One Direction One Shots *NOT TAKING REQUESTS RIGHT NOW*

“Alexander Gorman.” Almost there. “Patricia Harrick.” Two more. “Katelyn Headlow.” So close. “Graham Hean.” Finally. “Stacey Heart.”

          I stand up proudly and walk to the stage. I climb the stairs and look out into the auditorium. I spot my parents and smile. My principal picks up a diploma and hands it to me, and says, “Congratulations Ms. Heart. I always knew you’d do well. Good luck.” I nod and reply, “Thank you, sir. I’ll always remember my time here.” I take my diploma, shake the hands of a few of my teachers, and take my seat once again.

          It seems as though hours went by as the rest of my classmates are called, one-by-one to receive their diplomas. I look down at the piece of paper in my hand and quietly start to thank everyone who has helped me in getting it. All of my teachers, of course, my parents, my little sister, Erica, all of my friends, my dogs, and Zayn. Even though I never got to see him that much anymore, he was still my best friend.

          Zayn used to go to school here with me. We always did everything together, since we first became friends when we were 7 years old. Then, when Zayn was sixteen, he auditioned for the talent show, X Factor. I was so psyched for him when he was voted through to bootcamp. The hardest was probably when he left for Spain with his new band members. I was left here, alone, in Bradford, without my partner in crime. Usually, we could never be seen without the other. However, when One Direction came in third place on the show and they were signed to a record label, we became quite distant.

          We still talked and stuff, we just missed having each other’s company. He left school to pursue his career, and I was left behind, to finish school. He was currently living in London, in flats along with the rest of the boys. I desperately wanted to just move to London after I graduated and get Zayn back in my life, to try to make it a bit more normal, but my parents would not let that happen. Eventually they agreed that if I go to the University of London then I could move there.

          Being the hardworking and determined person I am, I worked my butt of the last year in school getting the grades I needed to get in. I was accepted and I would be leaving in two days into a flat right across the hall from Zayn’s. It had gone up for sale several months ago, before I was even accepted, and Zayn immediately bought it for me. I insisted on paying him the rent for it every month, but he wouldn’t hear of it. I finally gave up on him and sent some money to his mother.

          The last name was called and the principal wished us all a final good luck and farewell. I jumped out of my seat and ran over to my best friend, Veronica. She was crying, along with a bunch of other people. I didn’t see the point in crying, because we all knew that this was coming for several years, and we were all connected via Facebook, so what was the big deal? There are at least 20 parties coming up in the next two weeks where pretty much everybody will see each other again.

          Veronica was beautiful. Every single guy in the grade was drooling over her. She was pale, had contrasting curly black hair that fell to her shoulders. She had piercing blue eyes that could be seen in complete darkness. She was also a great runner. Like me, she was on the track team. Yet I am plain. Simple. Normal. Nothing special. I am tan, have brown hair with natural blonde highlights that goes down to my waist, and blonde highlights. My eyes are somewhere in between blue and green. I also have four ear piercings, much to the dismay of my mother. Veronica tells me I’m skinny and toned perfectly, but sometimes I don’t see myself that way. But I guess every girl has their insecurities.

          I hug Veronica and some of my other friends. Ten of them, including Veronica, are going to the University of London with me. We’re in the same classes and everything. A few weeks previous I’d offered Veronica to come live with me in my flat, because it was a two bedroom. She didn’t want to intrude on me, but I insisted she at least think about it. She pulled me in for another hug and whispered, “By the way, I bought a plane ticket for Monday with you. I’ll come live with you.” I stood back and squealed, “Yay! We are going to have so much fun together!”