1D One Shots

Just A Typical Love Story ~Lirry

"I hate school. I hate school. I HATE school!" I hit my head on the closed binder in front of me.

"Here's to that, mate." Louis chuckles next to me.

"Three blocks of this hell left!" Niall also groans.

The bell rings, dismissing us from sixth. I had lunch now. I quickly shove people out of my way in the crowded halls. Being tall gave me an advantage, but not by much. Too many damn people this school. I lean against the cement pillar next to a classroom door. A willow framed girl bumped into me and blushed.

"I'm sorry." I smile.

"It was my fault. Sorry, Harry."

"Do I know you?" I frown. She didn't look familiar...

"Uh... Not really. Everyone knows you though. You're Marley's boyfriend." Ugh, that bitch.

"Yeah." I laugh. "Do you know if L-"

"Liam's coming out in a second. Our teacher needed to talk to him." I stare at her again. "Everyone knows you're best friends. I swear I'm not weird." She blushes again before hurrying away.

"Hey babe." Oh, the queen has arrived.

"Eleanor." I smile. She smiles sweetly at me and moves in to kiss me. I sigh quietly before leaning down. Luckily, Liam's fuming form throws the door open, interrupting us.

"Fucking hell. God damn bloody mother fuckin'-" Liam comes storming out of the classroom and starts going down the hall.

"Liam!" I leave my girlfriend swearing at me as I chase my best friend.

"I swear to fuckin' CHRIST!" He spins around as I tug on his backpack. His fist lowers when he sees me though. "Oh, Harry. What?"

"Uh, hi? Ya know, best mate and all, no big deal, just ignore me and get an ulcer from all that anger." I smirk, tapping his temple with my forefinger.

"Not in the mood, Harry." He turns away from me. We walk upstairs to the lunchroom, Eleanor clinging to my arm and her pathetic pack of friends trailing along behind us. Zayn, Louis, and Niall are all sitting at our normal table in the middle of the room. "Move." Liam puts a hand on Zayn's shoulder.

"Just sit there." He gestures to the empty seat next to him.

"Zayn, I am not in the mood for fuckin' anything right now. You're gonna move."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I snap. "You're being a dick to everyone!"

"Shut up Harry!" He yells back.

I scan his face and body language. Liam was easy to figure out if you can read him. He was really tense and had his thumbs perfectly aligned on his knuckles. Ok, so he was close to hitting someone. Me, specifically, since I was arguing with him. I saw the wrinkles in his forehead. He wanted to cry? That made no sense. Also, his ears were red, he was upset and confused, anything could set him off right now.

"Come with me?" I offer quietly. His eyes shut and he nods. We drop our bags and I walk with him to the only place we could be alone, the stage in the auditormium. We sit on the edge of the stage and look at the empty room. "Wassup man?" I ask.

"So many things Haz. I'm so... Emotionally, I'm all over the place right now."

"I can tell." I crack a smile.

"I know. You get me."

"I do, don't I? You know you can tell me anything, right? I'm always here for you."

"Yeah. It's... a lot."

"Wanna stay here? I'll grab our lunches and shit and we can eat here?"

"You're the best." He gives me a weak smile.