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[ zayn ]
Harry still isn't back.
It's been four days.
And Louis is getting worse.
I'm starting to worry too.
I don't know.
"You okay Zayn?" Isabella asks, nudging me in the side with an elbow
"Yeah, I'm just... thinking." I sigh
"I know, y'know, I used to think you were a heartless, tough, mean guy." she says, staring into space
"Hey!" I say, offended and pout at her
"Yeah but then one day I was walking home through the park, and I saw you, under a tree, kneeling over. And I went closer, wondering what you were doing and you turned around, carrying an injured, little bird in your hands." she says
"I remember that." I laugh, remembering back to when we were around 12 years old
I found the bird in the park, it had a broken leg, but it healed and I let it go again, it flew into the air, new and healthy again.
"It made me realise that you weren't scary at all, you had a heart, a soul, just like me. And that's when I started harnessing you until you became my friend, you really didn't have a choice." she laughs
"Yeah, I was just so damn sexy." I laugh
"We all know you're a marshmallow under you bad boy act." She teases
"Yeah but don't tell anyone." I warn jokingly
"Oh Zayn I missed you." She sighs, leaning her head on my shoulder, "I felt pretty alone sometimes without you."
"Me too." I smile
"Remember those days long ago! in the playground?" she asks, laughing
"Yeah, I do." I smile
She sighs and looks at me, a deep intensity burning in her eyes.
She leans forward, closer, hesitantly, so close that I can feel her breath on my face.
"Zayn..." she whispers, "I really like you."
And when she says that, something inside my brain clicks and I smile.
"I like you too, I have, for a long time, long before I know you felt the same." I say softly
And then I press my hands on her cheeks and gently pull her closer still, closing the distance between our lips.
I've waited so long for this moment to happen, and now, when it finally is, it was worth every second of the wait.
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A few hours later, I arrive back home at my flat, to find Isabelle sitting on the couch, arms crossed and looking slightly pissed off.
"Um... Hi..." I say cautiously
"Zayn Malik! You kiss me and then you just walk the fuck off? What the actual hell? Who does that?" she screams, standing up and starting towards me
I back up against the wall, slightly scared of her.
She slams my shoulders into the wall, pinning me against it, and even though in stronger than her, I just let her hold me there.
"I-I'm sorry, I just freaked." I stammer
"Why?" she asks
"I just..." I sigh, looking down, "I've liked you for a long time Issy, so many times Ive almost told you, but backed out simply because our friendship meant more to me. And I guess, I don't know, it's just a tad, confronting,"
"Oh Zayn..." she starts
"Issy, I just, I really, really like you." I admit
"I really like you too Zayn." she smiles, leaning in and kissing me gently, making my heart beat faster than it ever should
After we finally pull away, I can't help but smile at her.
"Well...?" she asks, raising an eyebrow at me expectantly
"What?" I ask, confused
"Aren't you going to ask me on a date?" she asks
"Oh, do you want me to?" I ask
"Well you'll have to ask me and find out, like everyone else does!" She says
"Well, will you do me the pleasure of having dinner with me?" I ask
She looks at me, smirking slightly, as if seriously considering her options.
"Will we go to a Mexican place?" she asks
"I'll take you wherever you want to go." I smile
"You always say the right things." she chuckles
We stare at each other for a while before I start feeling restless.
"Well, is it a yes or no?" I ask
She smiles and pulls me into a tight hug before whispering in my ear,
"It's a yes."
And I don't recall feeling much happier than I do right now.
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