Chloe (You're The One I Want)

Chloe Brighton is the most ignored girl in her school. Her sister Jocelyn, turns every boy on while Chloe turns every boy off. Her only wish is to get her sister's boyfriend to notice her. And mostly, to catch feelings for Chloe.

For it is the one Zayn wants.


2. Brave


I arrived home.

My hair, my clothes, my book bag, and all my weekend homework, ruined. Zayn and Jocelyn were feeding on each other's lips on the couch. My tongue went dry and I boiled with anger. Jocelyn let go and looked up and me.

"What happened to you? Did you jump into the neighbor's pool?" she chuckled. Zayn looked at me.


Tears and drops of rain ran down my face. I have never been so embarrassed. Especially in front of my sister's hot boyfriend. "No." I quivered. I went up to my room. Slamming the door, I belly flopped on the bed crying.

I couldn't stand Jocelyn!

My parents love us both the same, but it seems like they love her 1% more than me. And that made me feel 1% unwanted. I wish she wasn't born. Tears stained my pillow as I sat up.


Zayn was still here. I stayed up in my room till he was gone.

Somebody knocked on the door.

"Coming." I muttered walking to my door. I opened to see him. He was looking sort of shy. Zayn didn't look up at me but I looked up at him. "Is there something you need?" I asked him softly. "No. Just wanted to check up on you," he replied. "Oh." I said.

"Well, I'll see you.."

"Yeah. I guess." I said about to close the door. He stopped it. Things were about to get intense. "You know what, I lied. I really wanted to see you." My eyes widened. "Well, What do you want from me?" I asked.


"Answers to what?"

"Answers to why you hate me." he told me. I stumbled back onto my bed. Me telling him I love him might be bullshit...

"I-I don't hate you." I stammered quietly. "Then why do you always seem so scared, so sad, so shy around me? I won't hurt you," Zayn stated, the same level of my voice. "I know. But Jocelyn said to stay away from you. She doesn't want me to be near you or anything." He slipped my hand into his. Pulling me up, we were standing face to face. His inches apart from mine.

"But I want to be near you."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Zayn Malik, my sister's boyfriend, captain of the football (soccer) team, and a boy who rides a motorcycle wants to be near me.

Me, a shy, quiet girl who has no friends and is a reject.

"Why me? Don't you love my sister?" I asked. "Yes. But you're different. There's something about you that makes me feel like I'm complete." Stunned, I felt his arms wrap around my waist.

My body  tensed up.

"Is it because I look like her?" I asked. Zayn chuckled, "No." He took a stand of wet hair and brushed it away from my face. "Oh." I blushed. "Now tell me the exactly why you are so quiet around me?" Now our lips were inches apart.


"ZAYN! GET DOWN HERE!" screamed my sister. "This conversation is not over. See you later." he said. Zayn let me go and left me feeling...

Feeling loved. And feeling brave.

(A/N: Here you guys gooooooooo! Smiles!)

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