Harry:
After the cafeteria lady handed you your dish you thanked her and walked to a free table. You sat alone of course. I mean who would want to sit at the same table as the nerd? The teacher’s favorite student? The girl that didn’t even choose to be that lonely, only wanted to have a marvellous future, but got the reputation of being the nerd, loner and the one no one should hang out with? Right. Nobody. But after so many years you were used to sitting alone and feeling used by other students that only wanted good grades. That day was different though. It all started when a slice of pizza hit the back of your neck. Some idiots started a food fight and of course you had to be included in it. You quickly grabbed your tray and started to walk out of the cafeteria -definitely not wanting to be a part of that- when suddenly one of the school jocks cut your way and threw a handful of spaghetti at your chest. You took a deep breath, suppressing the tears, as the guy spoke up. “Aw look at that. But [Y/N]? You do know that this won’t make you any prettier, right? — In fact… nothing will. You have to live with that face for the rest of your life and I’m truly sorry for you” he laughed and that was definitely too much for you to take. You threw your tray to the side and ran in the direction of the girls restroom as the tears just poured out of your eyes. Your vision was blurry as you heard footsteps following you and your name being called. You ignored it, but before you could open the door to the restroom a hand held your elbow and pulled you back. Looking up you were face to face with another school jock. Harry was his name and you expected him to make fun of you then and there, too. But instead, he wrapped you in a tight hug and told you he was sorry. “Well, yeah, he’s a jerk, but that was even too low for him and I can’t tell you how sorry I am. For him doing that and for me being friends with him. I don’t even know why I hang out with them… but I’m definitely not longer going to. — I’d rather hang out with you anyway.”
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Niall:
The final bell just rang and you walked out of the building to the sports field, deciding to do your homework there and not at home. It was sunny and warm outside, so it was definitely better than doing your homework in a close room. Besides, football practice was at the same time. Which meant a lot of hot, sweating guys running around half naked. Even though you knew none of them would find you as attractive as you find them. None of them would want to date a bookworm. Right? But catching a glimpse wouldn’t hurt anyone you thought and took a seat under an oak tree, spreading your papers in front of you as the footballers walked out onto the field. First they did some warm-up exercises, before starting a game, where you couldn’t help staring at them now and then. You were just solving an equation, when suddenly the ball rolled infront of your feet and a guy yelled, “HEY GEEK! RECKON YOU COULD KICK THE BALL BACK WITHOUT HURTING YOURSELF?” You would have kicked it back to him, if he wouldn’t have insulted you. But he did, so you decided to ignore him and solve your math problem instead. Suddenly someone stepped on all your papers and you gasped. It was none other than Niall Horan, the skipper, who also had just yelled at you. He stood there smirking down at you, laughing, “Not able to read your work anymore, nerd?” as he picked up the ball. You never where the one to lose your ground and yell at other people, let alone insult them, but in that moment you couldn’t help yourself. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” you screamed and stood up, “I WAS WORKING ON THAT FOR LIKE ONE FUCKING HOUR!! AND JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE TOO STUPID TO EVEN ADD 12 TO 34 DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN FUCKING STEP ON MY PAPERS WHICH I WORKED HARD ON! YOU’RE SUCH A WANKER! I HATE YOU! FUCK YOU!” You quickly grabbed your bag and walked off, leaving your muddy papers and a dumbfounded Niall behind you. You just rounded the corner of the building when suddenly your back was pressed to the wall and soft lips landed on yours, kissing you passionately. Pulling apart, you saw it was Niall, who didn’t look that much of a dick anymore. “I’m sorry” he breathed before giving your lips a final peck and running back to the field. Now you were the dumbfounded one.
