[A/N: The title song is from a Disney Channel original movie. So you're guessing a movie title instead of an artist. You know how this works. And this is dedicated to @mrenderman111 for Jon McLaughlin, who sings Beautiful Disaster.]

I don't remember too much. Just the pain. And a familiar face - one wreathed in brown curls. Harry.

Was he beating me up? No...no, that was Andy and his friend, Mark. I know that. So what was Harry doing there?

He saved me. The other one - the loud boy with brown fringe and blue eyes, he jumped on Mark. And Harry took out Andy.

Why would they do that? Why do they care?

I almost gave away the "Niall-can-talk-but-doesn't" secret when I whispered "See you around, Harry" after he brought me my book. He stared at me all period so I'm positive that he must have heard me. Because other than that, there's no reason to stare at a worthless piece of trash such as myself.

I open my eyes, but all I can see is bright light, with vague, blurry shadows moving around infront of me, occasionally blotting out the light. I can feel someone's fingers playing with my hair. "Niall? Nialler, are you awake?" That's Zayn's voice. I'm on the verge of opening my mouth to say something when another voice chimes in. Deeper, slower, and with a different accent than Zayn's. Harry.

"I hope he's gonna be okay..."

"Don't worry about it. Liam is on his way home now, and he's planning on going into medicine so he should know what to do. Personally, I think he has a mild concussion or something," Zayn asnwers.

i open my eyes all the way, slowly taking in the scene around me. Zay is hovering over me with a worried expression. The other kid, the one with the light brown hair and bright blue eyes, is staring at Zayn with an expression close to reverance. And Harry is sitting next to me, gently running his fingers through my hair.

I lock eyes with Zayn, and he exclaims, "Nialler! How are you feeling, buddy?"

Harry stops carding through my hair, and I frown, reaching for his hands and pulling them back to my head. I nuzzle my head slightly into his warm, gentle fingers massaging my scalp.

Loud bangs sound from downstairs, and I can tell that it's Liam hammering on the front door. Weakly I sign the four letters in Liam's name to Zayn. He turns around to the brown-haired boy, who quickly averts his eyes and acts like he wasn't staring.

"Can you get that? It's Liam, he's our friend and he lives here too.

The brown-haired boy nods and darts out of my room. He comes running back followed by a worried Liam. "Niall! What happened? Are you alright? Who did this to you - was it one of them?" He eyes Harry and Other Guy suspiciously.

I quickly shake my head, then wince at the nasty feeling it gives me. I sign the words, They saved me. Ask the name of the one with brown hair who keeps staring at Zayn?

"Hey, you! With the brown hair. No, not you, Curls, you. What's your
name?" Liam asks suspiciously.

"Louis Tomlinson," he says, looking a little afraid. I'd be afraid too; Liam might be small, but he has muscles.

"I'm Liam, and that's Zayn," Liam says, jerking a thing in Zayn's direction.

"I know who that is," Louis murmurs. He looks love-struck.

I think he has a crush on you, Zayn, I sign, drawing attention back to me.

"What did he say?" Harry asks. He seems genuinely interested to know what I'm talking about.

Don't tell him what I just said! I gesture hurriedly, seeing Liam open his mouth. Ask him what happened, I want to know.

"He wants to know what happened," Liam translates. It's usually him who does it, because he's better at sign language than Zayn.

"Well, we found you under the bleachers being beat up by Andy after football practice. We drove them off and got Zayn to come and help us take you home," Harry says simply.

Tell them I say thank you for saving my life, I motion.

"He says thank you for saving his life," Zayn cuts in. Liam gives him an annoyed glare but, oddly, says nothing.

"You're welcome," Harry says. "And it anyone pushes you around again, just tell me and Lou, alright? We're your friends now, we'll help keep you safe."

"Right!" Louis chimes in. "Besides," he adds, puffing his chest out proudly, "I know kung fu, karate, and forty-seven other dangerous words."

Everyone else laughs, and I smile widely. But the most dangerous words come from Harry, the last one to leave the room.

"I know you can talk, Niall, I could've sworn I heard you say something after I dropped off your books. And I intend to find out."

[A/N 2: Oh to the snap!]