Hey Guys, this is the FIRST one-shot to kick off the "Book of One-Shots" premier. After looking at ALL of the requests, and after listening to them frequently, I was able to decide which request I wanted to write. So, without feather ado, here is "I Would," by One Direction, a one-shot requested by and dedicated to 12345.

"Ally," he said while trying to catch his breath. "You're so...amazing." He panted out joyously. His heart was beating at the speed of light and his lungs were begging for more air than they were receiving. "God, you do wonders to me." He admitted and squeezed her hips another time, still trying to process that he had the most beautiful girl in the world, standing in front of him.

Without looking back at his eyes, Ally leant her forehead against his and smiled greatly. She couldn't have been happier at the moment. She pecked his lips once more, then returned to steadying her breathing rate.

Once the two caught their breath, they embraced each other tightly, loving the feeling both of them gave off.

"Austin, I don't want this moment to end, I like it too much." She complained. She gently set her hands on his bare chest and looked up to see his gorgeous, hypnotizing eyes.

Warmly smiling while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Austin said, "Baby, it doesn't have to. Just because we have to be physically separated from each other doesn't mean that our love will be."

"You promise?" She bit her bottom lip and looked down, placing her scalp against her hands. She felt a large finger wrap around her chin and tilted it upwards.

"I promise." He whispered before capturing her lips in his. Whilst stroking her cheek softly, he ran his heated hands through her loose, light brown curls.

Without any intentional direct, the sweet, passionate promise turned into a steamy, open-mouthed competition to see who could push their limit as far as it would go.

"Ally," He moaned. He gently took ahold of her figure and laid her down across the bed that was next to him. "I love you." Then, he leant over until he was hovering over his girlfriend, and began to attack her collarbone with his red, swollen lips.

"I love..."

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The sound of the alarm clock awoke Austin Moon from his deep slumber. He groaned as he forcefully set his white pillow on top of the back of his head. Once he was fully aware that he was awoken, he unsuccessfully slapped the top of the beeping clock that was playing the morning station on the radio.

"Damn it..." He muttered and rolled onto his back and stared at the flashing, green numerals. 6:30. Then, he thought back to what he remembered of his fantasy dream.

Of course it didn't happen, it would never happen. She doesn't feel the same, and even if she did, she wouldn't be able to date him. But it all felt so real. Then again, it always did. You see, Austin was having these dreams frequently for the past two months. Yes, he did enjoy every minute of it, but he hated waking up to reality and realize that the event would only exist in his mind.

He slowly elevated onto his back and rubbed his eyes sheepishly, feeling the warmth escape from his comforting blankets instantly. Complaining one more time, Austin rolled off of his bed and trudged over to the bathroom and began to splash cold water into his face, trying to rid of these incredulous thoughts that were roaming inside his head.


"Bye, Sweetie! Have a good day at school!" Mimi Moon wished her son as he grabbed a banana.

"Thanks, Mom." He directed his attention to his backpack that was sitting in the corner of the room. He wondered over and did his best to sling the heavy bag over his shoulder while making it look effortless. Walking back over to his mom, he kissed her on her dimple and bid his goodbyes.

Today, rain was falling heavily from the sky. "This should've been my wake up call." Austin regretted and flicked the hood of his jacket so it would cover his head. He gripped the straps of his backpack with both hands and began walking along the sidewalk to Marino High School.

Right when he was thinking about the geometry problem that he probably answered wrong, he heard a honking sound coming from behind him.

He turned around perfunctory and caught sight of a royal blue hummer. There in the car, sat Dallas Carter, Austin's competition for Ally's heart.

You see, Dallas has been dating Ally for five months now. Ever since he asked her out, with Austin in their presence, Ally has been living a fairy tale that isn't happy.

What does Ally even see in him? He's a self-obsessed asshole who only cares about how much money he can waste at the mall.

"Hey, Moon," Dallas called out after he loudly smashed his fist against the horn of the car. "Enjoying the rain? 'Cause that's all you'll get!" Then, he laughed maniacally when he sped over a large puddle and bespattered Austin's clothing and textbooks, soaking through the thin, colorful threads of his belongings.

"Keep walking. Just...keep walking." Austin commanded himself once Dallas's vehicle was out of his eyesight. Continuing down the path, he sighed in content and kept on traveling until he was inside of the dry, school, ready for a day of school.

