Harry's POV
When we take our seats the other students start to talk again. People keep eying us as we talk to Claire, who is now eating her sandwich.
Eyes off us, fellow pupils. I mentally tell them.
"Hey Claire can I-" Niall starts off.
"Niall you don't have to keep asking, I'll make one for you everyday if you want." She gives the other half of her sandwhich to him. His eyes light up as he takes it from her hands, examining it.
"You don't have to," he says taking a bite out of his half.
"Well I don't want to see you starve everyday," she says. Wow, she's really caring.
"That would be really great," he smiles as he finishes his sandwich. The noise in the lunch room increases as more people pile in. Our strangely comfortable table is disturbed by two people, deciding to sit down with us.
"Hey guys," Logan greets us. Why is he near us?
Claire is on the opposite side of him-well, she's sitting next to me-as she shifts her eyes towards him, narrowing her vision.
"Why are you here?" Louis says, clearly annoyed by their presence.
"We can't hang out with you guys?" Matt speaks, his annoying smirk on his face.
"No, you're not our friends," Zayn says. Claire's hands shift to her lap as I see them shaking visibly. I place my hands on hers, gently squeezing them so she calms down. It seems to work when her hands stop shaking, a sigh released from her lips.
"So?" Matt raises an eyebrow at him intimidatingly, which causes Zayn to tense up as he clenches his jaw.
"Well," Matt chuckles, "I liked that show you put on Claire," he taps the table and she looks up. "But I didn't like the ending. I was hoping that we cou-"
"No," I flatly say. Logan and Matt exchange looks before speaking.
"Okay we'll cut you a deal," Matt keeps f.ucking speaking. Doesn't he know when to shut up? "Let Claire have one date with Logan and we'll leave you guys alone." He says. Who the f.uck does he think he his?
"No," all the boys, including me, say altogether.
"You don't have a say in this, it's her choice right?" Matt smirks as Logan stares at Claire. I clench my jaw, knowing that he's right. I don't have a say in this, it's her choice.
Claire's POV
Why are they here? Ugh they're so annoying and rude. And Matt expects me to make a 'deal' with Logan? Now they're just plain stupid.
"No," I tell them, shaking my head slighty. They both sigh, but Logan is still staring at me.
"Can you stop staring at me?" I roll my eyes at him.
"I'm sorry. I just can't help myself when I stare at the most prettiest girl at school." Logan smiles, trying to charm me, but I can't help it when I scoff at his words.
"Yeah, sure 'prettiest girl', I'm sure you say that to the other girls you've fucked and left," I spat, the grip on my hands are tightened by Harry's hands, making me calm again. Logan's eyes widen at my language but I don't budge.
"No I'm not like that," he says, his face softening. Lies.
"Well I would love to talk more about this but lunch is over," I say, in a quite b.itchy tone. On queue the bell rings as I smirk and stand. The boys and I walk out of the room, forgetting about Logan and Matt.
Niall's POV
We walk in the classroom and take our usual seats in the back, with Claire following us. The teacher walks in the room and begins to hand out worksheets. Yay.
"You don't have to finish this today, it'll keep you busy for the rest of the week," he says as he walks back to the front of the room and sits at his desk.
I stare down at the packet, thinking wether or not to do it today. I look over at the boys and they're already on the second page.
"If you finish early then you can have free time," the teacher adds on as he types.
Earning some motivation, I take out a pencil and begin to write and read through the pages.
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The bell rings as I snap out of my work montage. Putting the packet in my backpack, I head out towards my next class.
Zayn and Louis went to go change their books while the rest of us walk in the last class of the day. Thank god. We sit down while the teacher talks about what we're going to do.
"Okay so it's almost the end of the school year," she starts off. The class murmurs as she speaks again. "So I'm not going to give you any quizzes or tests." We all smile at her decision.
"But you guys will do work in my class," she says as she hands out the worksheets to the student. The class doesn't groan, it's just silence. I begin doing my work, hardly hearing Zayn and Louis come in the class and sit with us.
"Do you know what the answer is for question five?" Harry whispers to me.
"It's B." I tell him as he thanks me and writes the letter down.
"Hey Niall what did you get for eleven?" Zayn leans in as I cover my paper.
"Seriously guys, you need to look for the problem yourself instead of asking me," I tell them. They all whisper-groan in annoyance and return to their work.
When I finish, I hand it in and sit back down while I watch the other boys finish their work. Glancing over at Claire, I see her hands writing down the answers quickly as she skims over the question. I know I've been staring at her for a while when she looks up, and notices me staring.
"Is there something wrong?" She asks me, tucking a strand of hair out of her face to behind her ear.
"No-I just um..." I can't find a reason as my gaze is pulled away from her and on to my feet.
"Niall you can tell me," she lifts my chin up so I'm looking into her dark brown eyes.
"It's just that um, you look kinda cute when you're working," I can feel my cheeks heat up at what I just said. Claire's cheeks also share the slight red color as she twiddles her fingers.
"Oh-I um-thanks," she shyly smiles before returning to her work. What the f.uck did I just say to her? Dammit I must look so stupid right now.
"Niall you okay? You're red." Zayn asks me, concerned.
"Yeah I'm fine," I tell him as I wait for them to finish their work. I feel so flustered and warm because of Claire, ugh my palms are so sweaty.
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Those Five Boys {EDITING ATM}
FanfictionClaire was your everyday teenage girl, depressed and in her own world. ***I APOLOGIZE THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION EVER WRITTEN AND IS REALLY REALLY BAD***