Prologue
“It doesn’t exist,” he said blatantly.
“Stop being in such denial, just because your father didn’t love right doesn’t mean you shouldn’t believe in love.” I fought back, he wasn’t winning this.
“Denise, look, have you ever noticed how all fairy tales are fiction? Do you know why they’re fiction, hm?”
I tried to protest but was instantly hushed by him as he continued, “They’re fiction because fairy tales don’t exist, happily ever afters don’t exist, love doesn’t exist.
“Zayn?” I asked innocently.
“What,” he stated more as a comment than a question.
And with that, I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his, then pulled back returning to my normal height, leaving him wide eyed by my action. “Now, if love doesn’t exist explain to me why your stomach was alive with butterflies? Or explain to me the look in your eyes that you want me to kiss you again. I will fix your heart Zayn, that I’m sure of.” I turned on my heel and left him speechless, this was only the beginning.