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"Want to talk about it now?" Niall asked patiently. 


"You have to talk about it sometime, Gem. I can't help fix it if you don't tell me what's going on." 

"You can't fix it." 

"Are you at least coming with us to the photo shoot today?" He asked, folding his arms across his chest. 

I shook my head. "They've got a stylist on set. I'm not needed."

Niall sighed and rubbed his temples. "You might not be needed, but you're wanted. Please come?"

I felt guilty for abandoning the boys but I just couldn't face Zayn yet. I hadn't spoken to him in three days and had tried to avoid seeing him at all costs. I crashed in Niall's room every night and spent my days with Hannah. The problem was that Hannah was leaving tonight after the show. I had no idea how I could keep ditching the boys without having her as my excuse anymore. 

"Fine, but please don't make me talk to him." 

"I really think you should," Niall replied gently. "There could be some completely reasonable explanation for whatever it is that he did."

"He was talking to Rebecca!" I blurted out. 

Niall stared at me for a second before bursting into laughter. "That's what this is about?"

"Why are you laughing? He was talking to his ex- girlfriend and he lied about it." I didn't understand this reaction. 

"You need to go to talk him right now," Niall chuckled, trying to sober up. "I would have made you go days ago if I'd known that's what had you so upset."


"No buts. Get your ass to his room right now. We're not leaving for another half an hour. He's only going to need five minutes to make you feel like an idiot for freaking out." He smiled and nudged me towards the door. "Go."

I frowned but walked towards the door. "I don't understand."

"That's because you're a stubborn girl who made the wrong assumption," Niall said cheerfully. He kissed me on the forehead and led me towards Zayn's door. "Zayn, open up."

Zayn was at the door in an instant, his eyes flooding with relief at the sight of me. "Gemma, please let me explain."

"That's why I've brought her! I'm sorry it took so long. She wouldn't tell me what had her so upset."

Zayn nodded, but didn't take his eyes off me. "Come inside, love." He reached out to touch me, but I just walked past him, refusing to make eye contact. 

"I should have told you I was talking to Rebecca," was how he started. 

I could feel my eyes filling with tears as I nodded. "Yes, you should have."

"But I wasn't hiding it because I wanted to hide some agenda with her," he continued. "Gemma, you need to believe that I love you more than anything else on this earth. There isn't anyone or anything that means more to me than you."

"Why didn't you just say you were seeing her again?" I choked out. "Why hide it?"

"I was hiding it because she was helping me with a surprise for you," Zayn replied, cautiously taking a step towards me. "She was doing me a favor while we're over here."

My heart soared at his words, but I couldn't bring myself to stop crying. "What favor?"

He produced his phone and showed me an image of a beautiful yellow room. It was equipped with a massive amount of stuffed animals and two cribs. "She was decorating a room for the babies. I remembered seeing her kids' rooms and loving how they looked, so I asked if she would do this for us. I wanted to surprise you with it when we got back."

I threw myseld into his arms, letting myself cry into his chest. "I'm so sorry, Zayn."

"It's all right, baby," he murmured, pressing kisses into my hair. "It's all right. I shouldn't have tried to hide Rebecca from you. It was a stupid idea."

"No it was sweet!" I exclaimed, my tears beginning to slow. "You're the sweetest fiance a girl could ask for, and I've ignored you for three days. I'm so sorry. So, so, so sorry."

He took my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"I really do. I should have just listened to you, I'm sorry!"

"Quit apologizing!" he laughed. 


"I'm going to kiss you now," he announced, interrupting me. He closed the distance between us, gently colliding his lips with mine.

I was the one to enter his mouth, and I found myself giggling at the taste of his tongue. 

"What could possibly be funny right now?" He asked, breaking away.

"I think I've stressed you out," I giggled.

"Of course you have. But why is that funny?"

"Your mouth tastes like cigarettes. You've been smoking more than usual." I let myself laugh. Really, truly laugh. Soon enough Zayn was joining me and we stumbled over to his bed, still guffawing like idiots. "I don't know why it's so funny," I breathed in between laughs.

"I don't either," he agreed, still chuckling. 

"Oh good! You've made up!" Louis clapped his hands, entering the room.

"What are you doing here, Lou?" I asked, managing to get my laughter under control. 

"Liam sent me to come get Zayn. We've got to get going for this shoot," he explained, grinning at both of us. "I'm so glad you're done fighting. It was awkward for everyone."

"I'll keep that in mind next time we're arguing. Wouldn't want to upset you lot," I laughed.

"My happiness is your ultimate priority," Louis said seriously. "Now lets get moving. Hannah and the rest of the gang are all down stairs. Niall told us you were coming, Gemma. Don't you dare try and get out of it."

"Let me go and change-"

"NO JIMMY PROTESTED!" He screamed.

"God, Lou! Volume control please!" Zayn exclaimed, his hands flying to cover his ears.

"Never!" Louis replied loudly. "No time to change, Gem. We've got to go."

"But I'm wearing sweat pants!" I protested.

"You're also due in a week and half. No one gives a damn what you look like right now," Louis declared. "Now, mush!"

"I'm not a dog," I snapped. Zayn pushed himself to standing before pulling me to my feet. "Don't tell me to mush."

"Don't worry. You're one of my favorite bitches." He grinned and rubbed my head, messing up my hair.

I stuck my tongue out at him and laced my fingers with Zayn's. I felt the butterflies come alive in my stomach and smiled to myself as we followed Louis out of the room.

"What are you thinking about?" Zayn whispered.

"You still give me butterflies," I told him, smiling.

"I love you." He kissed my temple.

"I love you too."

"And I love you both, now lets move it!" Louis yelled. 

We both laughed at the Doncaster boy, and I was the happiest I had been in a long time.

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