Harry:
I went to my locker after gym class. It was a pretty normal day so far. My friends and I tried skipping out of first period gym again until the goodie goodie in us kicked in, and we felt obligated to go and smack each other around with dodgeballs. I sighed as I unlocked my locker and took the lock off. Today wasn't exactly great so far with all the sweat and lack of deodorant I had. I felt so sticky and gross I swore a swamp lived under my arms.
My next class was Literature, and luckily on the way I passed my locker so I could put my clothes in there. I opened up my locker door and slammed my gym bag down on my history book. I was about to close my locker, until I saw a yellow post it note flutter out. I was confused. I don't remember putting that there. I shrugged and picked it up. Maybe it was my friend (y/f/n), asking for a ride again. I gave it one look, and knew it was her.
"I'm sorry I had to say something like this in such a way, but I can't seem to talk to you straight. I know you don't really always pay attention to me, but I always look for you. You are so cool and driven its cute. We should hang out some time if you can, because I would love to get to know you better. Message me.
-Harry
Liam:
"Thanks for taking me out tonight Liam. I had a lot of fun." I blushed.
"Thank you for letting me (y/n). It was my pleasure."
I rubbed my arms, hoping to get a little warmer. It was cold out, and Liam thought it was a perfect time to take me on a first date. We had been friends for a couple months now, but he finally gained enough courage to ask me out, and I gained the nerve to say yes. All we did was wander around the park talking, and swinging for an hour. It was perfectly simple. But hardly did we do anything romantic.
"Well I'll see you tomorrow at school then..." I dragged it out. I was hoping he might pull something.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow." He said starting to back up from my porch.
Ugh. What else should I have expected. I puffed like a horse as silently as I could. Why can't I be attracted to romantics? I was about to turn around and head inside when I saw Liam lean in. I grew wide eyed. He quickly pecked my cheek. I looked at him and he looked at me. He blushed, I blushed. Then, I giggled like a school girl.
Louis:
We were both so giddy. My friend Louis and I were both waiting hopefully to get accepted into our drama club. It was a rather large school we were attending, and to even be considered for a club was an honor.
"And now, for the year's drama club!" The drama teacher announced on the podium.
"Oh God! This is it Louis!" I softly screeched. I was hardly able to hold in my excitement as I squeezed her hairy arm tightly.
"Ow! (Y/n) that hurts like hell!" He whined.
I ignored him. I was too focused and pumped. This is what I have been waiting for a year now to know. I didn't care about anything else but getting accepted.
"Gabby Adams. Drew Petzer, Adrian Tuckerlow, Louis Thompson, and (y/n)!" The drama teacher exclaimed.
"Oh my God Louis did you hear!? Did you?! We have been accepted!" I screamed.
"They said my name wrong..." He complained. Really? He would rather be upset then happy right now?
"Shut up and be happy!" I corrected him with a smile. I was to glad to deal with him. I stood up and cheered. This was so magical I felt like I was in Disney Land.
Louis slowly stood up too. "Fine, fine, I'll let that bullshit go." He grumbled. "But on one condition."
"Oh God..." I said.
