Choose your own One Direction Adventure

Your POV:

“I wanted a little different style than what I normally wear daddy.” I smile sweetly at him, as he rolls his eyes at me.

“You don’t need to change anything honey.”

Thanks dad.” I get up and kiss him on top of his head, making my way out of the house and down the street to school.

It was a little hot out today as I could feel the heat already getting trapped inside my sweatshirt. I hurry my pace so I can get into the nice cool building before I started sweating like a crazy person.

As I get to the school property I can see people milling about, no one really wanting to head in yet, that is except for me. I march right on up the stairs and into the building. The cool breeze hitting my face felt like heaven to me. I smile as my body starts to cool down.

Gazing around I realized I didn’t know what I was going to do now. I didn’t know who I should talk to or what I should do, so I just started walking up and down the hallways of the school.
It was peaceful, no lockers slamming, kids screaming and laughing, no pushing or throwing things, just complete silence.

I notice a teacher just turn the corner into my hallway, a teacher I specifically didn’t like, if he saw you, he would talk and talk and talk. I spun around on my heels and made a bee line out of there and straight into an empty classroom. I nervously sit down, waiting to see if he has followed me, until I heard some moaning from the side, “Uhhh.”

I got up and snuck over, looking around, but seeing no one, when I spotted someone from the corner of the room, sitting down on the floor. I hurried over, thinking he was hurt, “You okay?” I yelled out, skidding to a stop in front of him, “Oh…” I trailed off.

He froze in terror, as I watched him, zip his pants up real quick, shoving his phone in his pocket, “What, what are you doing in here?” he stuttered nervously.

I smirked, “What is Mr. Popular Niall doing in here, playing by himself?” I teased.

“Shut up!” he hissed.

I waltzed over and trailed my hands down his stomach. I didn’t think I could be so bold, but I was curious about what he was looking at, and you know, curiosity killed the cat. He stopped, going red in the face, I trailed them to the hem of his pants, “Wha-what are you doing?” he whispered out seductively.

“I quickly slipped my hands in his pocket and yanked his phone out, “Getting this!” I skipped out of his reach, flicking open the phone.

“No! Don’t look at that…” he stopped as I gazed at the phone, dropping my jaw.

What I saw plastered on his phone wasn’t porn wasn’t some weird fetish, but it was me. I was the person he was enjoying himself to in this empty classroom.

Tell him off: Go to chapter 56: You’re Fucking Sick!

Ask him, “So this is what you get off to Niall?” Go to chapter 57: Dirty Deeds

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