One Direction One-Shots (Requests Accepted)

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(Harry's P.O.V)

"Hey Harry." A girl from my father's class giggled at me as she twirled her blonde hair between her fingertips.

"Oh I'm sorry, I don't think I remember your name." I lied, I knew her name. I knew the names of all of the kids in all of my father's classes. I was his assistant of sorts. I didn't train with the other students. I did all of my training at night after my father closes the dojo. I trained alone. As I am already a black belt I just practiced my degrees.

I just helped the students who needed a little extra. New student, I'm on it. Even if an adult needs help no one is afraid to ask. The Styles Taekwondo dojo was nice, at least I think so. But I mostly just walk around the room, evaluating everyone and seeing who is and who is not ready to test and compete. I yell the order if the entire class is doing a warm-up.

"Taylor." She said flirtatiously.

"And what is it you need Taylor?" I asked politely. I ignored her attempts and pushed them aside.

"My back and hip hurt from the side kick exercise." She pouted. I almost rolled my eyes. Most of all the girls and even a few boys have taken a liking to me. But the difference between the boys and the girls was this. The boys didn't pretend to have pain or issues to get me to rub my hands on their bodies. Oh, yeah, that's another thing I do. Massages to help ease the pain of workouts/training that is to much too soon on the muscles. Taylor here was a purple belt. Sidekicks, unless done wrong, never hurt someone below green belt. And from what I've seen she's been fine in sidekicks, not a limp all class.

"I'd love to help you but I have to do one-on-one with James. He's having a little trouble with forward kicks." I said simply, she frowned. "But don't worry." I scanned the class for a second. "Malik!" I yelled, the raven haired boy looked at me before bowing to his sparring partner.

"Yes Sir?" He asked. I smiled warmly.

"Just Harry Zayn, my father is Sir. Not a master yet." I patted his back as he chuckled slightly. "Taylor is having problems with her hips and back. Do you mind? James and I need to work on our heels."

Zayn nodded before walking Taylor, who looked revolted, towards the end of the mat. I nodded at my father who was sparring with Zayn's previous partner, Liam.

"James." I walked up to him, he blushed lightly at the sight of me. James is one of the boys crushing on me.

"H-Hey Sir." He stuttered nervously.

"Just Harry." I smiled as I clapped my hands together. "Shall he work on your side kick?" He nodded before taking a forward stance in front of me. "Remember, pivot on the ball of your foot." I reminded. He nodded before raising his hands up to his face. "Show me a sidekick."

He shifted his weight from foot to foot before he chambered his leg. He pivoted his left foot before he right foot flew through the air. His heel stuck out and stopped about a foot from my body.

"Hold." I said before he could re-chamber his leg. He nodded as he stayed put. His leg wobbled slightly, his pinkie toe wiggling as he struggled to keep his toes back and his leg straight. I stood in front of him. I grabbed his foot and angled his toes, cuneiforms bone and metatarsals bone more towards the ground. I stepped away, his muscles quivered under his gee. "Chamber." I said and he quickly re-chamber his leg. He let out a sigh of relief. "Again."

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"See you for dinner Harry." My father closed the door as he waved. I closed the curtain on the window wall and turned on the lights. I faced the mirror in front of me and got to work.