, yet curvy body, and big butts and boobs. I bring my other hand to my chest and cringe as all I feel is flat. Sometimes, all you need to do is cry, cry to let things go, cry to keep going, cry to understand, sometimes you just need to cry....and I did, I cried over myself because I know I can't accept me for me. I don't think I ever will.

Whilst laying in my bed, sniffling into my pillow my phone buzzes. Its Kat asking to come over with Phoebe and I immediately respond with a yes. I get up and fix my slightly smudged makeup reapplying and smiling at myself in the mirror. Boobs don't make a person Zayn, you're still beautiful.

I hear the door open and I rush down stairs to hug my two new friends.

"Okay, show us to your palace fair princess we are doing your makeup"