Niam One Shots.

IV. C Average.

Liam sat at his desk grading the last of his papers, as the bell rang, notifying him that it was the end of the day. It was Friday, which meant that it was the schools rugby day, all the jocks were yelling through out the hallways, he sighed shutting the door to finish putting the grades into the computer. It was the end of the first semester next week, and they'd be having homecoming, which was the dance, and a rugby game.

To be on the rugby team though, you'd needed to maintain a C average, and anything below it was failing, and you couldn't be on the rugby team anymore. Niall Horan was one of the most proud people of being on the team, he had showed if off during class, and when Liam got on the computer and entered in the grade that Niall had on his essay which was a 67.5% his grade average dropped into a D+. He'd tried offering support to him, by asking him to stay after class, but Niall said that it wasn't for him, he was too busy, and didn't want to waste his time with some teacher.

Later on, Liam showed up for the rugby game, and sat on the bleachers, and he was at the bottom one, able to see everything, he'd gotten bored after awhile, the cheerleaders had gone out and done a chant. The ball was thrown and his student Niall caught it causing the whole crowd to roar, besides the people on the opposing side that were all groaning. At the end of the night, they'd won the game, meaning that Niall was the star of the night, he'd been carried by hs team into the locker rooms, everyone from the school was happy and celebrating their teams win.

Liam planned to ask Niall if he'd go to his classroom and talk to him about his poor grades and work out a situation, and if Niall didn't agree, he would make sure to talk to the coach, who he'd only talked to a few times before, and they'd gotten along and planned to go out and do something together, but if one of them wasn't busy, the other one was, so they never really came around to going out.

"Niall." He cleaared his throat stepping up to the boy who was taking off his shirt, he'd gotten weird glances from some of the other people on the team, but he didn't care. Niall glared at him.

"What do you want?" He rudely asked. Niall didn't really care how he spoke to teachers, and he didn't have much respect for them hence his uncle was the principal, and would easily get him out of detention or anything.

"I need to speak to you about your grades." There were a few kids glaring a Liam, a teacher, for being in the locker room after their huge victory. But he didn't care.

"No. We're all going out, and I really don't care." He threw his jersey into his locker so he was now standing shirtless, Liam couldn't help but let his eyes drift to Niall's body when he was looking away.

"Very well than, I'll just go speak to the coach about pulling you out for the homecoming game than." He went to turn but Niall stopped him.

"No, don't do that. Talk than." He said while grabbing his clean clothes from his locker.

"Not right here, there's enough students around, i'd rather do this in private, so meet me in my class in twenty minutes yeah?" Niall nodded, and Liam walked through the dark hallways heading to his classroom, he'd been used to spending some nights at the school, and being there til late, having to grade papers, especially when it was the end of the semester he'd crammed everything in at the last moment. He turned on the light to his class, and sat down in his desk getting out Niall's portfolio that he'd had with his grade reports and things he'd needed impovment in. He didn't have a doubt that Niall wouldn't show up, because he was the star of the team, without him, he'd be the blame for the loss. The door shut, and Niall sat down at the desk, his hair still wet from his shower. 

"Can we hurry this up?" He was glaring at Niall, and Liam just looked up he was too far from him.

"Bring your chair over here, I'm not going to speak loudly, with you sitting way back there." Niall groaned picking up his bag, and pushing the chair up to the front of the classroom by Liam's desk. "Now, your grades are fairly poor. You need at least a C average to be able to stay on the rugby team, and you're failing with a D. I would hate for you to be taken off of something you're so proud of." He spoke looking at the papers that were in the portfolio.