One Direction School Preference Series

8. He Sits With You (At Lunch, At a Game, Etc.)

He Sits With You (At Lunch, At a Game, Etc.)

Liam

You weren't one to sit alone at lunch but today you were in a bad mood. You could be the sweetest person on earth but when you got into a bad mood you were one of the scariest. People would always steer clear not wanting to be caught in the tornado that was your anger. So when you were in a bad mood you ate at lunch alone, not even your best friends daring to try and approach you.

Today had been rotten. First you'd been late for school, then you had stepped into a deep puddle, ruining your shoes and soaking the bottoms of your clothes, and later you had failed an important test. Today was not going well hence why you were in a bad mood.

"So umm, lunch food?" A brave soul stuttered sitting down across from you.

Mentally you pictured yourself breathing fire over the poor idiot, burning him into a nice crisp. You gritted your teeth and slowly looked up, finding that it was Liam sitting before you. "What do you want."

"Well you looked awfully lonely, and I thought maybe you might want a little company." He beamed at you, trying to be cheery but looking into his eyes you knew he was terrified. You couldn't exactly blame him, the last person who had approached you when you were in a bad mood had been torn a new one.

"Go away." You said with an air of disgust.

"Awe now come on (Y/N). You don't really want me to leave."

"No, I really do." You growled, fire shooting from your eyes. "Go away."

"No, I don't think so." He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms behind his head. "I like sitting here and talking to a grumpy you."

"Well I don't like looking at your face or hearing your voice for that matter." You scoffed rolling your eyes. "So if you're going to sit here, then keep your mouth shut. Because I don't want to hear anything your annoying voice has to say."

"Oh that really hurts." He whined sarcastically. "Don't lie, (Y/N). We both know that even though you are being pissy, you don't want me to leave. You like that I'm the only person who has enough balls to come up to you when you're in a rotten mood."

You hid your smile, not wanting Liam to know he was actually cheering you up a bit. "Oh you have balls?"

"Yep." He grinned, "Want to see them?" He winked and put his hands in his lap, acting like he was going to open his pants.

You shrugged, "Sure, let's see how big you really are. I've heard rumors that you're big but I want to see it with my own eyes."

He gulped as his cheeks flamed red. "I, uhh."

"Come on Mr. I Have Balls. Let's see your jewels." You teased looking straight at his package.

His hands slowly left his manhood as a smile widened across his lips. "Was that a smile I just saw? You're not as scary as you seem to think."

You half smiled evilly as people around you chattered away about Liam approaching you when you were so obviously in a bad mood, about how daring he was. "No, I'm scary, I'm the devil. Haven't you heard the rumors? Sweet as sunshine one day, breathing fire the next? Rumors are started for a reason Liam Payne. And the ones about me when I'm not in a pleasant mood are 100% true."

"I've never been one to follow rumors. So what ya' eating for lunch?" You couldn't help but smile widely. Who knew Liam Payne could put you into a good mood after you'd had a rotten day but then again rumors always said Liam was a miracle worker.