I hope you enjoy my random one shots:)

This first one is mine.. but I'm totally open to new ideas! Just PM me!

Each chapter is a new one shot...

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Patricia's POV:

My hands were cold and silent as I walked through the hallway. The bell for study hour rang, and I made my way across the busy crowds to my locker. I wrestled with the lock for a couple moments, before swinging it open and unloading my books onto the shelf. The loud hum of talking and laughter from my peers whirled around me. That is, right through me, I suppose, since I am invisible.

As I grabbed my books, I absent-mindedly allowed my eyes to wander about the hall. They fell on two young, free creatures, who's fingers were interlaced. You could see in their eyes they were in love with each other, and you could tell by the lightness of their step they were happy. I pulled my eyes away from them, as the green-eyed monster aroused in my spirit.

I glanced at myself in the mirror. My bright, yet natural red curls fell over my shoulders and down to my stomach. My green eyes flashed back at me. Yep, still as ugly as ever.

I slammed my locker shut, exerting my anger on its poor hinges. It echoed through the hall and I felt hot eyes land on me. Blend in, Miss. Invisible. That's what I always did. That's what I'll always do. Don't get me wrong I'm a friendly person, but I don't trust people anymore. Not since my dad left and my mom started to live at work. Not since my ex-boyfriend, Drake, started to tell dirty rumors about me. Not since my life fell apart.

I slipped into my study hall room, which was the school library. I was a lucky girl, I got the best study hall. All the students were separated into different rooms for this period. Only a few students got the library, and I was one of those students. There were six of us: Me, Cammie is the sweetheart, Liam is the nerd, Susanne is the really quiet girl, Harry is the jock, and lastly, Niall.

How to describe Niall? How about perfect? Not to the rest of the world, only me. Everyone else saw him as average. The average guy who hangs with average friends and does average things. But not to me. To me, he was perfect. He was kind, cute, caring, gentle, funny, polite, and care-free. What more could a simple girl ask for?

The only problem? We were only friends. Outside of study hall, we didn't even know each other. And even inside the library's four walls, our conversations never went close to flirting.

Usually, if I had homework, I would sit down at one of the tables in the middle of the library. Sometimes, Niall would sit with me and we would whisper conversations. Other times, he would sit with Liam and Harry. I didn't mind when he sat with them. Even then, he would acknowledge me. The only time he would ignore me, was when he sat with Cammie. Not because he chose to, but because she would get all possessive over him. Don't get me wrong, she's a nice girl. But whenever he sat with her my stomach began to boil and my eyes would turn even greener than usual. There were so many rumors about those two going out, I just couldn't help but be a little jealous.

When I didn't have homework, I would retreat to the back of the library and sit on the floor to get lost in a world of books. There, I could pretend I was the heroine, being brave.. and go after the people who hurt me without fear.

Today I was just lucky enough to have no homework, so I made my way through the towers of books. Once I reached my usual spot, I was set off to see a book bag and jacket sitting in my spot. My mind wavered only a moment before I dropped my stuff next to the pile and sat down on the floor. I pulled my hoody's sleeves over my hands and pulled my legs up so they were crossed. Grabbing a random book from the shelf, I pretended to look otherwise occupied as Cammie walked by.

"Hey Pattie!" she whispered. I flashed a smile in response and she leaned down and whispered, "Do you have a piece of paper I can borrow?"

"Sure!" I smiled and fished my binder out of my bag. I tried to find a blank page, hastily flipping past old pages I had written song lyrics on. Those were the last papers I wanted her to see.

Once I had given her the paper she wanted, she hurried off, once more forgetting about my existence.

"Your welcome." I huffed, under my breath. She didn't hear me, thank god.

Niall's POV:

I broke off from my group of friends, waving to them as I entered the library for study hall. The loud environment in the hall contrasted greatly with the silence that soaked the library, making my head spin. The first person I saw was Cammie. She came eagerly running up to my side, "Hey Niall! How are you?"

"Fine, I guess." I stammered. I realized I probably sounded rude, so I corrected myself, "I'm good. How about you?"

I didn't mean to be rude, it just came out. You see, Cammie is a nice girl and all, but ever since she started to spread obnoxious rumors about me, I tried my best to steer clear of her. She had, on multiple occasions, spread the lie that she and I were going out. I didn't really want anything to do with her. Not since I was interested in someone else.

I realized she was still talking.. oops! Think Niall! What had she said to you? She stared up at me with big, blue eyes and I smiled, hoping she hadn't asked a question. She didn't respond. Before I could help myself, the burning question passed my lips, "Do you know where Pattie is?"

Cammie looked disappointed. She shrugged and shook her head. Her blue eyes hit the floor as she walked away. I felt bad, but at the same time, I was relieved she had left me alone.

My eyes scanned the room for Pattie. Where would she be? Usually, if she didn't have homework, she would sit in the back of the library and read a book. Gosh, she was so cute when she did that. When she did, I would sneak glances at her, just to satisfy myself. When she read, she would sit criss-cross-applesauce, up against the book shelf. Her vibrant, green eyes would light up and she would absent-mindedly bite her lip. She would pull her sleeves over her hands to make little mittens. She would push her bright red curls behind her ear, and whenever one fell out, she would playfully blow on it until I flew back into place.

