Drawing the Line // louis tomlinson [hold]

One- Mr. Tomlinson (sneak peek)

One- Mr. Tomlinson (sneak peek)

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I tap my pencil impatiently between my fingers against the wooden desk as I wait for our art assignment to be announced. I earn a few dirty looks from people for my bothersome tapping, but as usual, I don't really care. I'm cooped up in a classroom with eighteen other people for an hour everyday, five days a week, I will tap my pencil as much as I please.

Besides, pestering others with my pencil tapping is the least of my problems. The real issue here, is what I'm going to have to deal with for the next few weeks. For most girls, this is probably a gift sent from the music god, but for me, this is possibly the worst possible thing to happen.

Our collage has made. . .plans of sorts. Plans that involve dividing a certain popular British boy band and placing each one in five different classes so they can get a halfway normal college experience. Since naturally, along with their fame, they didn't get to finish school.

Fuck you management.

I'm not like every other nineteen year old girl that spends their life with their eyes glued to a screen of sorts. I'm more into the whole books and creativity theme, not the fangirl and blogs area. That has just never been my department, so of course something like this would Happen. And of course, that special band member I was forced to share a classroom with is none other than the self righteous asshole, Louis Tomlinson himself.

You'd think that the geniuses who put this whole ordeal together would at least put the supposed "artistic" one in art. Zayn, I think. But of course, that's just a little bit too much to ask.

I didn't exactly hate one direction, but I didn't exactly like them either. I had nothing against the boys, actually, I had less than nothing against them. Except for Louis. I guess you could say I'm anti-conceited boy band members, and Louis Tomlinson was just that. I may even be open to being a fan, but Louis slammed that door shut a long time ago, and it's not reopening any time soon.

I mean, they seemed like your typical pretty-faced Boyband and maybe it was just a bit cliché for my taste, but I never was that attracted to them, to be honest. Well, I kind of liked the blonde one. Niall, I think I heard some girls talking about him one time. His laugh is nice, and he's pretty cute overall. So, maybe I'll make a few exceptions for Niall.

And, it just so happens that the famous Mr. Tomlinson was sitting two rows behind me. What luck? Thankfully, we didn't have too many fangirls in art, so I could count that as a luck bonus. If there are even bonuses in this situation.

"Okay, everyone," Mr. Beck, our art teacher, speaks up.

I take my pencil between my teeth and narrow my eyes in concentration, ready to absorb every word of our new assignment. It should be more spectacular than usual, considering we had an out-of-the-box thinker for a teacher, and this Is a huge project for all of us.

"Your project needs to be, brilliant, and different," his tone is dripping with a thick English accent and enthusiasm, as usual. "It needs to be extraordinary."

My mind immediately starts buzzing, thinking of ways I can make this project more special than the last one, which was nearly impossible considering the definition of 'extraordinary' could mean anything with Mr. Beck. Luckily, out-of-the-box teachers and out-of-the-box students go hand in hand, and I know I can make this work. Somehow.

"Now, I'll give you time to think, just brainstorm," Mr. Beck reclines in his chair, closing his eyes as if he's entering a world of pure thought. I can practically see the ideas bouncing around his brain, eventually turning them into something great, like Mr. Beck always does.

After a few minuets of my very own deep thinking, I get an idea. A brilliant one, at that. I scribble down my address- I refused to get a dorm- on a scrap of paper and rise from my seat slowly, careful not to disrupt the flow of idea with the metal legs scraping the concrete floors. I smile, reveling in my idea. Now this, was a work of art in itself, sheer brilliance.

I turn, and I see him, in all his godliness-note sarcasm-Louis Tomlinson, smirking right up at me. I fight the urge to say something rude and sit back down, instead, I walk to his desk, where his smirk grows more intense as I get closer. I crush the piece of paper in my hand, fighting the disgusted feeling in the pit of my stomach. This was for the project, and the project only.

"Hello there, love." He says as if he thinks I'll melt upon hearing his voice. Better think again, Tomlinson. "What brings you over to little Louis here."

"Art." I answer simply.

"Aw, I'm flattered." He holds a hand over his heart, like he's touched by my word. I ignore his comment and continue with my proposal.

"I was just wondering if you'd be so kind to be a part of my project," I say sarcastically.

"Oh, will I be doing nudes?" He asks. "It'll be best if I get you acquainted with Louis Jr. In advanced."

"Don't hold your breath." I smile my fakest smile, my voice laced with a whole bunch of different things ranging from annoyance, disgust, and amusement. "Just come to this address after classes." I drop the small slip of paper on his desk, his eyes following the crumpled slip as it falls.

"Alright then, eager I see." He smirks. "I'll be there."

"Good." I say and turn on my heels, dropping back down in my seat.

I don't know what I may or may not have just gotten myself into, all I know is that it's different, and I'm not one to back down to a challenge. Especially if that challenge is Louis Tomlinson.

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This isn't really a real chapter, I just wanted to get a feel for the story and I really love it!! This is just to get the story flowing for now and to give you guys a little to keep your selfs busy with until the story really starts going, lol.