the breakfast club (one direction)

Chapter Fourteen

dedication to @bohemianns for voting on all those chapters!

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Zayn

"I'm not coming out! I look absolutely horrid!" Harry shouted for the hundredth time, making Niall groan.

"Please?" Niall tried again, knocking on the door of the sound room.

I bit my lip, putting my focus back onto the paper that Mr. Dick would read soon. Chewing on the end of my pencil, I pondered on what I should write for everyone. Mr. Dick stated that it was an assignment on how we think we are. But how could we do that if we're not even sure yet? Or maybe it was something in relation to reverse psychology? Maybe he wasn't referring to about what we thought of ourselves, but how others thought. Now that I think about it, everything finally made sense. 

Everyone usually judges others. This wasn't true for some, but it still tends to happen somehow. If you saw a kid with some shades, a cigarette in his/her hand, with a leather jacket on, - someone would consider this person a bad influence. Some would just not even think about it. Personally, I blame it on stereotypes. It's always somewhere, the antagonist, the protagonist, and the other background characters within books, movies, and etc. 

There wasn't any point to do this assignment then. 

If our response was expected to be in his point of view of who we are, then why would he even bother to ask us on how we think? It simply wasn't fair. It was very obvious that Mr. Dick already had his mind made up on who we are without actually knowing us. No, we were only a brain, prince, criminal, athlete, and a basket case to him, or even everyone. That's it. We were apparently nothing more than that.

Furiously, I scribbled down all my thoughts and emotions, trying to get a grip on how the others felt too. I didn't want this paper to be only about my feelings. I mean, I was writing for everyone else also.

But then I thought about it a bit more. Wouldn't everyone agree with me too? They all said that they trusted me. I smiled softly at the thought, I actually had friends out of the A-club for once. Don't get me wrong, but they lot weren't really my friends. They just hung out with me because I was there, and "one of them." 

However, that didn't matter anymore.

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Harry

I could not believe this. 

Why did I even agree to doing this? Did some magic spell bestow on me, causing me to suddenly agree to Louis' idea? Oh, who am I kidding? I knew the answer perfectly. And I wasn't so sure if he would even like it.

"Hold still!" Louis scorned at me, fixing the collar of the spare polo shirt he had in his gym locker. I sighed, standing still for once. I was now rethinking my decision on this yet again. As Louis did the finishing touch, I was then pushed out of the room. Only, I didn't stumble - thanks to something. Or someone.

"You okay there? I thought - " Niall rushed out, before fading away in his words as he stared at me. It wasn't that much different - Lou only brushed aside some of my hair saying that I had "eyes that were meant to be noticed" or something like that. And also how he made me change out of my coat and put on some other clothing that's more "appealing to the eye."

"Uh, hey." I bit my lip, wincing as I waited for his reaction. Niall was stood there, a undecipherable look in his eyes. I was freaking out on the inside. Did he hate it? Was I stupid for doing this? What if he thinks I look terrible but said I looked fine because he pitied me?  Oh gosh, I was so stupid for thinking he would actually like this look!