One Direction Imagines/Preferences

Preference 65. Detention buddies...

Niall: You stared at the door in front of you as you held the detention sip in your hand, sighing before you pulled the door open and walked in.

You had gotten detention for being late for the fifth time that week and the teachers didn't believe you when you explained why you were always late, so they gave you detention without calling your parents to confirm your story. So here you were, standing in front of the classroom and listening to the teacher name off what you shouldn't and couldn't do in detention. Once she was done, you nodded and went to your seat in the back of the classroom, looking out the window silently.

You heard the door open and looked to see the new kid looking at the teacher with a smug grin on his face. "You're late, Mr. Horan," the teacher said, staring at him as she/he took his slip. "Take a seat."

He nodded and walked to the back, sitting a feel seats away from you.

"Alright, I'll be back to check on you in an hour. No talking, no using your phones, and no leaving or you'll get another afternoon of detention," the teacher said before walking out of the classroom, closing the door behind her/him.

You looked back out the window and watched the clouds slowly move through the sky before you felt a paper ball hit you in the back of your head. You turned your head and looked in the direction the ball was thrown to see Niall looking at you with a smile. You bent down and picked up the crumbled piece of paper, opening it to see his somewhat neat handwriting. 'What did you get detention for?'

You smiled a bit and looked up at him, holding up the paper. "What are we; seven?" you asked, giggling as you crumbled the paper up and tossed it at him.

"Well, I figured you wouldn't speak since you seem like the type that would listen to what you're told," he said, chuckling.

"Yeah but if you listen to everything they tell you to do when they leave the room, time goes by slowly," you said, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. "So, why do you have detention? You just arrived here at the beginning of the week and already got in trouble?"

"No. I had detention back at my old school so when I moved, I had to do detention here to make up for it. Kind of stupid of you ask me," he explained, shrugging as he put his feet on the desk. "Why are you here?"

"Was late all week because my family is busy with a funeral since my (relative) died a few weeks ago," you said, sighing. "And the teachers think I was making it up so instead of calling to ask my parents, they gave me detention instead."

He chuckled and moved to sit next to you. "Sorry about the death but I'm glad I got to meet you," he said, smiling.

You giggled and grinned. "Same. Though the teacher will be back are you sure you wanna be changing seats?"

"So?"

Harry: You dropped your bag beside your seat before sitting down and putting your feet up on the desk with your arms crossed. You blew a bubble from you gum and popped it as you watched the teacher grade papers. You glanced to your left to see you boyfriend, Harry twirling his pencil between his fingers.

You grinned and pulled out a book and your phone, resting the book in your lap and open as you unlocked your phone, making sure it was on silent before texting Harry.

'Why did you get detention this time?"

You watched him as he slowly got his phone out, glancing at you with a smile, sending you a reply.

'Was late to homeroom all week. You?'

You looked over at the teacher, making sure he wasn't looking before sending him a reply.