One Direction School Preference Series

2. You Share a Class (Harry Sort Of)

You Share a Class (Harry Sort Of)

Liam

As the first day of school went by your last class period came along, a subject you were very much interested in, Psychology. Your books fell to the ground as a large form slammed into your back. "I am so sorry (Y/N)," Liam gushed as he bent down and picked up your books.

"Hi Liam," you smiled taking your books from him.

"Do you have psychology this period?" He asked pulling you off to the side so that people could pass into the room.

"Well I was just walking into the room before your clumsy butt tripped me so yes, I do have this class." You teased.

His cheeks flushed a deep adorable shade of pink and you mentally "awed" at his cuteness. The vice president might have blossomed into something completely gorgeous over summer but that shy cute boy was still in there somewhere.

"Good, I was worried I wouldn't know anyone in class." He took your books again and walked into the class. "Let's sit by each other." He pulled out your chair and you silently giggled at the fact that he really wasn't giving you much choice in the matter of your seating arrangements. "But wait, you probably don't want to sit next to me." He frowned looking over at your friends that were beckoning you over to sit with them.

"No, no, I'd love to sit with you. Who knows if we have a hard test I could cheat off you." You winked and sat down next to him.

Louis

"This year we will be preforming the Disney Tangled." You drama teacher Mr. Cone announced with a strong dramatic tone. "It's a timeless tale of Rapunzel with a twist."

Your ears perked up when he started talking about your favorite movie being the school production. You slowly shut the lid on your laptop focusing more in on your teachers words.

Your eyes flittered to the left as a paper airplane flew past you. You looked in the direction it had come and found Louis Tomlinson splayed across the auditorium seat, pulling out another piece of paper. He glared at you and scrunched up his face in a sneer. Rolling your eyes you gave your attention back to Mr. Cone.

Another paper air plane flew across your line of vision. You picked it up and flew it back over at him. "Knock it off!" You hissed.

He pursed his lips and smirked reaching into his bag and pulling out the black and white football. He tossed it in the air and as it came back down you snatched it up. "Pay attention to Mr. Cone" Again he sneered and rudely grabbed his ball back. You bit your bottom lip and huffing spun back in your seat. This was going to be a long year if you had to deal with him.

Zayn

Your heels clicked against the school floors as you rushed down the hall to your next class. Your last class of English had been held back by the teacher because Zayn Malik got into an argument with the teacher and as a punishment he held you all back.

Your short legs struggled to make it to Art before the bell rang and lucky for you your body made it through the door just seconds before the bell rang. Your sigh of relief turned into a groan as Zayn Malik slid in right after you. "Hey Cupcake." He nodded at you with a smirk before going to sit down in the back of the class.

Pursing your lips you realized in dismay that you're almost being late to class had made it so that you didn't get your pick of the seats. The class was completely filled with only one seat left open. A seat next to Zayn Malik.

"Fabulous." You muttered as you made your way over there.

"Hi again Cupcake." Zayn whispered to you as you sat down. "This is going to be such a fun class. You, me, just the two of us alone back here." His voice held a tone that promised nothing but seduction.

"Great." You fake smiled at him. "Maybe you could teach me how to paint a tattoo."

"Maybe you could teach me how to paint your phone number?" He winked making you roll your eyes and look to the front of the class where the teacher was speaking. If you had to deal with Zayn Malik in back to back classes you just might go crazy.

Harry

You sat on the risers in the Choir room going through Twitter as you waited for the teacher to come into the class. Everyone around was speaking animatedly about how much fun they had over the summer. A body stumbled to the floor in front of you as Louis Tomlinson and his best friend Niall Horan wrestled in front of you.

Ignoring them you continued to read through your favorite bands tweets. It was then that the two fighting boys landed on you that you became fed up with their shenanigans. "Guys!" You complained to the two boys that you were friends with. "I'm trying to look at Andy Biersack's tweets and you two are distracting me."

"Oh no! (Y/N) can't concentrate on her love!" Niall hysterically cried falling into Louis arms.

"What ever will she do? If she's prevented from stalking him he may never know of her deep obsession!" Louis whimpered.

"Oh ha ha ha." You muttered sarcastically moving away from them with your phone so that you could continue on twitter.

"Miss (Y/L/N)! There is a strict no cell phone rule." You were stunned to look up and see the same rude driver that had parked in front of you now standing before you. He took your phone from your hands and slipped it into his back pocket. "I will be turning in your phone to the Mr. Anders who will drop it off at the office where you can pick it up at the end of the day."

He is such a dick! You hated him. Completely hated him. Anyone who took your phone on the first day of school gave you a justified reason to hate him. And sadly you would have to hate him for the rest of the year, because there was no way that you would drop choir.

Niall

"Do she got da booty?" You whispered in your best friend Niall's ear as you walked into your last of many classes of the day together, Family Sciences.

"She do!" He answered in a terrible accent. You both broke down into giggles at the fact that you were talking about the teacher's monstrous ass.

"Ah Niall Horan, (Y/F/N) it's so nice to see you two again. I hope your summer was great." The teacher tutted to you two. "Please take a seat...far, far away from my desk. I don't want a repeat of Foods Class." You and Niall shared eye contact and broke into laughter again at the memory of the exploding cheese incident last year. It was rumored to have taken the janitors a month to clean up all the cheese, it had taken you about a week to clean it out of your hair for goodness sake. And the way Niall told the story was that the cheese had permanently dyed his hair blonde.

"Let's sit right in front of her desk." Niall pulled you over to said desks and you both sat down beaming over at the teacher. This was going to be an adventure and hell for the poor teacher.