One Direction One Shots (Closed For Now.)

Nicole and Zayn: Perfect.

Again, SORRY for the lateness! I hope you like it, anyway :) Bye bye.

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Nicole and Zayn: Perfect.

Nicole's POV:

"Look, it's Nicole! Everyone hide your mirrors, she might crack them!" Chelsea sneered, getting a laugh off her little posse. My lips pressed tight together as I closed my eyes and tried to ignore them.

"What's the matter, Nicole? Going to tell Mummy? Is she going to plait your hair and tell you it's okay? Baby!" Chelsea's voice rang in my ears.

"Are you going to prom, Nicole? Of course not, who'd ask you to prom? Except maybe a blind guy!" She didn't give up, as I started to walk faster.

"Actually, Nicole. I really like your clothes. They'd be perfect on my granny." At this point I began to run.

"Running to Mummy, Nicole? Or are you going to go get pretty? Oh right! That would take a miracle worker."

"OI!" I didn't stop running as the tears poured down my cheeks. I hid behind a car and watched the scene unfold.

"Oh my God! One Direction!" Chelsea flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"I saw you tear down that girl." Zayn said quietly. "I don't care who you are, but you can't treat someone that way."

My lip trembled.

"But, Zayn! She totally deserved it-" Chelsea began. Zayn held up a hand.

"What's her name?"

"Nicole," Chelsea whimpered.

"Well, leave her alone. You can't say things like that to her. You disgust me."

Zayn turned to walk my way. I darted out from behind the car. I didn't need Zayn Malik pitying me.

"Nicole? Are you Nicole? Hey, wait!" He called.

I ran and hid behind another car. My iPod slipped out of my pocket. I clicked shuffle, and it landed on F*cling Perfect by P!nk.

"Pretty pretty please,

Don't you ever ever feel,

Like you're less than,

F**king perfect.

To me."

I looked up to see Zayn Malik crouching down beside me.

"Nicole?" I nodded.

"Don't let that girl tear you down. Okay?"

"But, maybe she's right. I'm not attractive. She has bragging rights, Chelsea's beautiful." I mumbled.

"I think you're beautiful too." He whispered, kissing my cheek. Then next thing I knew, he was kissing my lips, shooting electrical sparks down me.

"I think you're really beautiful."