Love Me (a One Direction/5sos Punk fanfic)

Chapter 2

This can't be good.



There, in front of me was....




A boy. A boy with suspenders, thick, black rimmed glasses, a beige vest and brown dress pants. But not just was he standing there, he looked terrible.




His glasses were being held together by a thin piece of cheap white scotch tape. His mouth had a small cut with blood gushing out, and it was starting to get swollen. Really bad. His clothes were covered in dirt and blood. A small bruise was beginning to form on his left eye.



I quickly race over to him. He's leaning on the lockers with his head in hung low, probably avoiding eye contact with me. Or Calum. Or maybe both of us.



"Omigod.. Are you alright!?" I quickly ask.



Of coarse not Chain, he looks like hell. You fucking idiot.



He takes his eyes off the floor and looks at me. His face looks even worse up close.




He smiles at me weakly, then looks at Calum.




His eyes widen and he takes a few steps to his left and returns his gaze to the floor. He nods eagerly and starts to walk away. I watch him til he's out of my sight and turn around to look at Calum.



I take a few steps towards Calum before I hear his name being called multiple times.




I turn around and see about eight or nine boys heading towards us. They all have leather jackets on with either sweats or jeans on.



Who the fuck would wear sweats on the first motherfucking day of school?



"Calum, buddy!" One says as he gets closer to us. He has a lip piercing on the left side of his lip. He has blue eyes and his blond hair is in a quiff. Holy fuck, he's attractive.



I study the other boys, and notice they're all attractive. One had piercing blue eyes with his hair (which was obviously bleached before) also in a quiff. Every ones hair was in a quiff, or a quiff like style. All except two.



One of the two; had pink hair, which weirdly suited him. It was messy, but sexy.



The second one, had brown curly locks with beautiful green orbs.



Two guys had brown eyes with facial hair. They looked like Calvin Klein models.



The guy with pink hair, and another one with a deep dimple had green like eyes.



The last one was short,(but taller than me) had blue eyes, and great facial features.




"Hey guys" Calum says cheerfully.




I could see in the corner if my eye, the lip piercing guy is staring intensely at me. Maybe he thinks I look like a toad. I chuckle to myself and get a worried look from Calum. I think I'm fucking hilarious, okay.




"We just saw that wimp Marcel running from this way. Did you..." The pink haired guy trails off, gesturing to the way, Marcel I guess his name is, went.



"No , no. You?" He asks. It doesn't even sound like he's asking, more like stating it.



"Nope" pinky says(I decided to give him a nickname) popping the 'p'.



"Hey"



I swiftly turn around to see the curly one smiling at me. Ha, more like smirking. He looks kinda familiar...



"Uh, hi" I reply shyly.



"What's your name, love?" He sakes while his green eyes stare into my brown ones.



"Her name is Chain." Calum states, taking a step beside me and wraps his arm around my waist.



Um.. K.




"You can call me C.J." I say.




Cal looks at gives me a questioning look but I ignore it.



"Well, C.J, my name is Harald Styles, but do call me Harry." He says and grabs my hand and places a soft kiss on the back go my hand.



With all his polite actions and talking, he could pass for the queens grandson or something. Despite his tattoos and piercing, of course.



I giggle and Calum's grip on my waist tightens.




He gives Harry a look that looks like 'dude, fuck off'. Harry puts up his hands in surrender and takes one step back.



The short dude began to say something until the bell rings. I don't know if that's the warning bell or the real deal.




The boys wave at Calum and me. Most of them winking at me before turning around. I take out my schedule from my bag, unfold it and take a quick glance at it.



"What class you got?" Calum asks as he keeps his arm snaked around my waist. I kinda like it.. It that weird?




"History" I sigh. It's my worst class, I fail every test I take.



"Ahh, tough luck, butter-cup." He says and stands in front of me.



lol, that's funny.




I giggle and he continues to talk.




"I've got English." He says and I nod.




He gives me an awkward bro hug and turns and walks away. I stare at him until he's no more in my sight.




I smile and look at the highlighted paper the lady gave me earlier this morning.




I follow the routes and just as I walk into the classroom, a bell rings.




I guess the other one was a warning bell.




I take a seat in the second last row and examine the class room.




There are eight rows of desks, with another eight lined up side by side.



In the corner of the room is a circle table, with a map taped to it, with various things written on it. I can't see from here, but I know that it's stuff like 'if you read this you're gay' or 'history sucks!!', just basic stuff like that.




Dozens of students stampede into the room, but only one catches my eyes.



Marcel, I think his name was, enters. He changed since I saw him. Only like, ten minutes ago. He's wearing a burgundies sweatshirt with black dress pant and some dark brown dress shoes.



He makes his way to the front of the class, without taking his eyes off the floor. Before I can control my actions, I'm making my way over to the empty seat beside him.




"Hey, Marcel, isn't it? I'm Chain, but call me C.J." I say, stretching put my hand for him to shake.



"Uh, y-yes. Its Marcel, h-hi." He stutter. He shifts uncomfortably in his chair.



Awe, I'm making him nervous.







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A/N:



Hey! I'm sorry I took so long to update, but I was busy with things such as youth groups after school and homework. I'm sorry 😩



But hey, at least I updated!


And i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! So I will try to update every few days. Maybe even every night, but the chapters might be short, sorry :-(



Anyways, authors note aren't my type of things, soo, I won't be doing them to much. And if I do they will be short, unless it's important of course.



I will update tomorrow night after the twitcam with the boys.


Well, I'll try, anyway.



Goodbye!