"Secret Detention"

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Ao3 // not mine

I miss the boys & im sooooOoooOOoooo boredddd :(
But double update oi oi

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Niall absolutely despises history class. Like, literally hates it. It's the worst if you asked him, except for one thing—the teacher. Liam James Payne, fresh out of college and incredibly good looking with his sweet brown eyes and his bright white smile and his fuzzy buzz cut and his muscles and his tattoos. He's gorgeous, an Adonis among mere mortals and okay see, Niall is this bored with history. Liam, or Mr. Payne rather, is the only thing that makes it interesting. He's got a way of giving them the facts and telling the stories that gives it all excitement, makes them want to listen and to know what happens next because Liam's just so animated and enthusiastic about it that it's hard not to. Like right now, he's explaining something about the Reformation in Europe and it sounded boring as hell when Niall first walked into class, but now that he's listening to it he's intrigued and Liam's voice is like cashmere as he speaks and Niall wants to know every fact in the world is he can have Liam say it to him.

This particular history class is exciting as well because Niall's got a little prank set up for the annoying girl that sits in the very front row, center seat. Her name is Sarah and she's so stuck up and self-absorbed and she thinks she knows it all and Niall can't stand her one bit, much like the rest of the school. After every class Sarah shuffles around to "gather her things" for five stupid minutes when everyone knows she's just trying to get Mr. Payne's attention in her short little skirts and tight t-shirts, so Niall's going to set it up so that after everyone else is out, the classic bucket of water will tip over and drench her dumb outfit. It'll be brilliant and no one will be around to see it except Niall so he won't even get in trouble for it because if there's one thing Sarah won't do it's tell on someone. She's not a snitch, not even when Niall put a stink bomb in her car. She'll get pissed for a day and then laugh about it tomorrow.

The bell rings and Niall smirks to himself, nodding at his best friend Harry because he's the only person Niall trusts with the knowledge of pranks beforehand. Harry shakes his head with a tiny smile, filing out of the classroom with everyone else. Niall comes out last of everyone except Sarah, who is of course flirtatiously picking things up off the floor with Mr. Payne erases the white board surrounding his smartboard projector, dutifully ignoring her. Niall stifles a chuckle and scurries out, shutting the door behind him quietly so neither of them notices. He's quick to set it all up—the string, the bucket, the water. It doesn't take long to do and before he knows it he's waiting just to the left of the door, leaning on the lockers across the hallway to watch it unfold. Not a minute later the door to the classroom opens and down goes the bucket, spilling at least a gallon of water all over the floor and Sarah. Except the shriek of surprise comes from a deeper voice, like cashmere. Shit.

Niall scrambles over to find a soaked Liam Payne standing in the doorway, looking a lot like a pissed off cat in a bathtub, and Sarah standing a few feet behind him, still in the classroom. Liam looks up angrily at Niall, water dripping down his face and seeping through his white dress shirt, showing off his chiseled physique and momentarily distracting Niall from the crisis at hand.

"Mr. Horan, this was your doing I presume?" Mr. Payne questions, quirking an eyebrow accusingly.

Niall flounders for a moment before he gets his bearings. "M-Mr. Payne, I am so sorry, I didn't mean that for you I swear, I-"

Sarah cuts him off with a loud scoff, stomping past the two of them before turning her head to glare at Niall. "Childish."

Niall rolls his eyes at her, putting his attention back on Liam after she walks away. "Mr. Payne, please, I'll pay for dry cleaning and I'll clean up the mess myself and I'll do whatever you want just please, please don't give me detention. Please."

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