The One Direction Academy

~I didn't come up with the name The One Direction Academy I saw a picture and I felt like writing a story about it~ Lola Montez had to go to a, well, special school. She had to go because her friends Stella McKenzie, and Toni Honey were going. Stella, and Toni are directioners. Lola is a Sheerio. They go to the school and get a little surprise. It's a One Direction school. It is called The One Direction Academy. The principal is called Mr. Cowell. There are five teachers everybody likes. Mr. Styles (the english teacher), Mr. Horan (the choir teacher), Mr. Payne (the maths teacher), Mr. Tomlinson (the drama teacher), and Mr. Malik (the art teacher). Who will Lola fall for? Who will Stella fall for? Who will Toni fall for?

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8. Tomlinson Won This Round

Lola's P.O.V.

"Hey, Lola!" I heard a Zayn Malik voice say behind me.

"Hey, Zay-I mean-Mr. Mal-I mean-Oh." I said, not being able to figure out what exactly to call him.

"How about," he said. "Hmm . . . how about whenever we're not in class, or around any other students or teachers, you call me Zayn."

"Perfect!" I said. Then thought of something. "What about the other boys?"

"Around them, call me Zayn." he said.

"Got it." I said, giving him the thumbs up. He smiled, then grabbed my arm. He turned me around and we started to walk down the hall.

"So, how was I?" he said. I looked at him funny.

"With what?" I asked.

"Oh god! Don't think dirty Montez!" he said, using my last name which I thought was cute. "In class!"

"Oh! In class, you were really good!" I said laughing.

"I forgot to ask . . . is it okay if I called you Montez?" he asked for approval that I just had to give to him.

"As long as I can call you Malik." I smiled. His face lit up which I found adorable. We walked to his room. "Um . . . Malik, am I aloud to come in?"

"Montez, course you can. My room, my rules." he said, which made me laugh a bit. I walked in, and started to walk around. His room was perfectly clean. It had a black double bed with white pillows. Normal gray carpet, with black dressers. The black dressers had silver handles, one had a mirror above it, the other had a lamp and some books and a picture frame. The picture frame held a picture of him, a man around 30 or 40, a woman around the same age, another woman around 20ish, a girl around 15ish, and another girl around 13ish.

"Who are they?" I asked him. He walked over to me.

"My family," he said. He picked it up and pointed to each of them.

"My father, Yaser" he pointed to the man.

"My mother, Tricia" he pointed to the older woman.

"My older sister, Doniya" he pointed to the younger woman.

"My younger sister, Waliyha" he pointed to the older girl.

"My other younger sister, Safaa" he pointed to the younger girl.

"Nice names." I said to him. He looked at me and smiled.

"I know right." he said, I started giggling. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward his bed. He sat down, then he pulled me down next to him.

"Hey, Montez." he said, awkwardly.

"Hey, Malik?" I said questionably.

"I . . . um." he said. Then he started to lean in to me. Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! What do I do?! Okay, maybe, lean in too? I did as my mind told me, and leaned in as well. Our lips touched. His were nice, soft, and warm. I felt all tingly inside.

But that moment was just to good to last. The door opened.

"What's going on!?" a high Doncaster voice said, angrily I should say, behind us. I jumped up, as Zayn looked, unsuccessful.

"Louis!" I gasped. He looked at me. Instead of being furious, his eyes got watery. He turned around and stormed out. I looked down at Zayn, then up at the door. Once I started to walk out, I felt a hand go on my wrist. I turned around to see Zayn holding on to me.

"Leave him." he commanded.

"No, Zayn." I said, pulling my arm out of his grasps. "He needs someone."

I quickly walked out of his room, just to catch up with Louis. I found him sitting down just outside of his room, leaning on the wall. His legs were pressed against his chest,  and his head was in between his knees. He was silently weeping into them.

"Louis?" I said walking up to him. He ignored me.

I sighed. Then sat down next to him. I put my hand on his shoulder and rubbed it. What I remembered my mum used to do, when she was alive.

"D-Did you l-like it?" he asked me. I was guessing he meant the thing between me and Zayn.

"Kind of." I said. Just to make him happy I said. "Not as good as I thought it would have been."

He looked up at me, with tears running down his cheeks. I was astonished to see that he could smile through them.

"You think that I might be able to do better?" he asked.

"I don't know." I said. "Maybe if you wipe those tears off your face."

"Like this?" he said sarcastically. He started to wipe them off.

"Yup! Like that." I said, smiling. He got up. Then offered his hand to me. I took it, and he helped me up.

"Don't let go." he said as I was just about to let go.

