Liam: "Isn’t that the science kid?" You friend whispered, frantically poking your side. Squinting, you looked across the hall at the boy, currently being pushed around by a few seniors. "You mean the really smart one?" Another one of your friends inquired, tilting her head. "That’s him. His name is Liam," You cut them both off, shutting your locker door. "Hey, I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t leave for lunch without me." Waving off their questions, you sauntered quickly down the hall, making your way toward them. "Where are your glasses, huh?" One of the football players taunted, shoving him backward against the far row of lockers. "Right here!" The other grinned, dangling them over the Liam’s head. "Give them back!" He grunted, hopping up. His fingers nearly missed them, the jock pulling them from his grasp in the last second. "Hey," You cried out, glaring down the one holding his glasses. "Give those back to him!" "Oh c’mon Y/N, we were just having fun," the other smirked, chuckling. "I don’t care if you were just having fun. Give him back his glasses." They exchanged a glance, the one with the glasses shoving them into Liam’s chest. "Killjoy," One muttered in your direction. "Thanks," Liam commented quietly, placing his glasses back on his nose. "No problem," You answered, shifting awkwardly, "You know, my friends and I are about to head down to the lunch room. You want to come with?" His light colored cheeks flushed, "Y-you want me to come?" You shrugged, "Well I mean if you don’t want to.." "No, I’ll come."
Zayn: "Do you understand this?" You muttered, leaning across the aisle to speak to the quiet boy sitting next to you. His dark hair flopped over his eyes, dark eyelashes batting over his chocolate eyes, hidden behind glasses as he turned his head. "It’s easy, really," He commented, coughing awkwardly, "I mean, once you understand it better." You bit your lip, leaning back to bend over your paper. "Yeah, I don’t understand it.." "Is there a problem Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Malik?" Both of your heads shot up, finding your teacher standing in the middle of the aisle, long fingernails dancing against the hard surface of the desks. "She told me she didn’t understand it," Zayn answered, not looking up from his work as he continued to scribble across his notebook paper. "I told her it was easy." Your teacher’s eyebrows lifted, a small smile flitting onto her lips as she nodded, "Well then, Mr. Malik. If you think it’s so easy then maybe you could tutor Miss Y/L/N.” Your eyes widened as you quickly shot a glance at the mysterious boy next to you. “Oh no, I don’t think that is really necessary, m’am. I can just stay after school with you and have you explain it to me-” “I’ll do it,” He cut you off, laying his pencil down on his desk, “It’ll be easy, and I’m sure you have a very busy life m’am. Me explaining it might be easier, considering we are the same age and I could explain it in, uhm, simpler terms for her.” Your teacher beamed, nodding quickly and stalking off. The boy shot a sly smile at you, dipping his head back down to his paper. “So when can we meet for these tutoring sessions, Miss Y/L/N.”
Louis: The soft sound of a piano brought you to that back room of the school. Your lips turned up into a bright smile when you saw a fluffy haired brunette boy seated into front of the piano, his nose crinkled in concentration, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose while his fingers danced over the keys. It wasn’t until he was finished that you made your presence known, clapping loudly with a beaming smile. The boy turned, so startled that his glasses flew from his nose, skidding across the floor. He scrambled for them, cheeks now a dark crimson colored as he moved to a standing position. “You’re really good,” You stated, “Why have I never seen you around school before?” He still looked flustered, dropping his head to the side. “Thank you. And you have. I’m in your English class and your biology class.” You immediately felt bad, biting the inside of your cheek. “Oh.” “My name’s Louis,” He continued, hesitantly raising his gaze from the ground, soft grey eyes meeting yours. “I’m-” “Y/N,” he finished for you, again blushing cutely. “Sorry, I’ve just seen you around a lot, and I know you’re a cheerleader, and you’re really smart and really pretty,” he babbled out, looking sheepish as the crimson color grew darker. “Sorry,” He repeated, dropping his chin to his chest. You flushed under his words, biting your lip, “Thank you. Now I feel bad that I didn’t know you’re name.” He kicked his foot against the ground, shoving his hands deep into his pockets, “It’s fine. Not many people know me.”
Niall: "I’m sorry you have to be my lab partner," You told the boy seated next to you, shifting on the metal stool. He didn’t answer, features contorted in concentration as he switched beakers back and forth, dumping and stirring substances with each move. "I’m not very good at this kind of stuff. Actually, I’m not really that great at school." He didn’t look at you, but murmured out, "I know." Forehead creasing in confusion, you leaned closer to him. "I didn’t hear you. What’d you say?" He sighed, dropping the beaker he was holding back onto the table. "I-I said I know you aren’t very good at school." "How do you-" "I help in the office," He answered returning to his work, "you know, around report time. I, uh, saw yours once." You bit your lip, "You know my name?" He again sighed, mixing a dark purple substance into a green one. "Y-Yeah, I know you’re name. And your GPA." It got quiet as you watched him work furiously, scribbling notes onto a notebook paper as he quietly commented them to you. "That’s kind of weird, you know?" You questioned, narrowing your eyes. "Or a way to get help," He replied evenly. "What do you mean?" Heaving the tenth heavy sigh of the hour, he dropped everything he was working on, dusting off his hands as he turned to look at you. Light blue eyes blinked behind the lenses of his glasses as he said, "I could be your tutor. Y-You know, if you want."
Harry: You scribbled onto your blank sheet of notebook paper, trying to get your pen to work. The ink went from faded to it’s dark blue color, making a dark mark in the middle of the paper. Smiling to yourself, you began to doodle out various shapes across the length of the paper, completely toning out the lecture going on in the front of the classroom. You faintly heard the teacher’s voice explaining, the marker squeaking against the front whiteboard. But what you could feel was someone’s gaze on the side of your face. Pulling your pen to a stop, you slowly looked to the side. That’s when your eyes came in contact with the most stunning pair of green eyes ever. But they weren’t there for long as they turned away, brown curls replacing what was once there. It was the school labeled nerd of the class watching you. Harry was his name. His thick glasses framed his eyes, the ends disappearing back into his thick chocolate locks. He was rubbing his face with one large hand, clearly embarrassed. Smirking, you went back to your doodling. It wasn’t moments later that in your peripheral vision you could feel his gaze on you again. This time when you looked up, you offered a quick smile and a tiny wave. He returned it, all the while his features quickly growing flush. The bell rang, sending the majority of the students scrambling from the classroom. But you stayed around, hopping over your row to stand over Harry’s desk. “Was there something you needed?” You inquired politely. He gulped, fiddling with his lanky digits, looking anywhere but at your face. “N-No, I didn’t, you’re just, uh, very, uhm, b-beautiful, and..yeah.”
