One Direction One Shots

The Boy in the Striped Shirt

How could he do this to me? I couldn’t believe it. I scowled at the ground as I kicked some dirt around with my foot. A pigeon landed next to me on the bench I was sitting on, and I waved my hand in front of it, trying to make it go away.

“Rita, I don’t think I can do this anymore,” Matt says to me.

“What are you talking about?” I ask in confusion. He used my real name, so he must want to talk about something very serious.

“I’m talking about us. Our relationship. Rita, I’m breaking up with you.” And just like that, I felt my heart break.

“After two years?” I say to him in shock. I just couldn’t believe it. He was throwing away 2 whole years of our relationship.

“I just think that we should see different people. We can still be friends,” he says softly.

“No. Just forget it,” I say as I run out of his house. And to think, I was going to say that I loved him for the first time.

“Stupid,” I say to myself. How could anyone ever like a person like me? I feel tears well up in my eyes and slide down my cheeks, and I quickly brush them away.

“Hey, are you okay?” a concerned voice asks me. I look up to find a pair of green eyes peering at me curiously. He was wearing a striped shirt and red pants, an odd combination. He sat down beside me, looking at me with concern.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” I say quickly. I then realize that I was talking to Louis Tomlinson.

“Are you sure? Because I just saw you crying…” he trails off. “You want to talk about it?”

So here I was, explaining my dilemma to the famous Louis Tomlinson, part of One Direction. What made me tell him, I have no idea.

“Well he doesn’t deserve someone as beautiful as you if he’s willing to throw away 2 years of a relationship in the trash. You deserve someone better,” he says stubbornly.

“Who would want to have a girlfriend like me?” I say sadly.

“I would,” he states simply.

I look over at him, his green eyes staring into mine. We both lean forward and our lips touch, sparks flying from this short little kiss.

“Jane, I can show you that I would never give up on you, if you would just say yes to being my girlfriend,” he says to me as we pull apart.

“Of course, Lou,” I say with a smile.

“Jane?” a familiar voice says. I look up and see Matt, a small smile on his face. “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have broken up with you. I’m sorry. Will you take me back.”

“Sorry, but you were too late,” Lou says beside me. He stands up, helping me up too.

“I took your advice Matt. I met a different person,” I say with a smirk.

So Lou and I walk away, hand in hand, leaving a shocked Matt behind. I was happier than I have ever been, and it was all because of the boy in the striped shirt.