My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 16

First thing the next morning, I broke up with Nick. It may or may not have been over text. I'm terrible, I know, but I didn't want to explain to him about Zayn, and honestly, it seemed like the best way to avoid it. 

I shut off my phone before I could get a reply and went downstairs.

"You're up early."

I looked at the clock, "It's, like, ten," I said, "Not to mention you're up."

Zayn smiled, "True, but you're usually up after twelve. Everyone else is still asleep."

"Funny how that happens," I said, more to myself than anyone else.

"What?"

"Well, you'd think someone would notice that we're almost always alone together."

"Are we?" Zayn said sarcastically, "I haven't noticed."

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes, "Why are you up anyways?"

"Couldn't sleep," he explained, "I was too busy thinking about you."

I blushed slightly and (like the fearless mofo I am) blurted, "I broke up with Nick."

Zayn raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

"Yeah," I responded.

"What did he say?"

"Um, he hasn't responded yet," I looked at my feet.

"You broke up with him over voicemail?" he asked.

I bit my lip.

"You broke up with him in a TEXT?"

I nodded.

"Good."

I looked up, "GOOD? That's all you have to say?"

Zayn, who had moved to stand behind me, put his arms around me, "He deserves it," he said simply.

I turned around and rested my hands on his shoulders, "I still feel bad, though."

"Don't," he replied, "He didn't give you the respect you deserve. You don't owe him anything in return."

I leaned in and kissed him gently.

"I love you," Zayn whispered.

I blushed, "Uh..."

"You don't need to say anything," he continued, "I've just waited so long to be able to say that and I wanted you to know."

I smiled, grateful that I didn't have to say anything, "Why are you so perfect?"

With that, Zayn had me pinned against the dining table and was kissing me fiercely. He slowly moved away from my lips and started kissing along my jawline and down my neck. I gasped when he found the sensitive spot right below my collarbone and tugged on his hair.

"Having fun there, mate?"

Zayn made an irritated noise and turned to where the Irish accent was coming from, "Hi Niall!" he said in mocked enthusiasm.

"Hi Zayn!" Niall returned.

Elizabeth smiled beside him. Both were lying on the floor, leaning on their elbows, "So what are you two up to?" she asked innocently.

"I could ask you the same," I retorted, looking between them and raising an eyebrow.

Niall, who had had a superior smirk on his face since we'd started talking, suddenly went a lovely shade of red.

Zayn and I (being the amazing bosses we are) did one of those props without looking things and smiled.

"We won't tell if you won't tell," Zayn said. He didn't need to explain it any further. Neither one of us particularly wanted to share our love lives with the entire world. Plus, Liam didn't like people being all nasty on the couch.