One Direction One Shots (boyxboy)

Detention {Narry}

SHORT

Detention. Most people fear it. Niall lives in it. He gets in trouble for things like swearing, talking during lessons, skipping class, smoking on school property, and getting into fights.

Small things.

But what happens when the innocent goody two shoes Harry Styles finds himself in detention for two weeks?
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~Harry's POV~

-DAY ONE-

I'm scared. I didn't mean to be late to class. I was just trying to pick up the books that were knocked out of my hands by some mean students. I've never ever been in trouble. I'm really scared.

Room 134

Yep, this is the room. I can only imagine what kind of troublemakers are behind this door. I slowly open the door. Surprisingly, there were only a few people in the room, but no advisor. I put my bag on the floor and take the seat closest to the door. After a few long minutes of trying to avoid eye contact with everyone who was staring at me, the advisor walks in.

"Sit down. No talking. No phones. You can work on homework. Blah blah blah you all know the rules." He says with a very bored tone. I reach down and take out my maths binder. I start working on the homework while ignoring the feeling of being stared at and tuning out the whispers. Thirty minutes pass. "I'll be back in like ten or fifteen minutes, I'm not sure; maybe twenty. Just be quiet and try not to kill each other, alright? Alright." And with that, the advisory leaves the room. I find that it's harder to ignore everyone and everything now. What, with their loud voices, loud music, and throwing random things across the room. And let's not push aside the fact that one of them has sat across from me and pushed my books away from me. Rude.

"Hey, newbie, nice flower crown. What's your name?" I looked up at the boy talking to me. He had brown hair with the tips dyed blonde, a lip piercing, both ears pierced, and a lot of tattoos.

"Harry."

"I'm Niall. So what are you in for?"

"I was late for English." I replied. I placed my elbows on the table and rested my chin on my hands. I wasn't afraid to openly flirt with this cute lad in front of me. "How about you?" I asked. He chuckled halfheartedly.

"What am I not here for?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm always in detention. It's come to the point where I don't even bother to get the slip from my teachers. I just come here."

"That's sad." I pout. "But at least we'll be able to see each other for the next two weeks." I grin at him.

"How the f-ck did you get detention for two weeks from being late to class?" He is completely ignoring my flirting and it's kind of frustrating me.

"My teacher hates me."

"How could anyone hate you, princess?" I blush at the nickname. Maybe he isn't ignoring my flirting after all.

"Princess?" I question. He just winks at me in response. "She hates me because I'm smarter than her."

"My teachers hate me because I swear at them, so we're kinda like the same person."

"Niall, I'm pretty sure there is a huge difference between us." I laugh. I move my books back in front of me. "Now, if you'll excuse me."

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-DAY TWO-

"He has piercings, and tattoos, and-"

"You have tattoos."

"Okay, but he also has that accent. Oh my god his accent." I gushed about Niall to my best friend Louis. "I can't even believe I have a crush on him. He seems like such a bad boy."

"Wait. You said his name was Niall, right? As in Niall Horan?" Louis asks.

"I guess so." I shrug.

"Harry, he's no good. He just hooks up with people for sex and then dumps them like trash. He's using you."

"Really? But he was so nice to me yesterday."

"That's how he leads you on."

"Wow okay. Thanks for the heads up, I guess." I turn and walk to the detention room. I open the door and sit in the same seat as yesterday day, but this time, Niall was there waiting for me.

"Hey, princess." He greets me as I sit.

"Hi." I take my books out of my backpack and start working. I feel him staring at me so I glance up at him. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, actually, you can help me. You can tell me why you're ignoring me." I put my pen down and really look at him.

"Why do you care?" I ask. Yeah, it's a harsh question, but I tried to ask it as soft as possible.

"Well... I don't know." He sighs. "We were flirting a lot yesterday and I just... well I think I like you." He reaches across the table and grabs my hand. "You're cute. I want to know if the personality matches the person."

"For someone who looks so bad, you seem so nice." He squeezes my hand. "But I've heard some things about you."

"Like what?"

"You use people for sex." I say quietly.

"I... yeah. I have. But you're... well you're different, Harry. You're special. I genuinely like you. It's a feeling I've never felt before, and, honestly, it's scaring the f-ck out of me."

"I want to believe you, Niall. Help me believe." He laces our fingers together and nods.

"Go on a date with me. Tomorrow. If you don't believe that I'm serious about this, I'll leave you alone. Deal?"

"Deal." I smile. "Can I get back to my work now?"

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~DAY SIX~

"What the f-ck, Harry!?" Niall exclaims when I walk into the room. The causes everyone in the room to look at me. I was really hoping he would forget.

"I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? You let some guy take your phone and text me saying that you hate me and you never want to see me again and you're sorry? You're going to have to do better than that."

"I was drunk. I wasn't paying attention to my phone; I was more focused on the spinning room than what my friend was doing. I didn't even know what happened until the next morning. I'm really really sorry, Niall."

"I don't know if I can forgive you. Believe me when I say this, I was crying. And I never cry. Ever."

"How can I make it up to you?" He shrugs. I sigh, stand up, walk around the table, and sit down next to him. "Look at me." He does. I cup his jaw and lean in and press my lips against his.

"F-ck, Harry." He mumbles against my lips and he kisses back. I pull away when Niall tries to pry my lips open with his tongue. "Princess." He whines.

"So you forgive me?" I question. He nods eagerly. "Good." I kiss him again.

I'm glad I got detention.