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One Shot. Brooke/Harry - vampirebunnyslippers

“Brooke! BROOKE!Get your ass down here right now!” I opened my door and the screaming from my mother grew louder. I frowned slightly. Great. What did I do wrong now?

          As I made way down the grand stair case in our house that connected our two floors, I braced myself for what was yet to come.

          “Yes mom?” I asked.

          “Un-fucking-believable! How fucking hard is it to do the dishes!” She yelled at me.

          I looked over at the sink. There was one plate in the sink and she was going n about not doing the dishes.

          “But Mom I-”

          “No buts! You stupid child! If you think your getting anywhere in life by sitting on your ass and going on tumblr all the time, you've got another thing coming! Now do the fucking dishes!” She said as she picked up a plate and threw it at the ground.

          I braced myself as shards of glass flew everywhere.

          “Clean it up. I'm going out for the night.”

          I frowned, doing as my mother asked me. I watched as she left the house. I swept up the glass, being careful not to step on anything. Once I finished, there was a knock at the door.

          I made my way to the door and peered through the peep hole. I smiled slightly then opened up he maroon colored door.

          “Hey Brookie.” The familiar voice said before coming inside.

          “Hi Harry.” I replied.

          His gaze looked down at the dust pan full of broken glass in my hand.

          “Someone have an accident?” He asked, and I shook my head going back to the kitchen.

          “My mom just went ape-shit on me again. No surprise there.” I said with a frown as I emptied the dust pan into the garbage bin.

          “Well! Now that Hazza is here, we an have some fun, and forget about her! How about a movie marathon with your best friend?” He offered.

          I didn't object to the idea, and soon I found myself upstairs in my room with him, searching through the thousands of movies I owned. I ended up picking Easy A. After putting the disc in the dvd player, I burrowed under the covers with Harry next to me. We were so close it wasn't weird being in the same bed as him.

          Harry had been my best friend for years. Before the whole X-Factor ordeal in fact. We didn't have a lot of time to spend together anymore, so when we got together, we made it count. Whenever I was upset, we'd always have a movie marathon. It was like a tradition.

          Harry's arms had found themselves around me, holding onto me tightly. The scent of his cologne was mild, not to strong. It had a sweet odor to it that sent a warmth through my body.

          “I miss this..” Harry's low rocky tone said quietly.

          “I miss being with you, and holding you, and just.. you in general Brooke.” I felt my lips for a small smile.

          “You do?” I asked looking up into his beautiful green orbs. He nodded.

          Harry Leaned down close to my face with a small smile. He licked his lips as I watched him row closer to me, enclosing the space between our faces.

          Okay, I have to admit, Harry was my best friend, but I never thought of him in a romantic way. But what could be the worst thing that could happen? I mean, he wasn't unattractive or anything. On the contrary, Harry was far from unattractive. His curly hair was a nice mixture of medium to light brown, his cute little dimples he had that always crept out when he smiled. His green eyes were beyond beautiful.

          I was brought back to reality when I felt Harry's lips come in contact with mine. His lips were soft. He must of forgotten to shave because the little amount of stubble he had around his lips hurt slightly as it rubbed against my soft skin.

          I found myself under Harry in a few minutes as the kiss progressed from soft and sweet to rough and experimental. Harry's tongue had found it way into my mouth, and our tongues battled as we kissed. I felt butterflies grow in my stomach as his hand made it's way up and down my side gently under my shirt.

          'Was this really happening?' I thought to myself.

          I moved one of my hands up the back of Harry's neck and to the back of his head. I took a handful of his curls into my hand and tugged on it gently, but not to hard. A moan escaped his lips and into my mouth as we kissed, a result to my action.

          I felt him press his hips down into mine gently. A small sense of pleasure coursed through my body and soon I let out a moan of my own against Harry's lips. I drew one of my legs up and wrapped it around Harry, pulling him into my body more.

          I opened my eyes for a second and looked up at his green orbs staring back down at me. He had a grin on his face, but not his usual cheeky grin. No, this  have never seen him do before. I swallowed hard nervously.

          “Wanna know a secret?” He asked in almost a whisper.

          I nodded my head, unable to speak.

          “I'm in love with my best friend. and I've waited or this moment for the longest time.”

           I felt my throat tighten from happiness.

          “I love you too, Harry.” I responded.

          I took this chance to take one of the most breath taking moments of my life before he spoke once more.

          “Come morning light, you and I will be safe, and sound.” He sang to me softly before getting lost in each other.

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One Shot. Kaylee/Zayn Malik. -hellohoneybadger

I slouched back in my the hard theater seat as one of my fellow class mates sang on stage. I attended a performing arts school Called Atlantic Academy, located in London England. It was nothing fancy, but it was pretty hard to get into.