The hallways were crowded, as always, so Austin dodged passing classmates to make it to his locker without being swept away by the constant traffic. Once he arrived at his destination, Austin opened his locker and stuffed his backpack inside, thankful that he had a load to throw off of his shoulders.

Joining him, Ally walked to the locker two doors down and began to open that one, not making eye contact with the anxious blond. She gracefully slipped her white backpack off her shoulder and carefully placed it onto the top of her green locker divider.

Austin wasn't stupid; he knew that someone, preferably a good friend of yours, doesn't notice you, then you should acknowledge them. This rules applies to all people except for people that are either shy or prefer to stay invisible. In this case, Ally didn't notice him. This either means she permissibly didn't see him, or something was on her mind.

"Hey, Ally," Austin greeted as he took out his History textbook and propped it onto the inside of his elbow. "What's up?"

Startled, Ally jumped nimbly and turned her attention from her Advanced Literature textbook to her best friend. "Austin," She identified. "You scared me, I didn't see you there." Then, she leant to the left and rested her arm on the cold metal.

All of the sudden, a burst of bravery and courage surged through his veins. Having this power, he decided to see what it was like to use it to his best interests. "What's going on in that pretty, little head of yours?" He aped her actions and trapped his arm between his closed locker and the side of his chest.

"Well, it's just that things with Dallas aren't going so great. He's been blowing me off lately and...he doesn't even act like he's interested in me anymore. Am I that boring?" She confessed. Crossing her arms, she rested her head against the dial and closed her eyes, enjoying the cool sensation that was placed onto her scalp.

"Hey, you're not boring at all!" Austin argued. "And Dallas isn't so great, anyhow. He doesn't treat you like a princess, exactly how you deserve to be treated." He comforted. Austin was proud about his princess reference, considering it had been taken from a thought that had been in his head for a few days now. In his wild imagination, Austin had a daydream that was set in medieval times. Ally was the princess, Dallas was the dick who was trying to marry the Princess, and Austin was the nice peasant who was the Princess's true love, destined to marry her.

"Thanks, Austin. But what am I doing wrong? Am I not giving him what he wants? Am I telling him about my problems too often?" She rambled, but was quickly cut off by Austin.

"Okay, let me stop you there." He took both of her shoulders into his grasp and looked at her dead in the eye. "Dallas doesn't deserve you. And there's nothing more that I want you to give to him if it isn't innocent. Ally, he doesn't deserve all the amazing things that you do for him. He would tell you that he..." He swallowed hard and braced him self for the word. But when he opened his mouth to speak, nothing came out. He couldn't say it, so he had to take a curveball around this one. "...L-o-v-e, And as for telling him about your problems, I think that if he didn't care for only himself, then he would only comfort you and tell you that's it's going to be alright." Then, he took a deep breath and softly said, "Now tell me, has he ever done any of those things for you?"

Sighing deeply, Ally shook her head and bit the inside of her cheek. She could not remember any time where Dallas has displayed affection towards her in any scenario. "He hasn't."

Austin couldn't say that he was shocked. Due to the incident this morning and his actions towards Austin, he knew that Dallas would never be a good fit for Ally's expectations.

"Listen, Ally..." He tried to reason, but was cut off by the morning bell, signaling students that class was starting.

Ally's eyes stretched in panic and she gripped her books tighter than they had been held. "Sorry, Austin, I don't want to be late for class." Then, she ran off towards her homeroom, taking Austin's bravery with her as she went.

"So close..." Austin muttered. Taking his books in the usual grasp for him, he stalked off to his first class of the day.


Austin found himself smiling as much as he cold without breaking the compassionate kiss. He was grasping Ally's beautiful cheeks, warming them from the winter cold. He didn't care or would remember to breathe, but when he did, he would abhor those moments. Enfolding their lips together, they began to breathe lightly through their noses, not wanting to leave each other's enclosure for a second.

Ally began to twirl her fingers around the short hairs on the nape of Austin's neck. But what Austin felt was a little finger drawing small circles on the back of his neck.

Austin took his hands off of Ally's heated cheeks and placed them on the small of her back, gripping her hips tightly whenever his hands travelled over to that area.

Ally couldn't care less about the pressure that was being placed onto her sides. In fact, she desired the feeling that was inclined, loving the heated sensation that made her heart skip beats.

Finding a burst of confidence, Austin bit Ally's lip, sending his tongue into her mouth when she gasped in shock. Once Ally registered the current moment, she tried to battle Austin's tongue to send her own into his mouth, seeing that whoever's tongue explored the other's mouth was the one with dominance. The fight lasted a few seconds, but to the two it seemed longer than it was timed. Austin had won, unintentionally, but this was his moment. This was the moment he had been waited for a long time to experience.

