You and Zayn Malik were both sixteen, in year eleven at school, and had hated each other since little children. Zayn was popular, and was known as the schools ‘bad boy’. You were a popular boy, too. You got into a fight every other day. But today, some lad in your year had cornered you in a quiet corridor, and punched you. He then got his other mates to jump you, and you did well fighting back, but you were really bloodied up. You sat with your eyes shut as you leaned against the wall on the floor, clothes and face covered in blood. You could barely move without it feeling like your ribs were going to impale you, so you didn’t.