          “Alright, alright Vanessa stop. Please. I've had enough.” The voice of my professor filled the room. He stood up and shook his head.

          “You lack the emotion. Music is about self expression, it's a perfect way to let go of all of your emotions, thoughts, and just let loose. I see none of that  in you Vanessa.” Professor Peters said in disgust.

          “Thank you for trying..” He said becoming frustrated.

          'Man, this guy really needs to get laid.' I thought to myself. But honestly, I think the chances of Him actually getting laid would be one in a million. Professor Marshall Peters was a middle aged man. I'm guessing around fifty three years old. His hair, or what was left of it anyways, was jet black with random strands of gray in it.

          “People, please! Give me something to work with! Ahh, Boys! I'm glad you could make it.” He trailed off looking at the door.

          I turned my head over to the door as five teenage boys walked down one of the isle's of the enormous theater.

          “Hello Marshall.” The one in the stripes said. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the stage. I watched as the tanned one in a plaid button down shirt hugged my professor.

          “Class, meet my Nephew and the rest of his band. This is Zayn, Niall, Harry, Louis and Liam. Better known as...”

          “ONE DIRECTION!” Vanessa screamed from beside me. I rolled my eyes and groaned in disgust.

          “Yes. These boys are here to show you guys how to let yourself go while you perform. Go on then lads.” He said motioning to the stage.

          They all hopped up on it and I watched, not really caring about them at all, unlike my fellow class mate. The started singing What makes you Beautiful. Great.

          I didn't particularly hate these boys, but their type of music was my style. I watched as Zayn, the professors nephew, let himself go on the stage. Doing little dances and making various motions with his hands.

          Ugh look at him. He acts so cocky.

          “Well done Boys. Like always.” Professor Peters said.

          “Seemed pretty dull to me.” I mumbled.

          Everyones eyes turned to me, along with the professor's and the boys'. I guess I wasn't quiet enough. Shit.

          “Kaylee, come up here. I want you and Zayn to do a duet together of your song. Put on a show for us, or you can take a Zero on this project, your choice.” He said.

          I got up from my seat, my head phones still rested around my neck. I handed the professor my ipod and he plugged it in to the sound system.

          The rest of the boys went and sat down and Zayn handed my another mic. I took it from him and he grinned.

          “Good luck Love.” He said to me.

          I shook my head at him.

          “You know, not everyone is in love with you.” I spat back as the music started.

          “We'll see.” He said.

          I waited for the song to start. U and Ur hand by Pink started playing in the background.

          Zayn started singing first, smiling in my direction every few moments.

          He thinks he's going to get to me with that smile... that beautiful smile of his, he's got another thing coming. The music changed and I began to sing.

          “You're in the corner with your boys, you bet them five bucks, you get the girl that just walked in, but she thinks you suck! We didn't get all dressed up just for you too see, so quit spillin your drink on me!”

          I walked over to Zayn, enclosing the space between us. As I got closer, I noticed his eyes. I mean really noticed. They were a beautiful dark brown. Zayn smiled watching my expression.

          “You know you are,  high fivin' and talkin' shit, but your going home alone tonight aren't ya?” I sang to him. I smirked and winked at him then turned away from him and began to sing to the rest of the audience I had.

          “Cause I'm not here for your entertainment! You don't really wanna mess with me tonight. Just stop and take a second, I was fine before you walked into my life! Cause you know it's over, before it began. Keep your drink just give me the money, its just you and your hand tonight.” I finished singing.

          I took a deep breath and everyone started clapping.

          “Well done!”The professor said. The bell chimed and I set down the mic on the stand. I walked over to my seat and grabbed my stuff, then made my way to the door.

          “Kaylee wait!” I heard a voice call out. I turned to see Zayn standing behind me.

          “Can I maybe walk you to your dorm?” He asked hopeful.

          Whats the worse that could happen really? Give him a chance. I nodded and we went off.

          The whole way we talked. About singing, friends, just stuff. I got to my door and turned to him.

          “Well thanks for walking me.” I said as I turned to walk into my room.

          “Hey, do you think maybe you'd like to have dinner with me sometime?” He asked.

          “Sure.” I said. We exchanged numbers and Zayn smiled.

          “It was terrific meeting you Kaylee.” He said and kissed my cheek.

          Oh boy, his lips were really soft.

          “You too..” I trailed off.

          “I'll see you tomorrow night.” He said backing away slowly.

           I nodded and walked into my room. After closing the door I leaned against it and reality sunk in.

          “Holy shit, I have a date with Zayn Malik.”

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