Nobody Compares [l. tomlinson]

c h a p t e r t w e n t y f i v e

Florence shoves her purple Nike duffle bag at the corner by the bed in the guest's room of Zayn's house. She unzips it and starts putting some of her clothes by the nearby small closet to avoid wrinkles on them. She carefully pulls out her make-up bag and lays the different types of materials right by the bedside table. She looks around the beige-painted room before taking one deep breath and heading outside.

"Thanks for letting me stay in here, babe", Florence chirps at Zayn who is at his phone, sitting by the sofa. Florence goes over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she gives small pecks by his sculpted jawline. "You're so gorgeous, babe", she purrs into his ear seductively.

Zayn slightly shivers at the compliment, "And you're so hot. If you aren't going to stop that, I might be able to not resist the urge of just taking you here", he teases and she playfully pouts, knowing she can't after she had promised Louis not to do such thing with Zayn anymore.

"I love you so much.", she says before giving him a small peck by the nose, making his heart flutter, his eyes shine brighter, his heart racing faster.

"I love you too.", he says before he locks his lips with hers.

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Florence carefully rolls Zayn over by the opposite side, making sure not to wake him up. She slowly rolls the duvet over and gets into her feet, feeling the cold tiles against the soles of each of her foot. She goes over to a cabinet hanging by the wall full of books. She runs her finger through each, carefully reading the title which are mostly his diaries by year. She stops on the year that had caught her eye, Diary 2007, the very same year in which she started despising him after the horrendous act made by Zayn.

Florence pulls out the small book, as she takes a spot near the bed and take a seat on it. She looks over at Zayn for one last time, who is still slightly snoring and looks like he's dead asleep. Florence takes a deep breath, preparing herself for whatever this small book that contained Zayn's feeling might bring to her. She opens it slowly, and started looking by the dates, skimming through each pages before stopping by September 17, 2007; the day that another school year started.

1st day of school right now! Aah, bummer. I h8 this, but I gotta go, now that I've saw this hot gal which I think is just the same grade as me over here who goes on the same class with me to Calculus. Well, let's just hope she ain't be a bitch or something...

Florence gasps at the word, "Am I really such a b-word?", she thought to herself as she looks over by the next page which skipped over by almost a week.

September 24, 2007

Aight, her name's Melissa.... And let me tell you, she's really awesome, cool, smart, beautiful... you name it. Sadly, I can't be with her. And that's the most fucked up part about all of this. Everyone would, of course, expect me to date someone like a queen bee or royalty but I want more than just a girl with tons of make-up on and pom-poms taped by her palms. I want someone who is pretty extraordinary, and she is totally that. I just don't even get it why she isn't that well-known...

She is much more than all of that.

Florence feels her heart flutter by his words, but she isn't convinced. "Is this some sort of his trick again?", she thought to herself. "If he liked me, then he wouldn't have done that inexplicable thing to me", she whispers so low to herself. She flips the next page over.

September 29, 2007

I wish I could have been someone else, someone who can do anything without getting worried that they're going to be watched because I knew I wouldn't be. Why did I even agree to join a clique at the first place? Now, she's my game for this week. I should get her to bed by the end of the week. I would never want to do that, hell no, I would never ever do that. But what is there to do? That's the only choice since Niall and Harry are blackmailing me, through this way. It's either this or I'd have to spend the rest of my life as a miserable lone human being.

I wish I could warn her just so that she wouldn't get hurt and she would be prepared, but that's the thing about this whole thing, I should hurt and break girl's hearts. Way to go, Zayn.

But unlike of all the girls I had been with... Melissa is different. She was unique, in a way, it's very hard to start explaining her. There are a millions of letters in the English language and hell, not even one of them can be used in a sentence together to start explaining her.

Nobody compares to her...

[ A/N : Hey guys :) What's up? Been a while since I last updated, eh? Massive sorry for that anyways...

Hmmm, my schedule is pretty hectic so my updates would take pretty long but not that long, maybe a week or two :) So please bear with me aha Heyyy, I'm young okay lol :) xoxo

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