The Naughty Chronicals

Chapter 1

"Hello, Mr Tomlinson. I am the headmaster of this fine establishment. Have a seat please." I propelled my body onto the oh-so-inviting chair with a heavy sigh.

Mr. Douchebag messed with some papers, glancing at me briefly before tapping open some files on his Apple desktop. If I had to gander anything about this school already was that it was filthy rich, I'd only seen the corridor so far and this office. I sighed as he began signing some papers with a fancy ball point pen, engraved with most likely his name.

"Okay, this here is a contract that we ask all students who are uh, who come here. Read over it, then sign at the bottom please." He slid the paper towards me and handed me a pen which I didn't take, he laid it down on the desk instead. At the top of the paper was the name of the school 'Reindhart's Academy' and underneath it my eyes nearly bugged out of my head.

"This is a boys school?!" I nearly choked on the air as I gasped it into my throat.

"Yes Mr. Tomlinson. We are a refinery for troubled young men like yourself, we excell and at graduation we present outstanding individuals who have high marks in excellence." He said calmy, almost smirking like he'd probably heard that from every guy who's sat in my position.

I glanced through the contract, not understanding exactly why I had to sign a contract but I assumed it was because I had to listen and what not. Like that'll happen, I wasn't a complete twat I tried to be respectful my mom just couldn't handle me always getting into trouble. She loved me enough to send me away to get better, at least that is what she told me and here I sit. But I was angry I was here, I was defenitely not okay with there not being any girls here and for a year I had to do this.

I looked up at the guy and smirked sarcastically, "Do I really need to read this shit?"

He folded his hands together and laid them on his desk, "I'd advise it, yes. However if you don't wish to read it and sign it, I cannot stop you from doing so."

I nodded, scribbled my name on the dotted line and shoved it at him. "Right then..." He neatly put the paper into a folder with my name on it and I knew it'd be three times that size after I left.

"So where's my dorm or whatever." I sat forward, resting my elbows on my knees. I honestly just wanted to sleep, I hoped the bed was decent.

He motioned over my shoulder and I followed his gaze to an amazon of a kid, he was thin and he strode over to us with such grace, almost like he was floating and I rolled my eyes. "Hello Mr. Styles." The man greeted the amazon, "This is Mr. Tomlinson, he is yours now."

I glanced between them without moving my head, what does he mean by that. "Hello, M' Harry." He smiled warmly down at me and I rolled my eyes hard. I looked at the man, whom I have no interest in knowing so much as his name and leaned my head forward. "What's this?"

"This is Harry, you will be staying with him. He will be with you a majority of the days you spend here at Reinhardt. He can help you with anything you need, also-"

I cut him off, not caring about how rude I was being. "No, I was told we stayed in private bedrooms. Not a room with a group of guys."

Harry smirked, "You will have your own bedroom. It's just in my home."

I felt my face scrunch up in disapproval, "No way. No. I don't know him, i'm not just going to live in his house. No."

The man raised the contract I just signed, "You just signed this, I advised you to read it Louis. You chose not to."

I snatched it from him and read through the dashes, things I was expected to do.

-I understand that I am expected to be respectful to everyone that is put in my path towards a better life.