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.
"I just want a hug (y/n)! I'm not asking you to kill the queen!"
I laughed. "Fine." He held out his arms and I went under them with mine. His hugs were always the best anyways so it never was much trouble.
I tried backing away after about three seconds, but Louis didn't let go. I grew a little bashful. "Uh, Louis? You can let go." I said getting a little hot in the face.
"Give it two more seconds." He said. I could tell he was smiling.
"Aw c'mon Louis. Enough is enough." I pleaded.
"Aw. Okay." He said releasing. "Besides I know you blush whenever I hug you. So its fun."
"You know that?!" I asked a little bewildered.
"I guessed only cause I blush too."
Niall:
"These things are nasty." I said spitting out the greens in my mouth.
"Really (y/n)? It wouldn't hurt ya to eat better." Niall claimed.
"Yeah but feeding me a celery stick? That's the king of all health food, don't try making it better."
"But it has peanut butter on it." He attempted to bait me. "You like peanut butter."
"Don't try making it seem better cause it will not work." I crossed my arms.
He shrugged. "I don't like celery much either." And with that he tossed his stick into the trash can.
I laughed. "This is better." We sat on a bench near the lake. It was a good night to hang out. It wasn't cold, it wasn't hot. The stars were coming out, and the water made a peaceful splash on the sandy lake shore. Today was such a great day to get out and come here. I'm glad Niall convinced me to come. This is a lot better then just staying at home.
I stared out into the shining lake. Mesmerized, I fell into a trance of empty thought. That is, until Niall shouted. "Do you want to throw that away?!" He screamed in my ear. I jumped, but then agreed with a nod.
"Hell yes." I tossed it over him and into the trash can. He let out a chuckle and I flashed him an odd look. I raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile, "what's so funny?"
He looked down and shook his head. "Nothing."
"I'm being serious Niall. What's funny?" I asked.
He sighed. "You." Niall smiled.
"What did I do that's funny? Oh crap, my face isn't messy again, is it?"
"No no." He grinned. "I just laugh sometimes at what you do because you look so cute doing it."
I blushed and sighed. "Now I'm blushing. Thanks." I grinned. Just then, I felt his finger touch my palm, and jolt away. Was he trying to pull something? I gave him a cheeky grin, my rosey cheeks so bright.
He looked away from my glance and went red in the face. "I'm sorry." I crooked my head. He didn't need to apologize. By now he should know I like him, and him pulling this stunt meant a lot to me.
So, bravely, I reached for his hand, and locked with it. I put my fingers in his and turned away. This was odd.
But it just felt so right.
Zayn:
"Thank you." I bowed and many fingers snapped, and many hands clapped. It was so cool to be able to read my poetry in front of the school. Especially when everyone loved it like they did. I walked down the steps behind stage and received many high fives. I felt so grand and great to be able to have so many people think what I did was good. It was a dream come true.
I hugged my best friend (b/f/n) when I saw her waiting for me. She told me I was great and that the poem was wonderful. I thanked her, and wished her luck on her act coming up next.
(B/f/n) was called over the intercom backstage. I waved to her and repeatedly wished her luck out on stage. Hopefully, she'll do as great as I did.
I sat down on a bench in the make-up room. I was glad it was over now. I had stressed about this all day, and now I could just relax. I sighed, and laid myself down on the bench to relax myself. I closes my eyes, and kept my hands in an X, covering my chest. I looked like I was lying in a coffin.
I felt a sleep drift over me. A strong wind of it. I felt my eyes tingle, and almost fall to complete darkness. That is, until they awoke at the sound of a familiar voice.
"The time has come the walrus said." The voice said.
I immediately sat up. And who I saw, made me smile. "To talk of many things." I continued the poem.
"Of ships, and sails, and sealing wax." They said.
"Of cabbages and kings."
"And while the sea is boiling hot."
"And whether pigs have wings..." I trailed off as I stood up. "Hi Zayn." I greeted my writing partner in club. We only ever talked in club meets, so I was very surprised to see him talking to me. He never talks to me in the halls, and to be fair I don't talk to him either. But here he was.
"Hi (y/n)." He greeted me with a little wave. "Great poem out there. Did you write that?"
I smiled. "Yeah. I wrote it a while ago for my grandmother."
"Well it is really good." He said.
I blushed at the compliment. He was so great at writing poetry, so to hear such a compliment from him was an honor. "Thanks."
"Hey, would you mind listening to my poem?" He asked out of the blue. "You are the best poet I've ever met, and if you approved of this, I might try doing it for next year's talent show."
I grinned. I was the best poet to him? I felt butterflies flying in my tummy. "Oh, yeah. I would love to hear it."
"Okay." He gave me a big old smile. "But you better promise not to laugh." I crossed my fingers and shook my hand as a way of promising.
He pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket. He brought it up, and unfolded it. He gave a quick clearing of his throat, and began.
"Not only did I love her,
But I could tell the universe loved her too.
More than others
She was different.
After all, I would be a fool not to notice how the sunshine played with her hair.
How I longed to play with it too.
If only she knew I loved her
As much as I really do."
I gasped. "Christopher Poindexter adaptation?" I loved his work.
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah. I always felt he left this poem unfinished. So I finished it for him."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I saw you have that poem on your locker door." He spoke softly. "So I made an ending, but one for you."