Little Decisions - One Direction Fanfiction.

Louis

ICT was the last lesson of the day, and to keep himself entertained through this boring hour, Louis was busily writing down loads of things to do on the campout over the weekend. The list quickly grew as he scribbled down ideas like spin the bottle, truth or dare, and strip poker.

“Dude! Scribble out strip poker!” Niall suddenly hissed, before taking the pen out of Louis’ hand and then drawing a thick line through the middle of it. Louis looked up in annoyance, before he took his pen back from Niall.

“What’s wrong with strip poker? Don’t you want to see Amaia in her under crackers?” Louis asked, before rewriting it down. Niall rolled his eyes.

“I don’t want any of you guys seeing her in her under crackers!” Niall hissed again, scribbling it through again.

“But it’ll be fun!” Louis moaned, pulling the paper away from Niall and rewriting it down.

“No it won’t! Put something else down, like Twister!” Niall tried to negotiate, as he leaned over Louis and tried to scribble out the newly rewritten strip poker.

“No!” Louis protested, before pushing Niall’s computer chair away. Niall shuffled back over on the chair, before pushing Louis’ away.

“Niall!” Louis hissed, before taking off one of his shoes and throwing it at his head. Niall let out a yelp and dodged it, and it went flying across the classroom. Niall picked up his pencil case and threw it back at Louis, and it hit him straight in the eye.

“OW!” Louis called out, from the back of the classroom.

“Mr Horan and Mr Tomlinson! What is happening back there?!” Mr Davies demanded, as the class all turned around to see what was going on.

“Niall has blinded me!” Louis cried at the top of his voice. Niall rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Louis, one of your eyes is open.” He replied, rolling his eyes.

“Shut up, leprechaun.” Louis started, before Mr Davies stood before them, holding Louis’ black TOM.

“Mr Tomlinson, if you aren’t too blind, would you care to explain why your shoe is halfway across the classroom?” Mr Davies asked, bluntly.

“I was throwing it at, Mr Horan, here.” Louis mocked, talking in a tone like Mr Davies’. Mr Davies raised an eyebrow.

“And why were you throwing it at him?” Mr Davies asked, now fed up of the nonsense that was keeping him from teaching his lesson.

“Because, he was trying to make me write down strip poker on our list of things to do at the campout we’re having this weekend, but I was saying no, but Niall was so persistent on wanting to see Amaia in her under crackers!” Louis explained.

“What!” Amaia suddenly called from across the classroom. Niall quickly shook his head.

“No! That wasn’t it! Stop lying!” Niall quickly defended himself, before hitting Louis around the head.

“Ow!” Louis let out, before doing the same to Niall.

“Will the both of you bloody pack it in!” Mr Davies yelled, before the whole class looked at him in silence.

“I don’t quite like your tone of voice, or your language, sir.” Louis remarked, looking up at the boring ICT teacher. Mr Davies frowned.

“The pair of you! Out!” He growled, pointing towards the door. Niall and Louis both rolled their eyes and got up to leave the classroom.

“And take your shoe with you!” Mr Davies called out once more, before passing it to Louis, as the two teenage boys left the classroom. Louis slipped on his shoe as the classroom door slammed behind them. They both stood on either side of it and sighed. Louis started to whistle and Niall started to pick at his nails.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Louis suggested, looking at his best friend. Niall nodded.

“Best of three.” He replied, before the boys started playing.