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A few days later, I had gone over to Nancy's and Harry's house to do some more planning. Ever since we went to the movies and bowling together, everything seemed to fall into place.

Nancy and Harry seemed more in love with each other than when I had first seen them; they kissed each other and hugged, showing affection whenever they could. Even when I was around, they told each other they loved each other. I thought it was cute, romantic and what every person dreamed of.

And then there were me and Zayn.

Almost every day, we texted; sometimes a casual conversation about what we were doing, and then sometimes, it would turn a little flirty. Seeing this side of him had been strange of course, but I liked it. I liked the way he made me laugh at his witty jokes, or the way he'd text me good morning and good night every day.

And I also liked the person I was when I was around him. I wasn't as scared or worried; I smiled and laughed a lot. I had become more of an open book because of him. Zayn became someone I could trust and he was important to me now.

"Taissa, have you talked to the girls about the bachelorette party?" Nancy asked as we sat on the floor in the living room, more notebooks and wedding stuff in front of us.

I nodded my head. "We've already discussed it and we've all chosen a date to organize."

"Good good," she smiled. Nancy put down her pen, sighing. "Taissa, thank you again. Honestly, if I didn't have you here, helping me with this, I probably would have gone mental by now."

I smiled. "You don't have to thank me, Nan. You're my friend; I'm here for you whenever you need me."

Their front door opened and Harry walked in, catching me by surprise when Zayn followed in after. Harry kissed Nancy on the head, pulling her to her feet. Grinning, Zayn outstretched his hand for me to take and pulled me to my own feet.

"Hi," he said, wrapping me up in his arms.

I hugged him back, burying my face in his chest. "Hi," I breathed.

"You two are just adorable," Nancy said, clinging on to Harry's arm. As Zayn and I pulled away, both slightly embarrassed, she looked to Harry and asked, "aren't they, love?"

Harry cleared his throat awkwardly, nodding his head. He smiled, "the cutest." He pressed his lips to Nancy's temple before asking, "what's for dinner, babe?"

My attention was brought back to Zayn when he nearly whispered my name. His kind smile was enough to make me feel giddy all over again. "Harry said you didn't bring your car so I thought I'd take you home. I mean, if you're ready."

I nodded my head. "Let me just get my things and we can go."

Zayn said okay and that he'd wait for me in the car. I walked into the kitchen where I had left my things, only to walk in on a very heated make-out session between Nancy and Harry. Embarrassed and surprised, I looked away, apologizing for interrupting.

"I just have to get my um, stuff," I said awkwardly, grabbing my jacket and bag as Harry scratched the back of his neck and Nancy fixed the buttons on her blouse. Not being able to meet either of their eyes, I stared at the floor, biting back a scowl. "I'll see you both later. Have a good night."

"See you, Taissa," Nancy almost laughed.

When I turned to leave, I involuntarily looked in Harry's direction. He looked away, blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Have a good night," he said, forcing a small smile.

Shutting their front door behind me, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Because it was so cold, my breath was visible in the air and goosebumps appeared on my arms. I slipped on my jacket before walking down the gravel driveway to Zayn's car.

"Ready?" he asked as I buckled myself in.

"Yup. I'm beat," I replied.

He laughed a little. Zayn was handsome, I had come to realize. I mean, he'd always been good-looking, but after four years, his features had become more chiseled and manly. I think my favourite thing about him were his eyes. They were a pretty brown; warm and reminded me of chocolate. He was beautiful.

"You should take a picture," he said, making me come back from wherever it was I had drifted off to. "It'll last longer."


Laughing, he said, "you're staring at me; I said to take a picture."

My face grew warm and I had to turn my head to the window, afraid he might see me blushing even in the dark. "Sorry," I mumbled.

I felt his hand on my knee, making me look back at him. He smiled at me for a second before focusing on driving. He kept his knee there and I did the unthinkable; I slipped my hand under his, lacing our fingers together. He shifted in the driver's seat, clearing his throat. I smiled to myself, liking how easy it was to make him nervous.

We held hands the whole way home, only letting go when we got out of the car. And then this time, Zayn was the one to grab my hand. We walked up to my apartment and we stood there in the hall, both too nervous to say anything.

Zayn rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand, a small smile on his face. "Taissa, can I ask you something?" he asked, finally looking up.

Nodding my head, I said, "sure."

"Can I kiss you?"

At his words, my heartbeat started to race and and my eyes landed on his lips. I looked down to the floor, biting my lip to keep from grinning. I looked back up and said, a little boost of confidence helping me out, "on one condition, Malik."

He sucked in air, puffing out his chest. "Lay it on me, baby."

Ignoring the fluttering in my stomach from when he called me baby, I wrapped my arms around his neck, his hands placing themselves on my hips. I whispered, my voice shaking, "stay with me tonight."

Never in a million years would I have thought about saying those words to Zayn Malik. He used to be someone I hated, someone I never had any interest in being friends with. But now, he was someone I liked; he was someone I adored and had fun with. And better yet, he wasn't Harry.

Zayn's eyes widened a bit at my proposal but I knew he didn't want to go. "You sure?" he asked, eyebrows raised and a little smirk on his lips.

Biting my lip, I nodded my head. For once, I didn't want to second-guess myself, even if it was something as crazy as having a slumber party with my ex-boyfriend's best friend who happened to be my ex-archnemesis.

Zayn smiled. "Kiss me first," he whispered, brushing his nose against mine. He was so much taller than me, even with me standing on my tip-toes, he still had to lean down. "And I'll stay."

Gulping, the palms of my hands becoming clammy, I slowly leaned upwards and pressed my lips to his. He kissed me back but it ended almost right after it began.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured.

My stomach flipped and I couldn't stop myself from grinning so wide. Was I actually crushing on him? Were we actually this close in the hall of my apartment building? Had we really just kissed?

"You're so, so beautiful," he said again, kissing me again and again.

Yup, it was all real. And I loved it.

a/n: i'm actually surprised how many of you wanted zayn and taissa together. well, there you go; a little smooch for y'all.

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