CORA'S POV

You're so pretty when you cry, when you cry
Wasn't ready to hear you, say goodbye
Now you're tearing me apart, tearing me apart,
You're tearing me apart.

You're so London, your own style, your own style
We're together it's so good, so girl, why
Are you tearing me apart, tearing me apart?
You're tearing me apart.

Did I do something stupid?
Yeah, girl if I blew it,
Just tell me what I did, let's work through it.
There's gotta be some way to get you to want me
Like before...

'Cause no one ever looked so good
In a dress and it hurts, 'cause I know you won't be mine tonight.
No one ever makes me feel like you do when you smile,
Baby tell me how to make it right.

Now all of my friends say it's not really worth it, but even if that's true,
No one in the world could stop me from not moving on,
Baby, even if I wanted to, nobody compares to you.

We're so Paris when we kissed, when we kissed.
I remember the taste of your lipstick.
Now you're tearing up my heart, tearing up my heart.
You're tearing up my heart.

Did I do something stupid? Yeah, girl if I blew it,
Just tell me what I did, let's work through it.
There's gotta be some way to get you to want me
Like before...

'Cause no one ever looked so good
In a dress and it hurts, 'cause I know you won't be mine tonight.
No one ever makes me feel, like you do, when you smile,
Baby, tell me how to make it right.

Now all of my friends say it's not really worth it, but even if that's true,
No one in the world could stop me from not moving on,
Baby even if I wanted to.
Nobody compares to you.

Oh Woah, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh Woah, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh Woah, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh Woah, oh oh oh oh oh

Nobody compares to you.

There's gotta be some way to get you to want me,
Like before...

'Cause no one ever looked so good
In a dress, and it hurts 'cause I know you wont be mine tonight.
No one ever makes me feel like you do when you smile,
Baby, tell me how to make it right.

Now all of my friends say it's not really worth it, but even if that's true,
No one in the world could stop me from not moving on,
Baby, even if I wanted to.
Nobody compares to you.

Ah. I love it when stores play songs that no one in the store knows. Except me. So I look like an idiot, jamming around in my own world, while no one else is. But, hey! It's One Direction. It's hard not to bop around when they song. Their songs are very easy to dance to.

I was walking around the mall, looking for a dress to wear for a dance I was going to. I strode into a store, determined that this would be the store, an I could go home. After looking through racks and racks of dresses, I turned around disappointed. Well, I turned around. As soon as I looked up, I saw a mini strapless cream dress. Yes.

I picked it up, and all of a sudden, a commotion arose at the front of the store. A bunch of guys ran into the store, crowds of girls chasing them. Either these boys had stolen all of their purses... Or it was One Direction. Crap.

I hid behind a rack of crop tops, and watched the saleswoman come over and talk to the boys. And then flirt with the boys. Ugh, it was annoying. I was watching them, when I notice there were only four. Oh. I turned around in disappointment, and ran into a male chest. A good smelling one too. It had to be one of the boys. I slowly looked up to see Zayn staring at me.

His eyes were slightly bloodshot, and his face a bit flushed. Drunk, winded, or... Crying? No. No no no no no. Zayn Javaad Malik does not cry. Or at least, I don't think he does. Hmm. What could make Zayn cry? Perrie? No. They were really close. That couldn't happen.

I apprehensively whispered, "Hey."

His mouth quirked up a bit on one side and he whispered back, "'Vas Happenin'?"

I giggled, and slapped a hand over my mouth. Me? Giggle? Wow, this boy is driving me crazy!

He noticed the dress in my hand and nodded to it, asking, "What for?"

I blushed and said, "Dance. I'm going to a dance."

He cocked his head and said, "Us boys, we have a keen fashion sense. Want us to help you find accessories? Stuff like that? We're gonna have to wait out this crowd. Should help with boredom."

I quickly nodded. Anything to spend time with One Direction. Zayn whistled and the other boys looked over, grinning when they saw me. Louis bounded right over, and asked, "Who's this?"

Zayn opened his mouth, and seemed to remember that, Hey! He didn't know my name.

I decided to save him from embarrassment, and replied, "My name is Cora Quirk."

Zayn glanced at me and smiled. A real smile. I nudged him, and gave him a questioning look, but he just shook his head, and proceeded to tell the boys what to do.

"Alright boys. Find either a pair of shoes, a necklace, a bracelet, and earrings to match Cora's dress. Pick two items. This is the best way to wait out the crowd, and not be bored. Understand?"

The boys eagerly nodded, and at a clap of Zayn's hands, separated.

Fifteen minutes later, five boys stood before me. I looked to Zayn. "Alright, Cora. Pick."

I looked at Harry, and he showed me maroon heels, and a simple gold chain necklace with a tiny diamond charm in the middle. I smiled and picked up the necklace, nodding.

Next was Louis. He brought gold chain earrings, and a whole lot of gold bangle bracelets. I looked between Louis and Harry, slowly picking up the earrings. He grinned and knocked his shoulder to Harry's.

I slid over to Liam, and looked over the light blue heels and silver necklace that he brought. I ran my hands over the smooth material of the shoes before picking them up.

When I got to Niall, I blinked rapidly. Gold chain bracelet. I picked it up, and looked at the ground. I glanced up at Zayn, and saw him watching me, with an odd expression on his face.

"Zayn?" I asked. "What did you pick?"

He cleared his throat and looked away. "Go... Go try on your things. I'll explain after."

I slowly walked to the changing room, looking back periodically, the boys nodding in encouragement.

A few minutes later, I walked out in my dress and shoes, earrings, necklace, and bracelet.

Zayn stiffened, bringing his hand to his mouth. I smiled hesitantly, and blushed, memorizing the pattern on the floor. I heard someone get up, and take my hand. Then my hand was released, and the person walked around to the back of me, and began taking my hair out of its normal ponytail, smoothing it down.

A gentle hand touched my chin, and brought my face up. I found myself looking into Zayn's dark brown eyes. He smiled and said, "Cora, I'd like to accompany you to that dance. If you're not already going with someone else." I nodded and he gently kissed my cheek, then he pushed me toward the dressing room.

Notes

Okay, so the song in the form is now only for title purposes, unless you really want them to sing to you, then that goes in special details. Thank you!

(sorry, I dont have any more imagines written at this point)