That Boy // l.p. ||COMPLETED||

1.

Liam Payne.


The sound of my alarm ringing is what i wake up to every morning. Making sure to set it 2 hours before i need to be at school to make sure all my chours are done and that im properly prepared for the day. Completely getting dressed I walk downstairs to see no one is up yet. Frankly remembering mom had worked late for the past two weeks and dad is just sleeping in as usual. I grab my phone wondering if I have an plans for the day, besides doing all assignments and double checking mine and everyone else's work. Seeing as the guys would be here any minute I slip in my shoes making sure that everything is perfectly in order.

As I hear Louis' car out front I open the door and close it behind me before heading off towards the vehicle. As I pile into the back with Niall and Harry, as Zayn sits in the passenger side. The whole ride consist of them talking about some party an how excited they were. As Louis parked the car I got out, looking around the Parkin lot then I saw her. Her blonde hair in a high ponytail as her white shirt and pale blue skirt fit her body perfectly.

Harry walked by me pushing on my shoulder. "Talk to her mate, I promise she doesn't bite well unless you ask" he mutters.

I sigh as he walks over to her and talks to her. I stand back as they all communicate with the girl that is in my mind and thoughts every minute if everyday. Her laugh is heard as I guess Louis said something funny. I feel the presence of someone beside me, I looks over to see Zayn and Niall watching the whole thing along with me. Everyone's eyes dark to the entrance to the parking lot as someone pulls in. I watch Emma run over to the unknown vehicle. As the male gets out she wraps her arms around him. As their lips touch my thoughts are right, her boyfriend is here for the weekend.

"Come on Liam, you don't need to suffer" Niall speaks up pushing me into the school as I watch them lean into each other out if the corner of my eye.

Reaching my locker I feel in the pit of my stomach some guilt from not trying to talk to her but what would I say.

Oh hey Emma I'm Liam and I'm watch your every move from afar and guess what I'm in love with you.

I would get laughed at right in my face. She wouldn't even look at me, well it's not like she does now, I would be humiliated. Grabbing my history text book I close my locker and head to the class where I'm ignored and invisible. Walking in I walk to the back where I take a seat near a kid who I'm guessing is Joshua, all he does is drool as he sleeps. Copping down the notes and quickly doing the assignment gives me time to get my thoughts together. Bell finally rang dismissing all of us. Carefully putting my books in my bag before standing up from my seat. As I walk out of the classroom I adjust my plaid shirt before heading towards art.

Art was the only class I had with her and I loved every minute of it. The days where Mrs. Jamison was sick I would stench Emma's name multiply times on a piece of paper as I thought of her. She sat a couple of tables away from me. Her group was Joshua, the drool kid from history, her best friend Cassie and Jaymi. I was at the loner table full of pot heads or kids that just didn't pay attention. It didn't bother me, I wouldn't get judged or criticized. I looked at the ink on my arm knowing this stands out more than anything but it's me and I love everything about what I've gotten marked on my skin for life, it shows character.

"Class I want you to draw, draw something that has culminated your mind. Something unforgettable." Mrs. Jamison announces as she enters the room.

I don't even have to think twice as I get to work, the only thing that has been on my mind is Emma, it's always her. I look over at her table as she concentrates on her paper. Her eyes dark in my direction but I look away before giving her a chance of noticing me gazing at her beauty. As minutes pass I finished the main outline of my drawing, all I need to do is add detail. As I begin the bell rings dismissing everyone once again. I sigh to myself as I grab the paper stuffing it in my bag before walking out of the classroom.



Emma Johns.


I had this feeling of someone starring at me durning class. But looking up I notice no one looking in my direction. As the bell rings everyone is soon out the door. I wait for everyone to leave, so I don't get pushed in the crowded hallways. As I make my way towards the door I notice a piece of paper lying on the ground. Bending down I pick up, admitting the amazing work that is printed on this paper. I'm amazed at the beauty of it, as well as it looks familiar. Flipping the paper over I notice my name frankly written in different fonts and directions.

Is this drawing of me?

It couldn't be the person that has peaked someone's interest is beautiful. Walking down the hallway I keeping admiring the artwork in my hands, I don't see things like this often. Maybe once in awhile when Harry's friend Zayn shows me his drawings but this has love behind it. The love for someone, but who?

"Is that you Em?" Cassie asks me as she finally finds me.

"Do you think so?"

"The light sketch looks to be you, it would have been better if he added detail." She speaks up, starring at the picture as well as I continue to do.

Making our way in to Spanish we take a seat beside Louis and Harry. The class gets quiet as she greets us. I stay focused on the paper, not really listening. I feel Louis nudge my arm as he leans over his desk.

"What's that?" he asks being nosy.

"A drawing I found, Cas says it looks like me" I state as I look over at him.

"It does, it couldn't be Zayn he really doesn't draw people like that, but who ever did must admire you Em" he says batting his eyelashes at me.

Louis can be an ass sometimes but I've gotten use to it. Him and Harry are the only guys I talk to besides Luke. Luke being my boyfriend for a year now, I feel pretty proud of that. He comes every once in a blue moon to visit but when he does it's the best weekend of my life and luckily for him he came at the right time. So happy Chelsea is throwing a party tonight.

"Señorita Emma, answer the question?" Mr. Crawford speaks up bringing me out if my thought.

"Señor, I haven't been listening I'm sorry" I mumble.

"I know that's why I called on you, you need to know this for the exam next week" he snaps.

I nod my head, finally paying attention.