Something Other Than Fame (One Direction Fanfic)

Commitment With This Guy

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Niall's P.O.V

I sit down on my seat in Histo class, reviewing for the last trimestral. You see, in this school all the exams are in one day. History, was my final class of academic meaning freedom for tomorrow.

"Hey James," I hear someone call my name. I look beside me, "Margaux," I reply. She was wearing a crop top and shorts, with toms. Marguax frowned, "Ouch, end of the Second term and no Hi?" Margaux asked. I roll my eyes, "I'm reviewing. I actually want to pass the 2nd term thank you," I say before focusing on my reviewer. "Okay class, keep all reviewers." Orders our substitute teacher, Mr. Grason.

~ A or B, turkish president? What?~

~Essay Writing, fuck okay. How can you blah blah the commonwealth blah blah WHAT IS THIS? THIS IS WITCHCRAFT~

"Oh, you are such an arse whole stupid test,"

The school bell rings, I finally passed the test paper and headed out for my last subject. Guidance, which isn't really a class it was a session every month. I walk to the end of the hallway, feeling an arm wrap around mine. I look and see Margaux, "You mad at me?" She asks.

"Nope, are you okay?" I asks feeling her head. "What? Why?" Margaux replies. "You're holding my hand and being nice to me," I respond. "I'm just happy I guess, so let's go?" She says as Margaux drags me in the room.

We sit down beside each other, guidance was the only class wtih every batch mixed up.

"Love birds have entered," Stefano a freshman motioned. Peter looked at our direction, her hands leaving mine.

"Margaux, sit beside me," Peter orders eyeing me.

"No, Pete (Peter in short) don't start a scene," Margaux hissed.

"Let her be, she has a mind of her own," one of the juniors say.

"Good Afternoon class," Ms. Bailey greets. We return the greeting and settle down.

"Okay class so I'll be talking about trust," She continues writing the word on the whiteboard.

"Now, trust is an important thing. You need it in life, though some of you need it, don't want it or whatever. It takes years to build trust, but seconds to break it. Meaning ..." I drifted off, not really caring on what ever would happen.

Ms. Bailey snaps, "Okay, now go talk to your seatmate and tell them one of the secrets you don't really mind sharing to one person," She orders.

"What?" The whole class mumbles. "2 minutes," Ms. Bailey replies not answering the question.

I face Margaux, "I'm afraid of birds," I say boldly. Margaux smirks, "But don't you have..." She chuckles,

"Okay, how 'bout you? What're your secrets? Secret for that matter," I continue. She bit her lip and looked up at the ceiling as if choosing.

"Okay, I have one. I never had my first kiss," Margaux whispers. "Really? How --"

"Class! Now, next step. I want each of you to shout out the secret your seatmate has told you infront of the whole class," Ms. Bailey orders.

"Holy crap! What?" Margaux exclaims. The whole class start a riot, "Starting-- starting with... Mr. Horan," She points. I stand up,

"So umm... Margaux was my partner..." I trail off, the whole class snickers.