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Louis: 'Fell on the stage again tonight. Niall f'ing tripped me again.' You read in your head. You grinned and covered your mouth quickly, hoping no one saw. You bit your lip as you began to reply, "Miss (Y/L/N), Please give me your phone." Your World History teacher called from the front of the room. You stood up, embarrassed and brought her the phone. She stared down at your text and laughed herself. "You can text Louis back about his fall later. Now you need to focus on John Cabot." You says, putting ting your phone in her desk drawer.
Niall: 'This crazy fan just called up to the room and pretended to be Harry. Sad part is that I actually believed them.' Your best friend read quietly to herself. "They did not!" She laughs. You nod with a grin, "They did." You laugh. "(Y/F/N)! Phone now!" Your teacher suddenly shouts. "It's my phone, Mr. Martin." You pipe up right away. "Alright then, you can either serve a detention or read the class the text." He says, crossing his arms over his chest. You sighed and slowly read the text from Niall, earning a laugh from everyone. "That's enough class!" He snaps, trying to get everyone refocused.
Liam: 'SHE WAS HIDING IN MY SHOWER!' The text read in all caps. You laughed softly as you felt someone walk up behind you. You hid your phone quickly and looked up to see your teacher. "I am hoping you weren't texting." She says, calmly. "What if I told you I was?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at your favorite teacher. "Alright...what happened this time?" She says, knowing about the other crazy stories that Liam has told you. You laughed as you told her about the crazed fan who snuck into his room. She laughed with you and ended up sharing the story with the rest of her classes that day, causing people to ask you about it all day.
Zayn: 'She literally just jumped up. I don't understand how.' He text you suddenly, making your phone in your bag ring. You froze when you saw your teacher look at you. "Hand it over." He said, holding his hand out. You sighed and handed him your phone. He looked down at the light up screen, "She literally just jumped up. I don't understand how." He read aloud, "Sounds so interesting. So interesting that you can text whoever that was back after detention today." He says setting your phone on his desk.
Harry: 'If it wasn't for Zayn, I'd be dead right now...I'll explain later. Love you. xx' You read quickly between breaks from your basketball practice. 'Do I even want to know??' You replied back quickly. "(Y/N)!" You heard your coach shout. You jumped and sat your phone down. "Who were you texting now?" She shouts. "My boyfriend..." You admit softly. "Ah, your boyfriend. Well...that's the third time today, so ten laps. Go." She says. You groan and start running, your best friend joining you. You sighed thankfully and explained the story to her, making her wonder what happened.