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AU High School (Preference; all)

A/N: Alright, I decided to do something different. This is more like a preference than an Imagine, but since I haven't written anything in FOREVER, I thought I'd give you guys something. So, just in case something like this is posted again in this book, let's just broaden the horizon. This will be short stories/imagines/preferences/blurbs about the boys. Hope that's okay, I think I might change the title of this book so it doesn't say imagines, just to save confusion. :)

Anyways, THIS IS A PREFERENCE! Look them up on instagram and tumblr if you've never read any before. This is my pref, about the boys in High School. This is a sort of AU type deal btw. :) P.S. Niall's is the longest because I always get carried away with him. <33

         NOW LETS GET ON WITH IT.

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 Liam: He was that really smart, cute kid that you didn't pay much attention to, but boy, did he pay attention to you. Always jotting down notes, so you thought, in class. But really, it was just your name. Your name and everything about you put in different variations of songs and poems. There was even one purely about your laugh. Of course, you never knew this because whenever someone came in a five foot radius of him he'd quickly slam the notebook shut. You always found it suspicious, knowing he was hiding something. But never know that the something he was hiding, was you.

Zayn: He was that really artsy kid. Always doodling and drawing on desks; little did you know, you're all that's scribbled across his papers. He sat in the back corner of the art classroom he shared with you, always absorbed in his own assignment. Desperately wanting an up close look of you, so he could really get all the details of your beautiful face: the many different colors and patterns swirling in your irises, the depth of the curve along your nose, and the plumpness of your pink lips. You always noticed him. Acing all the class assignments, and working on his own. so you approached him once, "Hey! Zayn, right? You seem to be really good at this, mind helping me out a bit?" 

You couldn't help but notice the way he looked at your face, concentration taking over his features. Like he was taking a mental picture of you. Silently, he helped you draw the apples on display, before quickly going back to work on his own mater piece: you.

Harry: He was that all-star jock, participating in just about every sport you could possibly name. Strutting around in a leather Letterman jacket, always volunteering to do events and games at school, just so everyone in your entire class had to focus on him. Every game he would search the stands for you. Never fully satisfied until he came across your beaming face in the crowd, only then would he really give his full one hundred percent in the game. Seeing your face caused his lips to go up in a grin. Excited that maybe for a split second, your attention would be focused on him instead of the rest of the team. That's all he wanted, to be noticed by you.

Louis: He was that really popular kid. Everyone knew his name, and every girl wanted to be with him, or had been with him. But he didn't care, none of them mattered. Because none of those many girls had been you. Walking down the halls with his mates, his eyes would flicker across everyone's faces searching for yours. And once he did spot you, that's all he could see, although you barely noticed him. Your head always held down, trying to push through the sea of your peers you never really got along with. Louis would be failing his studies because you were the only thing that could occupy his mind for a period of time. He'd be thinking of how pretty you looked that day, or wondering what book you would always bury your head in, and what about it interested you so. Always wanting to know a thousand things about you, and always cursing himself at how he couldn't say two words in your direction. Sometimes he'd chuckle to himself at how his overconfident persona would turn to mush at the mercy of some quiet, insecure girl: you.

Niall: He was just your average kid. Had lots of friends, really likable, a bit of a class clown. But most of all, the part you never knew about, he was a silent observer. With the security of his friends, he'd talk to you, say lots of things to make you laugh, purely because your laugh  was his absolute favorite sound in the world. But without the confident boost from his friends, he'd just watch. Watch the steady rise and fall of your chest as you breathe, the flutter of your eyelashes against pale cheeks, the rippling fall of your hair against your shoulders. That was his favorite thing; to observe you. His desk a couple seats over and one row back, gave him a perfect view of you, but kept his secret hidden. He began to learn everything about you, or at least how you would behave in the certain moods you were in. He'd be able to tell when you were tired in how slow you would inhale and exhale, the droopiness in your eyes, and how they would become fixated on nothing in particular for a while. Or when you were happy, you would bounce your leg at a fast pace, then slow it down just for your own entertainment. You'd twirl your hair between your dainty little fingers, and hum aimlessly to yourself. But what really gave it way was when no one else was paying attention to you, a smile would flash across your face, but then vanish again before someone saw. When this would happen, Niall couldn't help but wonder if this giddiness was because of some other boy. And he couldn't help but become jealous that the boy making you smile wasn't him. You see, the only thing Niall loved more than your musical laugh and pretty smile, was you.

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a/n: so that's that! Hope you loved it, because I enjoyed writing this! And I'm actually really happy with it! Tell me which one was your favorite! And it doesn't have to be your favorite boy. BUT your favorite story! Like I said, I got carried away with Niall and kind of felt somewhat poetic about it. I like Niall and Louis' the best I think. SORRY FOR SUCH LONG AUTHORS NOTES LOL.

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   ~Alyssa :)