"How does she know who I am?"

I remember sleeping in the nurse's office one afternoon after getting socked in the face by Tomlinson. My God, that punch hurt like hell! I don't blame him.

In fact, it wasn't Tomlinson's fault at all. He was supposed to punch someone else—Liam Payne, a cute guy from my class.

Oh, shit! Did I say that?

Anyway, Tomlinson is this football player that admits he likes and is dating one of the boys from the Xavier Factor High School football team named Niall. [Niall Horan, I mean. To be honest, Niall is my best friend! I was surprised when I found out he was…inclined in that sense.] Tomlinson's main target for bullying is this skinny boy named Harry Styles (probably because Tomlinson caught Styles making out with one of his sisters, I'm not sure of this since nobody really bothered telling me what happened) and the second main target, or, on other words, the target when Styles isn't around, is Liam Payne.

Okay, you caught me. Liam Payne is the boy I'm in love with.

[If my mum and dad find out about me I am so dead!]

As I was saying, Tomlinson beats up Liam and I don't know why. I mean, if you think about it, why would an inclined (I don't use the three-letter 'g' word. It sounds too offensive) boy with a boyfriend bully an innocent boy?

ON WITH THE STORY:

I remember sleeping in the nurse's office but I don't remember waking up. The nest thing I remember is getting ready for school.

I was walking down the street on my way to school when I saw Liam about a block from me. He looked confused.

"Liam!" I called out.

"Oh, hi Zain," Liam replied.

Suddenly my pocket radio-slash-cassette player-slash-alarm clock alarmed and played a song from the radio. I turned the radio up a bit louder and noticed that the song was by Bon Jovi.

"I love this song!" I said.

I looked up at Liam and noticed him lip syncing along to the words.

"Pressure, pushing down on me
Pressing down on you…"

How does he know this song? I asked myself.

"It's the terror of knowing what this world is about—"

That was when I realized why my radio alarmed; first period starts in five minutes!

"I gotta go," I yell out. "Sorry!"

I ran quickly and I finally got to school with a minute to spare.

The minute I got to class I saw Niall sitting next to Tomlinson. Tomlinson had his arm around Niall. They were kissing. God, their public display of affection fills me with great envy. Oh, how I long to do that with somebody. *ahemliampayneahem*

"Mister Tomlinson," our homeroom teacher, Mister Higgins, said as he got in the classroom. "You are not allowed to kiss anybody of the same gender as you. Correction: you are not allowed to kiss anybody while it's my class."

I sat down next to a short girl—I think she's the exchange student from the Philippines. I didn't want to look like an idiot.

Tomlinson looked at the teacher. "I'm sorry, Mister Higgins, but the bell hasn't rung yet so—technically—we're not kissing during your class." He went back to locking lips with my best friend.

The entire class laughed at Mister Higgins—self included.

Finally, Tomlinson and Niall released their kiss and the school bell rang.

"Okay, students," Mister Higgins began. "Next week is the junior-senior prom. Tickets are being sold by the student council. Be sure to ask someone to go to prom with you; no date, no entry. Men are only allowed to bring women to prim. Are you listening to me, Tomlinson?"

I couldn't look at Tomlinson doing whatever it was he was doing. All I could see was Liam, Not caring about Tomlinson. Basically, he seemed like he didn't give a care about anything. He just appeared to be writing something in a notebook.

Oh Liam, I thought to myself. I'm gonna ask the living sh—wait. Guys can't ask guys?

If I couldn't ask Liam to prom, who could I ask?

Taylor Swift? "No," she said. I don't need you.

Cher Lloyd? "No," she said. I don't need you.

Cheryl Cole? "I'm the school's secretary and no," she said. Stupid idea.

Lottie Tomlinson? "I'm only in junior high and no," she said. Stupid idea.

Eleanor Calder? "Tomlinson asked me," she said. Tomlinson?

Danielle Peazer? "Liam Payne asked me," she said. I don't need you.

Sum—wait.

