One Direction School Preference Series

17. Make Up

                 

Make Up

Liam

You could only stay angry at someone for so long before you just didn't care anymore. Sure, Liam had been a dick, sure he pissed you off. But you didn't have the personality that dictated you holding a grudge over anyone. But you weren't ever the one to crawl after others. As such, 3 days after your fight with Liam, you hadn't spoken with him.

You were giving yourself a weekend away from him, with the hope that he would have some time to himself. You weren't punishing him, no, Liam was just the kind of person who wished to be left alone when angry. He liked to reflect and think by himself.

Sure, you guys had a fight, sure he was being a real piece of work, but that didn't mean you were going to break up over it. As soon as you dealt with other pressing matters you would go up to his locker and talk with him about what happened. You would apologize for not being as understanding as you could have been. But first you had to deal with Derek. And that very devil was walking down the hall just now.

"Hey", A boy whined as Derek shoved his locker shut. "Why?"

"You're in my way Nathan." He sneered as he unlocked the locker next to the boys. "Scram."

You rolled your eyes wondering what had ever possessed you to like him. Wait that's right, it was that little materialistic demon called "Popularity". Derek was popular, you were somewhat popular, people "shipped" you. Yeah, that had been exactly it. You rolled your eyes at yourself.

You squared your shoulders and marched, delicately, up to Derek and softly shut his locker in the same manner he had shut Nathan's, but much nicer. You didn't wait submissively for his attention to turn to you, but instead flipped your first finger to be pointing right at his noise. You glared at him and stood as confidently as you could. "I'm so tired of you."

"Is that right, babe? Well I can make you tired all night loooooong." He chuckled and tapped his friend next to him in a, 'hey man, I'm so funny" gesture'.

"I'm tired of you always acting like I belong to you and taking it out on people I like. Our relationship sailed, and it's not coming back to this port ever. Got it?" You smiled and tapped his cheek in a mock slap. "Or I'll just have to do something crazy?"

Giggling you turned away and made your way towards the stairs to visit Liam's locker. While walking up the stairs you checked your email to see if you had gotten anything from your teachers and where surprised to see a bouquet of purple Hyacinths placed on top of your phone.

Looking up your eyes took in Liam rubbing the back of his neck, a red blush appearing on his cheeks as he bit his lip. "Purple hyacinths mean "I'm sorry, or Forgive me" in flower language." He looked adorably shy and uncomfortable with the situation.

Liam hoped that one sentence would properly explain what he wished to say. He was so nervous that he felt he would actually faint there on the stairs in front of everyone. But you were staring at him with the most peculiar expression, as if you were deep in thought. Deep in thought on if you should forgive him? He hoped not. He wanted you to forgive him easily, he wanted to know he hadn't mucked up the relationship. 

You took the Hyacinths from him and sniffed at them, the dainty scent traveling between you too. "Well I guess I should get you palm leaves."

He quit worrying his lip with his teeth to grace you with a beaming smile, knowing that palm leaves meant "Success", that he had succeeded in apologizing.

Louis

Essentially your fight with Louis was over. But yet, you weren't exactly back on the best of terms. Louis was in the dog house and he knew it. He was on your list and just because you had forgiven him it didn't mean that you were going to go straight back to how you been before. You were watching him in anticipation for him once again to use you as he had done at his house a few weeks ago.