Last First Kiss

Nina and Jessa go to see One Direction, later, she slowly falls for Zayn, was it a mistake?

A Liam FanFiction :)


2. Tiff

My mothers name was Megan, Megan FikkleBerger. Silly, so she embraced it. She would giggle and smile and just have fun with her life. Until the accident. My name is Jessa Parkers. My mom was getting married on my birthday, when I turned three. On her way to the salon, she braked for a squirrel, swiveled too far and fell off a small cliff. She died trying to save me, so I always feel guilty for that. The last thing she said was, "I will always love you, bobo." My nickname was Bobo.

Nina's POV

Jessa had that, don't-touch-me-or-I'll-kill-you look on her face, again. "Hey, Jess?" I asked, nervous for the answer. "Omg!! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!" I guess I was wrong. "What if I told you I had tickets to hang out with the boys for one day, one whole day?" Her face turned to the no-'effing-way look. "NINA, NO WAY?!" She squealed. "YEPERDOO!!" I couldn't believe it either. I'm Irish, but I speak with an American accent. My favorite was Niall. Jessa loved Zayn, because he was mysterious. She's British, but speaks with a don't-touch-me-ima-kill- you accent.

Jessa's POV

Shit, what about Harry?! We went to school together, we were dating, Nina didn't know, my sister Tiff knew and Harry knew, thats it. We dated for 7 years. We met in 4th grade. His hair was so soft. I missed running my fingers through his hair, his soft apple-smelling curls, I miss being the popular sweet-hearts, the unbreakable couple, the ones who would kiss sweetly with my neck up all the way and lips puckered and him looking down because I was too short. I still have the picture of us.

Tiff was always the bigger person. She was a badass-sweetheart. She wore bows, but they were grey and covered in black lace. She wore pink... Brass knuckles. She was pretty tall too, so I guess she kinda has to be the 'bigger' person. Ha.
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