Easy For Haters... right? (1D Fanfic) #Wattys2015

Kiss You

(Jodie's P.O.V)
I should be used to this by now. Them leaving me to do their own stupid thing. I don't have my own thing, I love singing but that's Abi's thing. I love shopping but that's Brooke's thing. I love having a laugh and playing pranks but that's Amy's thing and to be honest I probably love whatever Nicole's thing is.
I guess art is my thing but I wouldn't say I'm good at it. I watch art videos all the time to try to learn something but I am just crap. I guess I am okay at cartoons but still not very good. I just am not good at anything, I am a failure at life.
As soon as I got to the art room, I went to my corner. I always go to this corner, it is like it's mine eventhough it probably isn't. I got to my corner to find someones stuff next to the chair and a really good cartoon drawing on the canvas. I walked over to it and looked at it closely. The drawing took me somewher else. I know it sounds crazy but it did. There was so much meaning put into it, it was like this person had a story to tell. It was weird, I was lost in a cartoon.
"Like it?" Said a deep voice behind me.
I turned around to look Zayn Malik right in the eye. Why is he here? And why is here using my easel and canvas? Why was he sitting in my chair? Why did he draw that?
So many questions and I am sure Zayn is not ready for a game of 20 questions yet.
"Do you not talk or something?" He asked chuckling under his breath.
"This is my space!" I said quickly. I didn't really want to talk to him, my day was rubbish enough.
"Sorry, I didn't know you have assigned spaces" He said not even bothering to look at me. Ugh, he was really as bad as he seemed on tv. I guess his eyes were amazing though. And his hair. Wait what am I saying?
"Yeah well, we have so I suggest you get out of my space and go and find your own." I said picking up his canvas and shoving it in his face.
"I also didn't know you were queen around here either." He said laughing at his own comeback.
"Just leave, your not doing anyone any favours." I said grabbing a new canvas and paints.
"There is no-one else here" He said putting his canvas on another easel.
"Will you stop with all your good comebacks and get out!" I said, as I started to paint on my blank canvas. I didn't know what I was going to paint, I just wanted him to get out.
I heard him chuckle behind me. I ignored it until I heard him walk up behind me. I stopped painting and turned around. He was only a few centemetres away from me, I hadn't realised he was so close. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there frozen.
"Thanks, comebacks has been a talent for me since I was little" He said smirking. Then he leaned in.
Yes, you heard me right. LEANED IN!
I didn't know what to do, I was freaking out. All I knew was whatever happened I was not going to let him kiss me, NO WAY!
"Shit!" I heard him yell. I opened my eyes, not knowing what I had done till I saw Zayn with a red face. No Way! I had just thrown my red paint all over him. I giggled, I couldn't help myself.
I closed my eyes now hysterically laughing. I suddenly stopped when I felt something suddenly hit me. I opened my eyes to find Zayn laughing his head off, I looked at my hand to find it covered in pink paint. I HATE the colour pink.I picked up the nearest colour near me and threw it at him. It hit him and now his face had a mix of red and blue on it making purple. I ran behind my easel as he threw the colour green at me. I wasn't fast enough. It hit my back and I tripped over. My leg now also was red from blood. Zayn stopped laughing and came and helped me up.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry, I really didn't mean to" He said looking really worried. I was about to say something until I realise he was still holding my hand. I let go quickly and walked over to my easel.
"It's fine, just don't worry about it." I said clearing up my easel and the paint.
"Are you sure?" He said walking over to me helping me clear up. He's shoulder was brushing against mine and he was a little too close for my liking.
"Just leave me alone! Okay, I don't need your sympathy, I have already had that for the past 2 years of my life and I am fucking sick of it. Just leave me alone!" I said storming outand into the toilets. I felt something trickle down my cheek. I thought it was paint until I looked into the mirror and found a tear instead. Why was I crying? I thought I had got over that but I guess you never get over death.

A/N: Kind of a sad, kind of a happy chapter. Anyway, JODIE TO THE SIDE. Also, what do you think has happened to Jodie? Who do you think she has lost?
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