"Okay, I won't." I said. He opened his door with his other hand. Then he pulled me into his room and shut it. I broke his rule, and let go. Only to check out his room though. His room was very different then Zayn's. His room had the usual gray carpet. There was a white bed with, like, 6 white pillows. Next to the bed there was a glass nightstand. On the nightstand there was a cool lamp thing. Next to the lamp there was a picture frame (something him and Zayn had in common). In the picture it was him, a woman around 40ish(she was lying down in a hospital bed), a young girl around 16ish, another young girl around 14ish, two little girls that look like twins (they looked like they were about 10ish), and two little infants (they were in the woman's arms). There was a white dresser with silver handles on the other side of the room.

"Who are they?" I asked him, pointing to the picture. He walked over to me and picked up the picture.

"That is my mum, Johanna Poulston. Jay is her nickname." he said pointing to the woman in the bed.

"That is my younger sister number 1, Charlotte Tomlinson. We call her Lottie." he pointed to the girl next to him and Johanna.

"That is my younger sister number 2, Félicité Tomlinson. We all call her Fizzy." he pointed to the young girl next to Charlotte and Johanna.

"That is younger sister number 3, Phoebe Tomlinson." he pointed to the young girl next to Johanna, opposite him.

"Younger sister number 4, Daisy Tomlinson. Her and Phoebe are twins" he pointed to the little girl next to Phoebe and Johanna.

"So there's Johanna 'Jay' Poulston, your mum. Charlotte 'Lottie' Tomlinson, your sister. Félicité 'Fizzy' Tomlinson, your other sister. Phoebe and Daisy Tomlinson, your twin sisters." I clarified. He nodded. I pointed to the infants in Johanna's arms. "Who are they?"

"I was just getting to them, they are also twins. Boy and girl. The boy's name is Ernest Deakin. The girl's name is Doris Deakin." he said. 

"Big family." I said. He nodded.

"Yeah, I have another sister named Georgia Austin." he said.

"Holy shit, Louis! How many sisters? 6? Wow." I said overwhelmed. 

"Yeah, now about before." he said. 

"What about before?" I said, flirtatiously. He smiled his flawless smile. 

"How Zayn wasn't as good of a kisser that you'd expected him to be. How I asked you if I could have done better. How you said: 'I don't know." he did his share of flirting. I walked backwards until I was against the wall. He moved closer to me until our foreheads were touching.

"Oh that!" I said, more excitedly then I wanted. 

"Well, let's put that kissing thing to the test. Yeah?" he said turning his head to the side. 

"Yeah." I turned my head the opposite way. His lips found their way to mine, and before I knew it we were making out.

His kiss was a lot more different them Zayn's. While Zayn's was smooth and slow. Louis' was rough and fast. Not the bad rough, the good kind of rough. The kind of rough that made me want to rip off his shirt and fuck him hard. 

He pulled away.

"Do you wanna?" he asked me.

"Of course I wanna." I said. He moved into the kiss again. This time his hands found their way to the bottom of my stripped kind of crop top. He pulled it off showing my black bandeau. My hands moved to his gray shirt and we broke apart so I could pull it off. Then we started to kiss again. We broke apart. He undid the buttons to my high-waisted black shorts. Then I undid the button, unzip the zipper, and pulled down his pants. He threw me on the white blanket of his bed. 

Well, you all know what happens next.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~little note~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hey guys! That chapter was so much fun to write! Who do you guys think should date first? 

Zola? Or Loula?

Write down in the comments what you think. 

Oh! And these are the ages of Zayn and Louis' families.

Zayn:

Dad- Yaser Malik- I couldn't find it. I just saw a picture and guessed.

Mum- Patricia/Tricia Brannan- she is around 44.

Sister- Doniya Malik- she is around 22.

Sister- Waliyha Malik- she is around 13.

Sister- Safaa Malik- she is around 11.

Louis:

Mum- Johanna "Jay" Poulston- she is 40.

Sister- Charlotte "Lottie" Tomlinson- she is 15 almost 16. She is Louis' half-sister.

Sister- Félicité "Fizzy" Tomlinson- she is 13 almost 14. She is Louis' half-sister.

Sister- Phoebe Tomlinson- she is 10ish. She is Louis' half-sister.

Sister- Daisy Tomlinson- same age as Phoebe, so 10ish. She is Louis' half-sister.

Brother- Ernest Deakin- he is around 2 months. Born February 12 (I think). He is Louis' half-brother.

Sister- Doris Deakin- she is the same age as Ernest, so around 2 months. She is Louis' half-sister.

Almost Step-Father- Daniel Deakin- he is around 31ish.

Father- Troy Austin- around 45. He is Louis' biological dad.

Sister- Georgia Austin- around 15. She is Louis' half-sister.

 

That was the longest chapter I have ever written.

-Mack<3s1d

P.S. the even numbers are written by me. The odd numbers are written by my co-author, LovexxBugxx. 

 

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