WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL (One-Direction Fan-fic)

#respectClaire

Claire’s POV

We got home, and I might add safetly. Because Camille kept screaming and maybe the driver found her weird, because he kept shaking him, telling Zayn was the cutest boy in the world, totally fangirl-mode. We just sighed.

I was tired after today’s event. But I was happy after I met Zayn, I quickly googled to see who was he and the rest of the boys, then I watched their youtube posts starting from the X-factor to where they were now. My was he funny. I decided to follow them on twitter. I was pretty bored so I just scrolled through  my notifications:

Zayn Malik followed you on Twitter.

Oh shi!! He just followed me, my notifications went crazy! And I got a lot of followers by then..

I scrolled down and saw that he mentioned me:

@Zayn MAlik: met a beautiful girl at starbucks @Claire_14

Picture: me and him smiling.

It got a lot of tweets like:

Omg Zayn,, she is beautiful!!

Who’s she? She is pretty!!

Beautiful indeed.!

But there were also hates:

She doesn’t dserve you.

Ugly.Slut,

Slut.Bitch.

.. I got used being bullied but it still hurts. But then when I was about to cry. My phone beeped, cignaling I got a notification on twitter:

@zaynMAlik: please don’t hate her (@claire_14), she isn’t a slut or a bitch. But a very beautiful person. If you hate her, you are insecure. And not a true fan. #RespectClaire.

Pretty soon it got trending, woah these people do care? I don’t know, but sure is good seeing people defending you.

I smiled at his tweet, then my phone ringed.

It was Zayn. I answered the call:

 “Hey, im sorry about what happened earlier,”

“Trust me Zayn its ok.”

“Are you sure you’re alright love?”

I smiled when everytime he calls me love.

“positive,,,”

“see, I can feel you smiling.” Then he laughed

“How bout I treat you out tomorrow?” he added

“Sure.”

“Ok, same place, where we first met on 12?”

“Ok, then.”

“Bye love, take care.”

“Bye.” And I hung up.

Camille barged in my room. The she hugged me.

“Why, whats wrong?” I asked her.

“Are you sure you’re ok?”

“im ok,.”

“You heard about it, didn’t you?” I asked her.

“Yeah, they’re the sluts. Not you!”

“Its okay cous. I got years of bullying. Im used to it.”  I said giving her a smile.