Whack!

Austin was pulled out of his make-believe daydream by a sharp pain that was sent through the back of his knee. Wincing, he turned around to find Dallas and a few of his friends laughing at him. Some were pointing, and some weren't because they were too occupied by gripping their stomachs from the lack of oxygen.

Once Austin had concluded what had just taken him away from his fantasy, he labeled it as someone had kicked him, seeing as no one would punch the back of someone's knee, and there was no sports ball that was rolling around in the crowded hallway full of students that were relaxing in the corridors. After sending a glare towards the neanderthal, he felt a small tap on his shoulder.

"You do know you have a KICK ME sign on your back, right?" A small freshman asked him nicely.

"What?" Austin questioned. And sure enough, when he reached his hand up his back, he felt and heard a paper that had been stuck on the back of his jacket. Grasping the paper angrily, he jerked it downwards and crumbled it in his hand before he could steal a glance at the atrocious slice of a dead tree.

Austin shook his head and muttered a thanking to the helpful student. He began walking back to his locker, but he felt as if someone was watching him. Without stopping, he turned his head counter clockwise and saw that nobody was looking in his general direction.

Everything was going smoothing, according to Austin's thoughts, but that streak ended once he turned around and came face to face with a gray pole that was directly in front of him. The force pushed onto Austin's forehead, causing him to yelp and fall backwards onto the tile floor.

Laughter began to become clearly audible from all directions. He could feel the points directed towards him as he held his head due to the headache that was forming. Struggling to stand up, Austin thought, "Reality sucks. I wish I could live in my fantasy's forever."


After two more classes, Austin walked into Geometry, the one class that he shared with that one dick of an ass, Dallas. Right now, Dallas was sitting on top of his desk, flexing his biceps once again. Austin didn't see the point in that much flashing. If you have muscles, sweep a girl off of her feet, don't show them off like they're a Grammy. But apparently, the crowd that was forming around Dallas was treating him like he was royalty. The girls were swooning over his multiple tattoos and the guys were comparing how thick their arms were to Dallas's.

Austin never got that much popularity. Sure, people would talk to him a lot, but that's only because he was an internet sensation. But those people always crawled back to Dallas in the end. And, believe it or not, Dallas was more popular than Austin at their school, because he was the quarterback to the football team.

Austin had tried multiple times to out do Dallas in anything: sports, education, but none of the victories had been given to Austin. The only thing that Austin could beat Dallas in was the arts of performing; the only thing Austin felt confident in at the moment.

Unfortunately, Austin's assigned desk was near the clique, so he had to listen to all of the pointless gossip that was coming from their running mouths.

"Dallas," one of the cheerleaders said flirtatiously. "How many tattoos do you have?" Her eyes traced over the many permanent art designs that were painted onto his skin.

"Twenty-seven." He replied with the same tone while flashing a cocky smile. Austin rolled his eyes at the many fits of giggles that the girls produced at that comment.

Losing himself in reality, Austin slumped in his seat, thinking about ways to let Ally know that he should be the one able to kiss her with his lips-to hold her in his arms-whenever he desired or felt the need to be with the one he's in love with.

All of the sudden, the idea came to him. It was perfect; it was all he needed to do. And if he failed, then she wouldn't know that it was him who told her about the feelings that were implied. Now, all he needed to do was warm up his dominate hand, and he would be ready. Taking out a piece of notebook paper and a black pen, he began to write.


Ally Dawson was opening her locker door to empty her books in there before she went to her free period. But what shocked her was that a note fell out of her locker, landing at her feet. She bent down and picked it up, reading her name on the front.

"Oh, how sweet!" Ally gushed as she opened it and saw that the entire page was covered in letters, leaving no space for a simple heart.

Dear Ally,

I know that you're smiling right now while you're reading this, because you thought that this only happened in those cheesy T.V. Shows with romance. I also knew that you wanted someone with a little bit of cheesiness, just so you could stick your middle finger to those romance movies and say that you have it better than them. But you haven't been able to do that lately, because you haven't had a great boyfriend to love.

Ally, you haven't been happy with Dallas at all. You thought that he would be the perfect boyfriend for you because he was your crush for so long, but that was all a fantasy, something that has yet to- and probably never will- come true.

