Niall: "Study break!" Niall shouts, jumping up suddenly. "Niall, come on, we've only been studying like ten minutes," you groan, laying your head on your opened notebook. "I know, but I'm hungry!" he sighs, looking through the fridge. "But I have a Spanish final TOMORROW!" you reply, looking up at him with slight annoyance. "Fine. How about we study while we snack? I've got an idea..." he grabs a ton of food from the fridge and sets in on the table. "If you can say it in Spanish, we can eat it. Deal?" he looks at you with a smile, proud of his game and you nod. "All right. Go for it," you say, closing your book and watching him intently. He holds up a head of lettuce. "La lechuga," you say simply. He nods and puts the lettuce aside, then picks up a carton of milk. "La leche," you say, proud of yourself for knowing the correct word. "Muy Bueno!" he says. He holds up an apple, "La manzana!" The game continues until there's no more food to name, and it looks like you've got all your Spanish vocab down pat!
Harry: "So the proton has a positive charge and the neutron..." you list off the facts to Harry, where he should be checking your notes to make sure they're right. Instead he's staring at your lips intently. "Harry! Come on! You said if I let you help me study you'd ACTUALLY help study," you moan, snapping your fingers in front of his face. "Ahh! Sorry! Sorry!" he shrugs. "Chemistry is boring, plus you're really distracting." You roll your eyes and raise an eyebrow. "I know chemistry is boring! YOU'RE distracting ME!" you reply. "How about we take a break and study some REAL chemistry?" he says softly, running his hand across your cheek and leaning in for a kiss. Looks like your chemistry studying can wait...
Liam: "I love you," you tell Liam, giving him a quick kiss. After he found out you had a major French test tomorrow, he made you study cards for all the vocabulary. "You're absolutely the sweetest," you tell him. He smiles and shrugs. "It was no big deal, I know how you like studying with flash cards and I had some free time and your notebook..." he says, kissing your forehead. "Ahh! You're perfect," you say, flipping through some of the cards. "Ahh, now say it in french!" he replies, grinning. "Uh...I hope you made a flashcard for that," you laugh, looking through the stack. "Right here," he says, holding up one of the cards. "Parfait."
Louis: "How am I supposed to memorize all the USA state capitals?" you groan and look at the worksheet warily. "Actually, more importantly, WHY do I have to know the state capitals?" Louis hands you a cup of tea and sits across from you. "Make a song," he says, taking a sip of his own Yorkshire Tea. "A song," you reply, looking at him with intrigue. "Yes, a song. Here," he takes your worksheet and looks at it thoughtfully. "Columbus, capital of Ohio," he starts singing, to the tune of WMYB. "Trenton is the capital of New Jer-er-sey." He drums his fingers on the table to the beat. "Richmond is Virginia, Dover's Delaware..." By the end of the late night study session, you know almost all the state capitals and you've got a catchy new song.
Zayn: "Zayn, I have an English test tomorrow," you sigh and toss your English notebook on the table. "I'm good at English," he smiles, opening your book. "Good, then teach me all about past perfect tense." He looks through your notebook thoughtfully, then explains the tense to you in simple terms. After he gives you tons of examples and a very basic definition, you completely understand it. "Wow. You should be my English teacher," you say once he's finished. "Meh," he shrugs then pulls you onto his lap. "If I was your English teacher, I couldn't do this..." he mumbles, pressing his lips against yours. "If you were my English teacher, I'd have an awful grade, I'd be very distracted," you mumble, tracing your hand across his jawline. "I'd give you a good grade, an A+," he smiles, leaning in for another kiss.
