Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

Four Flashes (C.H)

YOUR POV

I dressed quickly, knowing that my neighbour would be at the door any second now.

As I wiggled into my skirt, I heard the knock that I had been expecting.

I smiled, grabbing my bag and raced down the stairs.

"I'm going mum. See you later," I called out to my mum in the kitchen.

"Bye sweetie. Have a good day," she called back.

I opened the door with such force to find my neighbour on the porch.

He grinned at me, handing me my daily croissant and picked up his bag.

I took a second to take him in, drinking in the sight of him.

His beard was finally coming into bloom, little speckles of dark hair dotting around his chin.

He wore the same uniform as every other boy in our school, but somehow he made it look less tacky.

His dark grey woollen jumper was tied around his waist and his white shirt clung nicely to his toned body.

The black trousers he wore were rather tight around his posterior and I always had a sneaky look when he led the way out of my garden.

"How did you sleep?" he asked politely as he munched on his croissant.

I quickly pulled my eyes away from his round, pert ass and looked up at him.

"Great," I replied. "You?"

"Yeah, me too," he chuckled. "Did you do the English homework?"

"I did," I nodded. "Let me guess, you didn't."

He shook his head with a cocky grin, shrugging his shoulders.

I wasn't surprised that he hadn't done his homework, he hardly ever did, unless I helped him.

"What did you write about?" he asked.

Our English homework had been to write a little poem, a little sonnet of our own.

We were reading Romeo & Juliet and our teacher wanted something that was similar to the writing standards.

The story could be our own, any plot line we wanted and he decided it could be either personal experience or pure fantasy.

"Just a typical romance story," I lied. "Nothing knew."

I brushed off his question hoping to god he didn't ask me to explain it further.

He didn't push it further and I thanked my lucky stars that I was able to avoid that situation.

"I'm pretty sure if he asks me to read any of it out, I can just make something up. Bullshit it all," he decided.

He was sure good at bullshitting his way through awkward situations, unlike me.

"I'm pretty sure you can make something up," I agreed.

As we continued to walk the long walk to school, he asked me about my other classes, my friends and of course, boys.

"So, there's not one boy you like?" he said, clearly shocked.

"No," I lied.

"Not even one that strikes your fancy, even a little," he thought.

"No," I lied again.

My lying skills were definitely improving since I met him.

"Wow, that sucks. There's got to be one guy that you're attracted to," he said.