One Direction Preferences Part 2

You're the new girl in school

You're the new girl in school

LIAM:  Walking into the building on your first day at your new school, it feels like the butterflies in your stomach are on overdrive.  “We’ve assigned a student to show you around and get you settled; he should be down here any minute,” the overly-chipper secretary informs you.  Within seconds, Liam Payne opens the door to the office and the secretary is introducing him as your guide.  “Hi,” he greets through a wide grin that looks even more adorable in person.  “Hi,” you try to say, but it comes out more like a whisper.  “I’ll show you to your locker first so you can put your things away, and then we can go from there?” he asks, motioning towards your backpack and coat.  “Yeah, sure, that sounds great.”  He leads the way out of the office and down the hall.  You make sure to stay a step or two behind him so he won’t catch you staring.  After your quick tour, Liam brings you to your first class.  Before parting ways he says, “I noticed we’ll have lunch at the same time today, so if you want, I can meet you at your last morning class and we can have lunch together,” he offers.  You smile and nod, graciously accepting his offer.  “Yeah, I’d love that.  Thanks.”  He flashes you one last smile before turning and heading off to his own class, and it takes everything in your power to contain your inner fangirl.

HARRY:  As you navigate your way through the unfamiliar halls, you can’t help noticing the gaggle of girls gathered and giggling as you turn the corner.  After a second you hear a very deep and familiar voice ring out saying, “I don’t know if I’m even going to homecoming yet, I haven’t really thought much about it.  But I appreciate all the offers.”  You find your locker, just past the group of people, and watch as the girls start to disperse, leaving a lone Harry Styles standing by the windows.  “Hi there,” he says, and it’s then that you realize you’d been staring.  You quickly turn away, blushing, and begin fumbling with your lock.  “Need a hand?” he asks with an amused chuckle.  “I’ve got it, thanks,” you reply, still struggling.  “If you say so,” he jokes, flashing you a smile and revealing those dimples you never thought you’d see in person.  “I’m Harry, by the way,” he introduces himself once you’ve finally managed to get your locker open.  “I know,” you tell him.  “Mind telling me your name?  Because I don’t know as much about you as you seem to know about me,” he teases, laughing lightly.  “Oh, right, sorry.  I’m [Y/N],” you tell him before grabbing your history textbook from the pile in your arms and dumping the rest into your locker.  “Is history your first class?  Maybe we have it together,” he mentions, taking your schedule to check.  And that’s how you end up sitting next to Harry Styles in history all year.

LOUIS:   The bell had rung and your teacher had begun the English class.  A couple of minutes into class, you notice a very familiar guy sneaking into the room.  It only takes a second for you to realize that guy is none other than Louis Tomlinson.  He chooses his timing very carefully, slithering in while the teacher’s back is turned.  He throws himself to the ground and begins crawling behind desks so as not to be noticed by the teacher.  He tmakes sure to do a couple 007-esque rolls for good measure, putting you and your classmates into a fit of laughter.  He slides into his seat across the room just as the teacher turns around.  “What’s going on?  Oh, Louis, when did you come in?” she questions.  “I’ve been here, ma’am,” he lies convincingly, managing to avoid getting detention for being late.  “Oh…I guess I just didn’t see you there,” your teacher mutters before returning to the lesson.  You try your best to focus and ignore the fact that Louis is sitting in the desk right next to yours, but it’s not going so well.  You keep stealing glances at him out of the corner of your eyes.  When you finally manage to concentrate, you’re disturbed by something being stuck in your ear.  You bat it away and turn to see Louis looking at you, holding a pen.  “You’re new,” he whispers.  “Thanks for the update,” you reply sarcastically with a smile.  “Do you always go around sticking pens in people’s ears?” you inquire.  “Nah, that’s special for you,” he jokes.  And from that moment forward, you and Louis continue to talk in class daily and get to become friends.

NIALL:  Sitting alone at lunch, you pick at the food in front of you, not having much of an appetite.  You hate being the new girl and not having any friends, but with the amount that you move around due to your dad’s job, you’d grown used to the lonely feeling.  “You gonna eat that?” a male voice asks as his plastic tray hits the table and he takes a seat next to you.  “Uh, no,” you reply, pushing your tray towards him.  “I’m Niall,” he introduces before picking at your fries.  It’s not until he says his name that you realize who he is.  Oh my God, Niall Horan is eating my lunch! you inwardly freak out.  “I’m [Y/N],” you say, trying to remain calm.  “You’re new around here, huh?  How do you like the place so far?” he strikes up a conversation.  “It’s alright - better now that someone is actually talking to me,” you mention appreciatively.  “Hey, anyone who lets me eat their food is a friend of mine,” he jokes.  “Ah, so the truth comes out; you just wanted my fries,” you kid back.  “That, and you looked like you could use someone to talk to,” he informs you earnestly.  “What’s your schedule look like for the rest of the afternoon?” he inquires, changing the subject to lighten the mood and get you to talk.  You spend the rest of lunch having the most casual conversation with Niall and feeling like he’s genuinely interested in what you have to say.  It comes as no surprise when he tracks you down the following day too.

ZAYN:  You turn a corner, entering a secluded hallway in search of some solitude during lunch.  You figure since you’ll be eating alone anyways, you might as well be truly alone and not amidst gawking eyes.  You can hear someone singing quietly at the end of the hall, and for a second you contemplate finding somewhere else to go, but you don’t want to waste any more time doing that.  You carry on, and the singing stops when you are spotted.  “I thought I was the only one who comes here during lunch,” a teasing voice calls out as the person comes into view.  Zayn Malik.  In the flesh.  “I, uh, sorry,” you mutter, turning to leave.  “It’s alright.  Feel free to join me.  I just like to take a little break from the chaos of school every once in a while,” he informs you, patting the spot on the floor next to him.  “So what brings you here?” he asks.  “I didn’t really feel like eating by myself in the middle of the cafeteria,” you tell him, opening your bottle of water and taking a sip.  “Being the new girl blows,” you mumble as you pull the bottle away from your lips.  “Well, you’re always welcome to join me for lunch here,” Zayn invites.  “Thanks.  You know, you’re the first person to talk to me all day,” you mention.  “And that would be why I eat here.  I don’t care to be in their company any more than I have to,” he explains, referring to your classmates.  The rest of your lunch is filled with more talking and laughter than you’d imagined there would be.