Louis - History
You're trying to focus on the history lecture about the French Revolution, but Louis, sitting next to you, seems to have other plans. His hand keeps wandering to your thigh under the desk, his fingers tapping as if plotting his next move.
"Louis, stop it," you whisper urgently, but he flashes his signature smirk and whispers back, "What? I'm just studying."
He moves his hand higher, and a surprised noise escapes your throat—too loud to go unnoticed.
The teacher pauses mid-sentence and squints in your direction. "Miss Bowersox, is there something amusing about the storming of the Bastille?"
Louis, trying to stifle his laughter, raises his hand. "Actually, sir, she's just really passionate about revolutions."
The whole class bursts into laughter while your face burns with embarrassment. "You're dead, Tomlinson," you hiss under your breath as he grins, completely unfazed.
Harry - Math
You're halfway through solving a tricky algebra equation when Harry leans closer, placing his hand on your thigh. You glance at him, mouthing, Stop it!
He just grins and whispers, "I'm helping you calculate angles, love."
When his hand shifts higher, you let out a sudden, shaky noise that catches the attention of everyone.
The teacher puts down the marker, turning to face the class. "Is there a problem, Miss Bowersox? Are you struggling with the equation?"
Harry cuts in before you can respond. "Actually, sir, she's just amazed at how I solved for X so quickly."
The entire class erupts into whispers, with a few giggles sprinkled in. You bury your head in your hands as Harry sits back, looking far too proud of himself.
Niall - Science
The teacher is halfway through explaining the parts of a plant cell, but you're finding it impossible to focus because of Niall. His hand rests comfortably on your thigh, his thumb lazily rubbing small circles.
"Niall," you whisper sharply. "Cut it out!"
"Relax, I'm just helping you 'absorb' the information, like osmosis," he jokes, completely unfazed.
When his hand moves higher, you can't suppress a small, startled squeak. The teacher stops mid-sentence, looking straight at you. "Miss Bowersox, do you have something to add about the cell membrane?"
Niall, trying not to laugh, raises his hand. "Actually, miss, she was just practicing her plant sounds. You know, photosynthesis and all that."
The entire class bursts into laughter while you cover your face in mortification. "I'm going to kill you," you hiss as Niall grins, thoroughly amused.
Liam - English Language Arts
You're reading aloud from Romeo and Juliet, trying your best to focus, but Liam's hand keeps sneaking onto your thigh under the desk.
"Liam, stop it," you hiss.
"I'm just getting into character," he whispers back with a smirk.
When his hand slides higher, you accidentally let out a small, breathy noise during your line: "My bounty is as boundless as the sea..."
The teacher looks up sharply, raising an eyebrow. "Miss Bowersox, are you... alright? That didn't sound like Shakespearean passion."
Liam, unable to resist, pipes up. "She's just really moved by the tragedy, Miss."
The class explodes into laughter, and the teacher looks unimpressed. You glare at Liam as your face burns. "You're so lucky I don't slap you right now," you mutter, while he bites his lip to hold in his laughter.
Zayn - Music
The class is working on harmonizing to a simple melody, but Zayn seems to have his own agenda. Sitting next to you at the piano, he places his hand on your thigh, his dark eyes flicking to yours with a smirk.
"Zayn, we're supposed to be practicing," you whisper.
"I am," he murmurs back, "I'm just adding a little rhythm."
When his hand moves higher, you accidentally let out a soft gasp right as the room goes silent.
The teacher immediately looks up. "Miss Bowersox, was that... your attempt at a high note?"
Before you can respond, Zayn casually leans back and says, "Yeah, sir. She's practicing her vibrato. Pretty good, right?"
The entire class bursts into laughter, and you're absolutely mortified as the teacher frowns. Zayn, on the other hand, is beaming with pride at his quick save.
