Cringy One Direction Oneshots

3rd Of December

A/N: Inspired by Heather by Conan Gray. The wheel really seems to like Zayn, so here we go :P Also short cuz I wrote this when I couldn't sleep.

Y/n's Pov~

The date was the 3rd of December. Maybe it wasn't important for you, but that day is what changed everything for me.

I remember the way your sweater felt on my skin. It smelled like you, and in a way, it was comforting. It kept me warm from the harsh nipping winds as we walked down the boardwalk together. You had told me it looked better on me than it did you.

Your hand was closed in around mine, and I could feel you brush your fingertips over my knuckles with every paced step you took. I was content.

Oh, how I wanted to tell you how much I liked you.

Maybe if I had said something that day, things would have turned out differently. Though, I guess I'll never know.

I watched your gaze fall onto her. Your eyes traced over every inch of her. Taking in her beauty. She was stunning. She was a sight for sore eyes, no doubt. Eyes brighter than a blue sky. At that moment, I knew, it was over.

Even as she passed, I could tell that she had you whipped. You were mesmerized by her. There was a look in your eyes. A look that not once you have ever shown me.

Not when you gave me your sweater.

Not when you held my hand.

Not even when you kissed me.

And I know I'll never be even half as pretty as she is, but did you have to make it hurt so badly?

You gave her your sweater. The same one you had lent me. I knew the stupid thing was only polyester, so why did I care so much?

And then I realized it wasn't the sweater. It was because I could tell that you liked her better.

So, I sat and watched as she held your hand as the two of you watched the sunset at the end of the pier. Saw as you put your arm around her shoulder, and she leaned into it. I felt the skin that was once shielded by your sweater get nipped at by the harsh winds. But it wasn't the winds that made me feel so cold.

I wanted to be her. I wanted what she had. I wanted you.

But how on Earth could I hate her? She's such an angel. She's seemingly perfect. Blue eyed blondie. Everything I wished I could have.

But, then again, I wouldn't mind if she were dead.

I keep thinking about that moment. The moment I felt everything crumble beneath my feet. The moment she walked by. A sight for sore eyes. Those blue eyes that I'll never forget. How she had you so mesmerized in a matter of seconds.

"But why would you ever kiss me?" "That was a while ago, Y/n." There was nothing behind your voice.

I'm not even half as pretty...

"You gave her your sweater." I said, tears brimming my eyes.

"It's just polyester?" You said, annoyed.

"But you like her better." I said, barely above a whisper.

That was one of the last conversations I had with you. And now I sit standstill, watching the things that could've been had I just been a bit quicker.

With a sigh, I wipe off my tears with the arms that were once wearing the sleeves of your sweater.

"I wish I were Heather."

A/N: I know Zayn's name doesn't show up here even once, but the wheel decided it was going to be his oneshot, so deal with it. Anyway, we've got a lot more in the drafts, it's just I'm lazy and a procrastinator so they take a while to write, so enjoy these little fillers. :)