got lightning in a bottle || n.h au

six

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English was a bore, what with Mr Bert lecturing us on the importance of Shakespeare in the 21st century and how we should invest in good literature instead of getting secret tattoos and going to malls just to chill there and not contribute to society in any way.

Don't get me wrong, I see the relevance of Shakespeare's stories in these modern times and I love literature. I mean I'd rather stay in and read a Dean Koontz novel with a steaming cup of hot chocolate on my right than go out and party. I honestly do get what he's talking about.

The only reason I'm complaining, however, is because this is the sixth time he's giving us this talk. And that's only this week.

The second period, also known as science, sucked ass. Plain and simple. I swear the only time I enjoy this subject is when we get to perform experiments and get chemicals to react with each other to produce cool rainbow coloured explosions and such. Other than that, I really couldn't be bothered. Someone please remind me why I even chose it again?

Third period, was Math. Well folks, I guess it's time for my daily "Daydreaming about Niall" session *insert the catchy jingle I made up just for this* !

And with that, I looked out the window and allowed myself to get lost in a land of cerulean eyes, loud musical laughs and just all things Niall.

When the bell rang, signalling the end of the third period and the start of lunch, I couldn't get out that class fast enough. I swear the teacher hadn't even dismissed us yet, but I was already halfway out the door. Luckily it wasn't my geography teacher. He's one of those "the bell doesn't dismiss you, I dismiss you" type of teachers.

I really hope that this isn't how the rest of my day is gonna go, because if it is, I want out!

I made a beeline straight to my locker, almost slipping on the recently waxed floor. Luckily no one was there to see it. At least I hope nobody was there.

I shoved the books I was done with into my locker, and switched them for the ones I'd need for the next four periods. As I was about to close my locker, a pair of incredibly warm and large hands covered my eyes.

I totally didn't jump about five feet into the air. Nope.

The person behind me chuckled, his breath lightly tickling my neck.

"Guess who" the voice whispered.

I'd know that voice anywhere. If I didn't, for some reason, know who it was by now, then my accelerating heart rate and buckling knees would point me in the right direction.

Niall.

"Oh my gosh Santa!? Is that you??"

"Try again" he whispered again, this time closer to my ear than I anticipated. It was like electricity shooting down my spine.

I covered his hands with mine, pretending to try and feel who they belonged to. My finger tips lightly skidded across his hands, gently grazing his knuckles and then moving up, over his wrist. I could've sworn I felt his breath hitch. Must be my imagination.

I moved my fingers back down and covered his hands with mine one last time before letting them drop against my sides.

"Louis?" I shrugged.

"You're terrible at this" he huffed, obviously falling for my little game.

I could almost hear the pout in his voice and I couldn't help but chuckle. He's really too precious.

"Nialler. You realize I knew it was you from the second you spoke right? And if you had somehow disguised it, your smell would do the trick" I smiled, shaking my head.