"Liam Payne asked me."

"Liam Payne asked me."

"LIAM PAYNE ASKED ME."

Liam asked Danielle Peazer. He asked Danielle "pregnant cheater" Peazer! For fuck's sake, she cheated on Liam with a guy from Amelia Richards High School and I heard she got pregnant with his baby! Oh my God, why Liam? Why Peazer?

Just as I was about to give up with my search I found the perfect candidate: Perrie Edwards.

Perrie was this girl with purple hair (that was spilled on with Kool Aid, so she claims), a chubby face covered in heavy makeup, and a fashion sense that was way too grunge for this century. {Author's Note: This story is meant to take place in the 1990's so imagine "The Parent Trap", "Perks of Being a Wallflower", and "Jumanji". Those take place in the 90's right?} She was a girl who didn't have a care in the world. She was single and didn't have plans to have a boyfriend.

If I ask her she wouldn't care but she'd say "yes"!

I approached her and asked her: "Wanna go to prom?"

Her answer was as I predicted: "Of course."

[Oh, I forgot to mention: the one I was about to ask—only because I started ranting about Danielle Cheater, I mean Peazer (everyone knows I meant "cheater")—Summer, an exchange student from the Philippines, was asked by Harry Styles to prom. Oh, and another thing: she was also asked by Nathan Sykes! She hadn't said 'yes' to either of them yet.]

The rest of the day was a blur. The last thing I remember is telling my parents that I was going to prom.

Prom night arrived quicker than I was expecting. Before I knew it I was surrounded by fancy tables and terrible lighting.

"Do you want to dance?" Perrie asked as she stood from her seat.

"No thanks," I tell her. I didn't want to dance.

"Okay," she said. "See you later, Zain." She finally left.

I sighed. "I feel like mold." I stood up and walked toward the punch bowl. I got a cup, poured whatever that red liquid in the bowl was into my cup, and walked back to my seat. As I sat down I noticed so many people on the dance floor.

I just noticed that I didn't describe how the prom looked like! Silly me.

Imagine a school gym with dim lights, trashy festoons, a disco ball, and a small stage set up in the midst of everything.

That was how Xavier Factor High School's prom looked like in 1999.

The band was playing this really old song and I kept asking myself: Why the hell is the band playing Careless Whisper?

The band consisted of a drummer—a guy in a higher batch named Josh Devine; a bassist—someone who was in the same batch as me, I just forgot the name; my best friend Niall as the guitarist; and Nathan Sykes as the lead singer. [I guess now we know who Summer took to prom.]

"I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm…"

Summer was dancing with Styles while Sykes was watching them with jealousy in his eyes.

Soon after, the song changed. It sounded familiar. It was the song that played when I talked with Liam!

"This song was requested by a secret admirer," Sykes said as he searched the room. He locked eyes with me and smiled. "Zain Malik, this is for you."

"Pressure, pushing down on me
Pressing down on you…"

I didn't have to hear the rest of the verse. I was in bliss. Someone actually dedicated a song to me! The only question was: who?

The second verse came and then the chorus. Then, after that, the most exciting thing happened: the bridge.

"'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word—,"

It was Liam singing. Liam was singing to me!

"And love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the light
And love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is ourselves under pressure…"

He was walking towards me. Oh my God, Liam Payne is not only singing to be. He is also approaching me!

"Under pressure."

There he was, right in front of me. He held out two tickets and smiled at me. "Would you like to watch the Bon Jovi concert with me this Friday?"

I was speechless. Don't blame me. What would you say if your biggest crush suddenly approaches to you while singing your favourite song while holding tickets to a concert you've been dying to go to since the history of history?

"Come with me Friday," he continued. "Don't say 'maybe'."

What else could I say besides "Yes, I would definitely watch Bon Jovi with you!"

Everyone cheered us on. That was amazing! It was a dream come true.

The only problem is that it didn't come true.

It was only just a dream.

"He doesn't know who I am
And he doesn't give a damn about me."