One Direction Preferences! (Book 1)✔

#170. BSM - You get in fight at school

BSM - You get in fight at school

Louis, age 15: Here you sat, at the head teacher’s office, waiting for your brother to come pick you up, so he could explain that you had been suspended for a week. Basically a girl you really,really hated had said something you didn’t like about Louis, so you went up to her, and we all knows how it goes from there. “I’m sorry, I’m late! But I’m here,” An out-of-breath Louis came inside, shaking your head-teacher’s hand, and sitting down, explaining everything. “Thank you for your time Mr, and Ms.Tomlinson,” your head teacher waved, and you waved back. As soon as you got in the car, Louis went full on ape. “What the fuck (Y/N)?! Getting in to fights at school? Seriously?” He hissed, sighing. “Oh, sorry Louis! Next time I won’t defend your fucking arse, and when you start crying about hate, don’t come to me! Dick,” you snapped back and he stared at you, gaze softening. “Look, I’m sorry babe, but you shouldn’t get in fights because of me. I love you, and thank you love.” he smiled, and you hugged him. “Where to?” “Home, we can make those ‘everything-but-the-kitchen-sink sundae’!”

Harry, age 16: “Fucking bitch!” You spat venomously, glaring at the girl who’d said ‘stuff’ about your best friend. Now let’s get real here. You had perfectly fine behaviour, but if someone said something had about your best friend, you would go crazy. So here you were, sat on the counter, groaning as Harry dabbed a wet cloth at your nose. “Why’d you do it anyway? You could of gotten hurt! Worse than this,” he sighed washing the cloth again, and returning back to you. “Harry, look at it like this. If someone said some type of shit about one of the boys, and it was really offensive and you wanted to protect them, wouldn’t you do something like this too?” You raised an eyebrow at him. He stopped to think for a moment, not wanting to say the wrong thing. “I would turn the other cheek,” he said in a posh way, making you laugh. “You got that from a movie! Harry, I know you would.” “Fine, but I don’t want you to get in another fight. You’re already suspended for a week and you’re hurt. Just be cautious!”

Liam, age 13: The fight wasn’t physical, (enough!) but a simple backslap was enough to make the girl cry. You, being a Payne, felt so guilty afterwards, but she did deserve it. After bullying you all this time, you had enough and just about blew up on her, shouting profanities and ending with a ear-ringing ‘SMACK!’. Now, your brother was here to pick you up, and was madder than ever. “(Y/N) (Y/M/N) Payne! What in the hell were you thinking?” Liam scolded, throwing your bag in the backseat as you put your seatbelt on. “I was thinking, Liam, that I shouldn’t be bullied anymore!” You hissed, turning away from him. The car ride home was silent, and not a comfortable one, but depressed. “Why didn’t you tell me before? I would have gone and sorted it out and-” you cut Liam off, “Because if you had said something, it would have probably gotten worse Liam.” You sighed, and he enveloped you in a hug. “Don’t worry love. Just, try not to get in fights? I’m glad you’re alright. Next time, tell me what’s going on, okay?”

Niall, age 17: You grabbed at the girls hair, and threw a punch to her face. “Fucking slut!” She called at you, receiving ‘ooh’s after. “May wanna learn what it means before you can call me one, Bitch!” You kneed her stomach throwing her to the ground. “Dammit!” Someone yelled from behind you, the five very well known boys stood there with their mouth agape. “Oops?” You squeaked and they came to help you and the girl. “What the fuck happened?” Your brother hissed, and you scoffed. “Stuff,” you sighed, and after Liam and Zayn hauled the girl inside to the nurse, they all shoved you in the car, waiting for an explanation. “She started making fun of you guys, etc, etc, and I got defensive and shit,” you huffed wiping away some sweat from your forehead. “You know you might be suspended for this?” Niall chuckled. “You’ve got some blood on your arm.” Zayn pointed out. “It’s the other girls,” you smirked, watching as the boys reaction changed. After that, they knew not to mess with you.

Zayn, age 14: “How in the hell did he break your arm?!” Zayn rushed, watching as the doctor carefully wrapped the casts round your arm. “Zayn, this is the last time I explain. He liked me. I didn’t like him. I told him to back off, and he got aggressive, okay?” You huffed, tucking your hair behind your ear with your good arm. “So.. A guy hit you?” “No shit Zayn.” You snapped, tired of him asking already. “Okay, okay I’m sorry.” He raised his arms in mock defence, and the doctor said you were ready to go home. “I’m reporting him, you know? He should treat a girl like that for starters!” Zayn chuckled, shaking his head, and you smiled at him. “I love how you’re so overprotective over me!” You smirked and he stick his tongue out at you. “You may not be my only little sister, but I care a lot about you. And trust me, it would have been the same for the rest of your sisters.” He finished, and continued to drive home, thinking of a good way to tell his mum what had happened.