Fix You- A One Direction Fan Fiction

Meanwhile, Back at the...First Ranch?

OH, Hi there.

Zoie Here.

I'm quite bored.

I wish somebody *cough bradfordbadgurl23 cough* would show me a video...

HINT HINT

Alright, enough with that.

Here's an update!

Enjoy the *cough gorgeous* picture of Nialler!

tehe

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Genevieve's POV

Things were going quite well, if I do say so myself.

Every now and then, I would look over to Niall and find him staring adoringly in my direction.

I would act creeped out just to see him squirm, but I was touched. Also, when he wasn't looking, I'd stare at him.

Aren't we such a pair?

I've decided that I like him. He's extremely attractive. Extremely extreme. His bleached blonde hair kept me in a near permanent state of swoon. His eyes melted me like butter. They were so sweet and blue like... something blue. His accent made me happy just hearing it.

And the best part, he had no idea how beautiful he was.

It was humbling. I went by the universal rule that I was amazing no matter what people said about me, to my face or behind my back. And here, on a freaking merry go round, sat an international pop star who was more self conscious than Emily Osment in Cyberbully.

I could probably help him. I could teach him the ways of the Genevieve.

Oh, good idea, me!

Step One, compliments.

"So, what's cookin, good lookin?' I ask him.

"Hanging out with a cute girl," he replied nonchalantly.

Niall! You're not supposed to complinment me back! That's beside the point! No. I don't think so.

Ugh. Men sometimes.

"Awwwwwwww, Niall you're so sweet!" I pinched his cheek.

"Not as sweet as you," he replied. Ooooooooh he did not just call me sweeter than him.

This means war.

"Oh I beg to differ," I pressed.

"Well I beg to differ more," he raised his eyebrows.

It took all I had not to give him the "Genevieve Lancastor Death Stare".

"Well you're blonde," I pointed out.

He flicked a lock of my hair. "And you're brunette,"

"You're eyes are prettier than mine," I retorted. He blinked.

"You're teeth are better than mine,"

I laughed. "Niall, we both have braces! See!" I smiled to prove my point.

He laughed. "Well the color of your rubber bands is cooler than mine,"

I raised an eyebrow. "Pink?"

"Errrr... yeah." He looked unsure.

"You sure?" I asked and smiled, showing off my pink braces.

"Yes," he nodded.

"How come you don't have color in yours?" I asked and pointed to his teeth.

"Ehhhmm, I didn't want them to stand out," he replied, obviously embarassed.

"Well I think they work for you, Niall," I said softly and he blushed.

Ha. I won.

Genevieve prevails, as usual.

Niall's POV

Plenty of girls have complimented my braces, which I hated, but Genevieve just sounded so... genuine.

I was blushing. Great.

Gen noticed. "Awwww! I made you blush!" she hugged my waist. I wrapped my arm around her protectively.

So there we were, cuddling on the merry go round.

The only way this moment could have possibly been more perfect was if there was ice cream.

"Want to go for some ice cream?" I looked down to Genevieve.

She laughed. "Are you kidding me? Yes!"

I hopped down from the merry go round and held out my hand. She clasped it and leapt off the platform.

Her foot snagged on one of the railings and she fell, but I managed to catch her.

"Damn," she whispered and looked into my eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked.

She nodded and quickly kissed my forehead, then ran off giggling.

She didn't get far because I grabbed her hand, pulled her into my arms, and smashed my lips into hers.

It was the best moment in my life since my first time at Nando's.

When I finally pulled away, I saw that she had her fingers to her lips and her eyes wide.

I quickly ran away, and she recovered enough to chase me.

"Woah, Niall, uncalled for," she laughed.

I shrugged and put my arm around her.

We stayed like this the entire walk back to her room.

It was only 3 blocks, but still.