Dallas wasn't what you had dreamed he would be. He's selfish, cruel, manipulative, and an asshole. You probably just giggled that cute little giggle of yours that always makes me smile, even when I'm down. Either that, or you're mentally lecturing me about how I shouldn't curse. Either way, you're smiling your beautiful smile that could give me enough courage to dance in my underwear, in public, and be okay with it. I remember you telling me that you never wanted a guy who got a tattoo, so why did you make an exception for Dallas? He's not there for you, he's not the one to hold you in his arms when you're down, he's not the one who tells you how much you mean to him, because he doesn't see that he has the most amazing girl on Earth there, right next to him.

If it was me, however, I would be the man you want; the man you deserve. If someone made you cry, I would give that person something to cry about. If you were sad about a hamster dying, I would take you out and show you what a great life you can have without him. Ally, you're amazing, you're so special to me, you deserve someone who would kiss you on the cheek whenever you blush, someone who isn't going to stand down when you're in trouble. You deserve someone to say how they're so much in L-O-V-E with you, every moment they could be with you.

What I'm trying to say is...I'm in love with you. I'm in love with everything about you, even the little quirks that you call embarrassing, but I call them absolutely adorable. I've ashamed that it's taken me so long to realize it, considering all the little moments that told us that there was chemistry between us.

I hope that even though you don't know who's writing this letter, you reincorporate these feelings. I'm tired of having to kiss you in my dreams, I want to be able to kiss you in reality and know that you love me too.

If you aren't ready to break up with Dallas, I understand. But if you are, then I'll be there, waiting to sweep you off of your feet.

Love,

Secret Admirer.

P.S., I hope this doesn't make me sound like I'm some crazy stalker that's going to go to jail soon.

Smiling wider than she thought was possible, Ally closed the letter, folded it until it was small enough, and gently tucked it onto her back pocket.


At the library, Austin was finishing his biology homework. Distracting him, Dallas and a few other members of the football team were chatting amongst themselves, loudly.

Right when he was about to finish the question, he heard a loud greeting from Dallas. Cursing himself for being so curious, he looked up and noticed that it was Ally who had walked into the room.

"Maybe she can help me!" Austin thought as he smiled lightly and turned around to face Ally, but then gained sudden interest in the choice that she had decided. Either she would break up with Dallas, or she would go back to him, leaving Austin embarrassed for even trying.

Ally walked over to the football team and greeted them quickly before turning over to face Dallas. "We need to talk."

Dallas, being the oblivious bastard he is, immediately smiled and perked up. "Did you see my new tattoo? It's a fire, it symbolizes how hot I am!"

Uninterested in that topic, Ally continued. "Dallas, I'm breaking up with you. It's over between us"

Dallas's smile dropped and he dropped the football he was holding. "Is this because I hooked up with Jessica Crenshaw?" He asked while pointing to himself.

Gasping, Ally slapped Dallas across the face, hard, and walked away. "Asshole!" She yelled as she walked into the foyer that connected to the gym.

Austin, feeling better than the waves on the ocean, ran up to where Ally was walking timidly.

"Alls, wait," he called out and slid on his sneakers until he was in front of Ally's figure. "I'm sorry about you and Dallas." Lies. He was just happy that he was able to preserve the smile that was coming from his heart.

"It's okay. Besides, someone else said that they'd comfort me about it."

Austin couldn't contain the smile anymore and grinned. "So when do you want me to sweep you off your feet?" He asked.

Ally, feeling her heart rise with joy, asked, "It was you?"

He nodded lightly. "I know, I bet you expected someone better, but..." He started but was quickly cut off by Ally.

"Actually, I didn't think that you would ever feel like this about me. That's why I dated Dallas, because I thought that he could replace you in my heart, but he didn't. Austin, I've felt something for you for quite some time now..." She trailed off nervously. She bit her bottom lip in impatience as she waited his response.

But he didn't say anything. Instead, he did something that didn't require talking.

He kissed her.


Wow, I hope you guys enjoy that! What did you think of it? Review what you thought? Also, keep the requests going! I love having so many options to choose from!

Now here's some stuff to keep you occupied!

Question: If you had to somehow make your own meals for two days, what would you make? And would you stick to that plan? Reason being both of my parents are sick and I have to cook all the meals.

Quote By Me: "If a superhero puts their hands on their side, it's awesome. But if a woman does it, you're fucked."

That One Moment: When you have to repeat something 1,000,000,002 times, and the person still doesn't remember it.

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