I walked to the back of the library, to where she usually sat. I knew she wouldn't have homework, our teachers usually go light on wednesdays. I dropped my stuff in her usual spot, hoping it would get her attention. What do I do now? I guess, go find a book. I travelled further into the book shelves, disappearing around the corner, trying to find any manly book.

Patricia's POV:

The book I had chosen was sadly disappointing. I could tell from the first chapter. I spun around on my bum, so I faced the shelf, and fingered through the books, searching for anything that wasn't a tragedy. As I searched, I heard footsteps coming around the corner. Expecting it to be Cammie, I turned to say 'hi'.

When my eyes hit the blonde boy, my brain had already sent the message to my mouth to say greet him. It was too late. I couldn't stop myself. "Hii.." I smiled, shakily. He grinned and chimed, "Hey!"

He leaned over and grabbed something from his bag. I gathered myself and blushed, "Oh. That's your stuff? Sorry!"

I was about to move, when he stopped me, "Oh! No worries! Actually, can I sit with you?"

"Sure." On the outside, I was perfectly calm. But on the inside, every pore of me was screaming with excitement. A burst bravery flowed through me as he sat down, extremely close to me. I don't know if he noticed our close proximity, and I certainly didn't mind it. It was quite comfortable, with our thighs pressed up to each other's.

"Whatcha readin'?" I inquired, peering over his shoulder.

He looked down at his book and sighed, "I honestly don't even know. You tell me."

I tipped his book with my finger so I could read the cover. "Yeah. That one's alright."

"Only alright?"

"Yeah. I've read better."

"Well, I wanna read the better ones." His smile lit up whole library. Cut that, the whole school. Shoot, the whole world.

An unforeseen giggle escaped my smile and I continued to finger through the books.

"What?" he asked, moving his face closer to mine.

"It's just that.. I never thought of you as the reading type."

He tried his best to look taken back. "Uh! I am so the 'reading type'!" His feminine reaction made me giggle.

"I'm serious!" he toyed.

"No your not!"

"Am so."

"Noo.." I teased, moving closer to him.

"Shhh!" the librarian hissed. Glaring at Niall, and looking shocked that I would ever break her strict 'quiet policy'.

I covered my mouth and squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to laugh when Niall stuck his tongue out at her. She looked startled that Niall would be so rude, and stomped off.

"You rude little monster." I giggled. He laughed and grabbed my arm, saying, "Hurry! She'll come back.. and then we'll both be in trouble."

I dropped all my books as Niall pulled me up. He gently tugged me around the corner and through big, heavy doors. We entered the stairwell, and the sun from the window's nearly blinded me. I sunk down on of the walls and laughed. He positioned himself, sitting in front of me, and starred into my eyes.

"She'll forget about us in a minute." He swore, obviously having experience with this before. I sighed, and awkwardly inspected the stairwell, and how the light from the window danced across the walls. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "So.. You and Drake?"

Drake's name made me cringe. He was the biggest mistake of my life. A failure of a boyfriend and a disloyal friend, we went out twice last month before I dumped his sorry butt. He sabotaged my reputation for revenge, and now, because of his lies, people hated me.

"Oh heck no." I frowned. I wondered why Niall would ask such a question, though it didn't bother me. He saw the hurt on my face and placed a strong hand on my knee.

"I don't believe any of that crap he said about you." His words were reassuring, and I looked back into his eyes.

"Thank you." My breath hitched, before I asked, "You and Cammie?"

"Oh god no!" He whined, "Why does everyone think that?"

"I don't know.. She talks about you all the time. And you seem happy when your around her." I instantly regretted saying it, for it sounded kind of creepy. He smiled, obviously thankful for my concern.

"Why do you ask?" His words were slow, but they didn't intimidate me.

"You asked about Drake first... So why did you ask me?"

"I just wanted to make sure."

"Make sure of what?"

"That you weren't going out with that creep. The stuff he says about you is disgusting. You deserve better."

"You really think so?"

"Of course I do."

"No one else seems to."

"Who cares what other people think?" His words were soft, and his hand touched my chin. I sighed, my eyes wandering about his facial features. How I wish I could tell him how I felt. He was so strong, fearless, and free from the world.

"I wish I could be like you.. Not caring about what people think."

"Maybe I could teach you a thing or two." He smiled again, making my heart melt.

"Maybe you should." I confessed, glancing at the ground.

He laughed, "I will. I could be like your older brother. Next time I hear something nasty about you going around, I'll beat who ever said it up."

I smiled, appreciating his concern, "And I'll slap the next girl who talks dirty about you."

He laughed, moving his face closer to mine. "Do we have a deal?"

"Sure thing."

He spat on his hand and held it out for me to shake. I spat on mine, and shook his.

And that was the beginning of it all.

A deal.

A pact.

A friendship.

A commitment.

A loyalty.

A love.