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Studying

A/N: I know this is early, but I loved seeing all the reads this has gotten (and the number of votes for our chapter), so I decided I would post another chapter for you guys. Enjoy

love you fellow Directioners <3

~Hanna

Liam: “Ugh,” you groan, pushing your books away from you and hitting your head against the desk. “It’s that bad, huh?” Liam asks, sitting on the edge of the desk. “Uh huh,” you grumble not bothering to bring your head back up, “I’ve got an anatomy test tomorrow and I don’t know any of the terms.” Liam brushes his fingers through your hair, a gesture that would normally bring comfort, but doesn’t help at all this time. “What am I going to do Li?” you ask, finally looking up from the desk. “I’ll tell you what,” he says, noticing the tears of frustration in your eyes, “I’ll help you. Give me your notes; I’ll quiz you until you know every single word, okay?” You nod and hand him the flash cards you made. “Okay,” you mumble. “Hey,” Liam says wiping the tears from your cheeks, “no tears. It will be okay, I promise.” You smile and he kisses your forehead before he starts quizzing you.

Harry: “Okay,” Harry says, “every time you get a question right, I’ll give you a kiss.” You nod, you needed some motivation to help you with studying, and this definitely seemed like the best way. He asks you the first question and you get it correct; as well as the second, third, and fourth. “Good job,” he smirks, giving you another peck, “are you sure you even need my help?” You frown. “Oh, I need your help,” you assure him. He asks you another and you get it wrong.  He folds his arms. “Did you get it wrong, just so I’d stick around and help?” he asks in mock seriousness. You widen your eyes innocently, “What? Me? Never.” He chuckles and kisses you again. “Not that I’m complaining or anything, but if you’re going to kiss me even when I get the questions wrong, I say we stop studying,” you smile, pushing your notes out of his hands.

Niall: You throw another grape in your mouth and look down at the textbook on your bed. “I’m gonna fail,” you mumble to yourself, unaware that Niall was standing behind you. “What?” he questions in disbelief. Startled, you nearly jump out of your skin. “Geez, you scared me to death,” you say, lightly punching his arm. He grins, “Sorry, but you’re a great student. What’s going on?” You shrug and gesture to your notebook and textbook. “History,” you say, like it’s an obvious answer, “I can’t remember this many names and dates.” He sits down on the other side of the bed taking your notes and the bag of grapes. “Hey, I was eating those,” you protest, trying to steal them back without success. “Not anymore. Here’s the deal,” he smiles popping a grape into his mouth, “I’ll give you a grape for every question you get right, ‘kay?” You sigh, but agree, hoping that having someone quiz you will help your memorization.

Louis: “Love?” Louis asks, walking down the stairs to find you still studying in the living room. “Yeah?” you reply, not looking up from your notes. He sits down beside you and gently pushes your hair behind your ear. “It’s late, don’t you think you should come to bed?” he glances at the clock, causing you to do the same. “Yeah, but I have a test tomorrow and I want to pass,” you explain, showing him your notes. “I’m sure you’ll do great,” he says, pulling your notebook from your hands. He glances at your notes and starts asking you questions, you’re actually surprised when you get them all correct. “See, I told you,” he smiles, giving them back to you, “now come to bed. It’s late and I need someone to snuggle with.” You hurry and put your stuff into your backpack, following Louis up to the bedroom.

Zayn: You gently push Zayn away when he tries to kiss you again. “Zayn,” you grumble, “I’m trying to study.” He gently nibbles on your ear. “Can’t you do that later?” he whispers, pushing one of your sleeves off your shoulder. “No, I’ve got a test tomorrow and I need to do well if I want to pass the class,” you explain as you fix your sleeve.  He sighs and leans back against the cushions of the couch. “Okay, okay. What class is it anyway?” he says, finally relenting. “English, it’s on symbolism,” you tell him, chewing on the eraser of your pencil. A habit you’d recently picked up. “Oh I’m good at English. Can I help you?” he asks, softly pulling the pencil out of your mouth. You grin sheepishly, knowing that it’s a bad habit. “That would be nice,” you say, moving the novel and your notes closer to him so he could see as well. It turned out that Zayn had read the book before, so he was a lot more help than you’d originally anticipated.