You and Zayn Malik, were both sixteen years old, and had been enemies for as long as you could both remember. You hated each other, and that was that. One day, you were walking down the hall, when you turned to walk down one of the quiet corridors, when you see Zayn curled up in a ball on the floor, leaning against the wall, clutching his stomach. He was covered in blood and had clearly been in a fight. His eyes were shut tight.