Scholatsic Business

Welcome To My Class

*Niall's POV*

I woke up to my mom ripping the blankets from my half naked body. "Niall James! You are going to be late, and on your first day too! Get up! C'mon now." She persists as I roll over onto my side and press a pillow over my ears in an attempt to block out some of the noise. That was soon ripped away from me too. "Ugh, I'm up mum, I'm up." I groan, my voice think with sleep. I yawn and blink open my blue eyes, stretching enormously.

For awhile, I don't move, just stare at the ceiling above my head and working enough courage up to actually go through with it all. It had taken me years to reach the top of the social latter back in Ireland, now I was here, and I only had a year left. How was I gonna do it? I had no clue. I sit up slowly and groan once more, placing my head in my hands. "C'mon Niall. Be a man!" I mutter, standing up and walking to the shower with determination.

I let the warm water soothe me as it ran over my body. I took this extra time to think off my game plan. I only had a very short time to become popular, so I would have to get into the right crowd, fast. And that wasn't always easy. Maybe I would have to resort to desperate measures. Like dating the schools top cheerleader.

I shuttered at the thought. Makeup and slutty clothes have never done anything for me. But abs and a nice ass, yummy. I decided that no matter how desperate I was, I wouldn't resort to dating a girl. Ew. If all else failed, I would just turn the captain of the football team gay. I've done it before. I mean, who wouldn't want a piece of this?

I shivered as the warm water turned cold and I quickly got out. Placing a towel firmly around my waist, I examined my closet. I needed to look perfect. Deciding on a pair of blue skinny jeans and my 'Skool Sucks' shirt, I quickly shrugged them on and did my hair. I stopped by the mirror and checked my reflection. Oh yeah. I looked hot.

Rushing down the stairs, I run into the kitchen to find a mile of food spread out before me. My dad was already at the table, sipping some coffee and looking over a news paper. When he saw me, he gave me a small smile and beckoned me to the table. "Niall! Come eat, you have a long day ahead of you." He said, handing me a plate and

Pouring some orange juice. I didn't need to be told twice. I ate about half the food at the table, only shrugging when my mother chastised me about how I was 'going to become 800 pounds'.

I glance over at the clock, great. It's time to go. I give my mum and quick kiss, saying bye to my dad, and grabbing my backpack and waiting down at the bus stop. Ugh. Even in Ireland, I hated buses. That still hadn't changed. "Hey mate. Your that new kid, yeah?" A british accent drawls out from behind me, and I turn around.

Holy shit. This man was a god. High cheekbones, glimmering green eyes, and a mop of messy curls over his head. I smirked, I think I found my new plaything for this year. "That would be me, yes." I calmly answer calmly, reaching over to shake his hand, holding on a bit longer then necessary and watching the slight flush that spreads over his face. Perfect.

"I'm Niall." I introduce, smiling. He smiles back, pushing his hair up off his face. "I'm Harry, Harry Styles." He retorts, ramming his hands on his pockets and rocking back onto his heels. "It's nice to meet you Harry." I flirt, stepping a bit closer to the taller lad. He flushes again.

Oh yeah, this is going to be fun.

"Hello, My name is Mr. Cowell, and I'm your principal. Nice to meet you Mr...." He trails off,

Looking at me expectantly. "Horan." I finish for him, shaking his hand. He nods and waves his hand dismissively. "Ah yes, Mr.Horan. Well, your first period is Art History. Get on to it." He orders, pushing me gently down the hall.

"Yes sir." I agree, heading in the direction he had sent me in. Where the hell was I going? I had no idea. "Niall!" I hear a voice call behind me and I smirk slightly. Harry comes running up behind me, panting slightly. "Ya lost?" He breathes, smiling cheekily. I smile back, nodding my head. "What's your first?" He asks, taking my schedule from my hands.

"Art History." I say, grabbing the paper from his hands but leaving my hands on his. This time he doesn't shy away, no. He instead steps closer to me and wraps an arm around my waist. "Same as me babe. Lucky us." He drawls in my ear, and I shiver slightly at the tone of his voice.

I hadn't even noticed we had been walking until we had stepped inside of a classroom, all eyes on us. I smirked and kept close contact with Harry, scanning the room and making eye contact with a few daring students. "Mr. Styles, who is this?" A voice demands from the front of the room. I glance up, and almost loose my breath.

I had thought Harry was a

God, but this man surpassed him in every way. A strong jaw, dark piercing ebony eyes, and midnight black hair styled into a quiff.

Oh, Niall like. Niall like very much.

When neither of us answered, he just rolled his eyes. "Ah, you must be the new boy. Mr. Horan is it? Well, do me a favor. Sit down!" He forcefully demanded, and I felt my knees shake as I quickly complied. What the hell? I never followed anyone's orders! So why was it that I automatically followed his?

He gave a slight smirk, almost as if he knew my thoughts. I swear I saw something flash in his eyes, but just as quickly as it was there, it was gone. He walks over to my desk, leaning his hands down on it and coming eye to eye with me. "I am Mr. Malik, and this is Art History. Welcome To My Class Mr. Horan. I'm sure we'll have fun." He smirks with a wicked grin.

I gulp. Uh-oh.

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The tables have turned on Niall! Dun dun dun dun!

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