Broken But Still Sparkling

There's a story behind every person. There's a reason they are the way they are. They aren't just like that because they want to. Something in the past created them, and sometimes it's impossible to fix them. Aria is still grieving after her sister's painful death. When Zayn comes into Aria's life they immediately click, the only thing holding them back are lies, past drama and secrets.


2. One Direction?


I laid in bed channel surfing, debating on what program to watch. I finally decided on the news, figuring I would bore myself into a somewhat deep sleep. For a while, I listened to the robotic voices of the newscasters, rambling on and on about the nice weather to come. Just as I was about to flick the channel and hit the hay, the newscaster began speaking about One Direction. I dropped the remote, my eyes glued to the screen. The newscaster stated the members of One Direction were going to take a year off from crazy tours and long nights and finish up there last year in high school. My jaw immediately dropped, I wasn’t a fan, in fact, and I didn’t even like One Direction, yet still I was remotely interested. The newscaster continued, stating that One Direction would finish up high school in London, specifically Woodside High School. I almost screamed Woodside High was the school I currently attended. I felt almost angry at how much commotion they would cause; our school would be the home of paparazzi and crazy fans. I couldn’t stand the thought, could this year get any worse?


The next morning I woke up earlier than usual, expecting our high school would be jam packed with fans and policemen at every corner. I woke up at five, hoping to arrive at school around six with enough time for breakfast before the commotion began. Once I was satisfied with myself, I walked out the door, letting it slam behind me. I started up my car’s lazy engine and sped off to school. It wasn’t until then that I realized that maybe One Direction at our school would be a good thing. If One Direction were there, there would be a smaller chance people would mob me with “I am sorry for your loss” and “Are you okay?”

            I casually entered the school, hurrying towards my locker. I saw that I was not the only with the same idea I had in mind and saw many other students pacing the halls. I grabbed my books from my locker and ran to grab breakfast. 

Time Passes


School started at seven and I was still extremely early, I looked out the window to see tents camped out in the school’s front lawn and people lounging in plastic chairs waiting for the members of One Direction to arrive. Finally, everyone started to crowd in; crazy obsessed fans and actual students. I glanced out the window to see a slim, dark Lincoln pull up to the school. Two security guards walked out and opened the doors and the band members emerged. The whole school went crazy, running for the doors to get a peak at the band. I stayed back, getting trampled by the mobs of people running towards the Lincoln. I spotted my best friend Victoria from the crowd and waved. Victoria ran towards me, her arms outstretched, as she was about to wrap me in a bear hug.

“How are you?” She murmured softly, concerned. “Your speech was amazing at the funeral you know,” she said, breaking the barrier of silence.

“Thanks,” I replied awkwardly. I know she only meant to make matters better, but bringing up my sister’s death only made the pain seep deeper. 


The school day had almost ended and still I hadn’t gotten the slightest look at the band members. All I had seen was a crowd of girls circling the boys making only the tops of their heads visible. The only head I could actually identify was Harry Styles because he had a mop of thick, brown hair. 

Time Passes


As the first week with One Direction ended, I saw more and more of the boys, of course they were the most popular in all of the school but I actually got to see their faces. Out of all the band members, Zayn was definitely the hottest. Zayn had jet-black hair, always done to perfection and gorgeous big brown eyes I could stare into forever. Not that I like him, he is a total stuck up jerk, but that didn’t change the fact that he was totally hot.

           Harry’s POV:

“Zaynster,” I yelled through the crowded hallway. “Zaynster,” I yelled again, a little bit louder.

“What?” Zayn yelled back seeming almost annoyed. I motioned with my hand for him to come over; he quickly walked over noticing the smirk plastered to my face.

             “See that girl over there?” I whispered slyly.

            “You mean the hot one?” Zayn whispered back in confusion.

            “Yeah, I dare you to go grab her butt,” I whispered starting to laugh.

            Zayn laughed but accepted the dare. I saw him cautiously walk over, he flashed me a smile and put his hand down, reaching for her butt. Suddenly she whipped her head around, grabbing his hand. She twisted his wrist and yelled something to Zayn that I couldn’t hear. I saw her strut away towards a classroom as Zayn grasped his wrist in pain. I put my hand over my mouth trying to control my laughter, as Zayn walked back, holding his wrist.

“What in bloody he-“ Zayn started, cutting himself off. “I bet you planned this-“ Zayn started yelling.

            I cut him off just in time; “Planned what for the-“ I interjected.

            Liam walked over and broke up what could have turned into a fistfight between Zayn and I. Honestly, I never planned the girl was going to snap Zayn’s wrist. I thought she would be a little less violent considering the fact “The Zayn Malik” touched her butt. I was extremely wrong.





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