Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

PART 3 - Leather Clad Bad Boy (A.I)

* Y/N stands for your name *

HIS POV

"Class dismissed," Mr Jones said, as the bell rang.

I scooped up my fedora, placing in on my head and put my glasses back on.

I grabbed my phone and shoved it into my back pocket.

I could feel her eyes on me the whole duration of that lesson.

But then again, every single person in this goddamn room had been watching me like I was some animal.

I sauntered out of the room, deciding that with the few minutes I had to spare until next lesson, I could go and find my locker.

I headed down the hallways I hadn't ventured down yet and checked each locker.

The eyes that watched my every movement were making me feel so on edge.

I wasn't even supposed to be here anymore.

Last year I was supposed to graduate.

I was supposed to be at college right now, with my friends.

I didn't belong here.

I felt my face heat up with anger, I felt my blood boil and I wanted to run.

I hated the treatment I got because of something in the past.

No one believed me, no one even really gave me the chance to explain.

A group of girls stood at the end of the hallway, in a circle, as they chatted quietly.

I knew almost immediately that they were discussing the incident and my new appearance.

"The fire though," one of them uttered, her eyes widening.

My teeth ground together, my jaw clenched as I came nearer, within better earshot.

"Yeah, in Chem. It was awful," one of them gasped.

I stopped beside them, the anger bubbling inside me.

"Want a take a fucking picture?" I hissed.

They gasped and began to back away.

"No?" I pressed, taking a step closer.

Their faces paled and they shook their heads vigourously.

"Didn't think so," I spat, stepping back.

I turned on my heel and stormed away, spinning around the corner.

I growled, my hands fisting up and I stomped with heavy feet down the one empty corridor.

My hand flew out without even thinking about it and slammed against a locker door.

I froze, as the pain shot up my arm and my head snapped up, looking at the damage.

My hand flew out again, slamming the locker door a couple more times, denting it and pulling it off its hinges.

"I didn't fucking do it!" I roared.

I was breathing heavily, as the words tore from my lips.

My eyes stared blankly ahead, not even caring about the damage I'd caused.

My hand was throbbing, the pain shooting up and down my arm just able to bare.

I shook out my arm and winced at the pain.

My knuckles were busted, the blood dripping down my fingers and dropping to the floor.

I had to withstand another year of this hell hole and pray that it didn't happen again.

"Whoa," a voice behind me gasped.

I looked behind me to see a boy, his hair down to his shoulders in loose curls.

His green eyes watch me, as he stands cautiously observing me.

He rocks on his heels, his heeled boots clanking against the floor.

His hands are deep in his floral printed jacket.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"I'm fine," I snap, hiding my hand behind my back.

"I think you need to see someone about that," he advises.

"I said I'm fine," I seethe.

He tuts and shakes his head as he walks over to me.

He reaches for my hand and pulls my arm free.

"It's okay. I won't tell anyone I saw this," he says, as he checks my busted knuckle.

"Thanks," I say, quietly.

He doesn't acknowledge my thanks and just backs up and turns, walking away.

"The nurses office is just down here," he says as he walks away.

I stay stood in the same spot and he looks over his shoulder.

His eyebrows furrow and he waves me over.

"Come on," he orders.

I sigh and slowly make my way over to him, following him to the nurses office.

"I'm Harry by the way," he says.

"Ashton," I reply.

"I know," he announces.

I halt in my steps and he must notice my uneasiness because he turns to me.

"I know you didn't do it. Louis isn't a nice person. He had his fair share of bullying me whilst he was here," he explained.

His lips pulled down into a frown and I tried to remember Harry, but I couldn't.

"I spent most of my time in the library. You won't remember me," he chuckled, reading my thoughts.

He turned and pointed to a door on the left.

"That's the nurses office," he explained.

I nodded and walked past him towards the door.

"I can wait for you if you'd like," he offered.

I opened my mouth to decline his offer.

But as I thought about it, I knew I could use a friend in this place.

And who better than a fellow victim of Louis Tomlinson's evil schemes.

We could be good for one another and help one another out.

I turned to him and he was watching me with expectant eyes.

"Sure," I replied.

He smiled a big smile and nodded.

I reached for the door handle and entered the room.

It smelt of disinfectant and soap, and my nose wrinkled, adjusting to the smell.

In the corner of the room were some blue plastic chairs, which I guessed were for waiting students.

I took a seat and crossed my legs, leaning back in the seat.

My first day hadn't gone well and I'd only been here for an hour.

I just hoped the rest of the day was at least a little better.

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