"Yeah, I guess we do." I said. "Damn," he replied "I'm not very good at that...". "Yes you are. You just have to say the first thing on your mind, and everything will be fine." I said, feeling stupid. "Fine. Let's just do that. Let's not even think and just say the first thing that comes to our mind." Zayn said in the cutest, most innocent, adorable way. "Okay..." I said, I couldn't think of what to say... The way he said that was absolutely adorable. "Okay, I'll go first then" he smiled that gorgeous smile of his. I giggled like an idiot "Yeah, that'd be smart." I smiled back. My smile is hell bound compared to Zayn's.
"Kay then. So do I just tell you-?" he started, interrupted "Just tell me what you think of me. Tell me what the hell is going on between us." I said. "Oh,er... You go." he said. "No! I can't go!" I protested. "Just go." he demanded in the sexiest, deep, demanding, but kind way. My heart was oozing warm, beautiful, love(I know, it sounds corny...but it's true) . I couldn't say no to him after that. "Okay..." I started, looking at the ground "In all honesty... Since the day I first met you...I..." I couldn't find the words... "Lola," Zayn took my hand and then with his other hand lightly touched my chin to make me look up "Look me in the eyes, and tell me." I looked into his dark brown eyes. He was staring back into my eyes. I finally found the words. "When I met you, I didn't see some hot guy, I saw... I saw you. I saw a perfect person who's side I would never leave if I could. I saw someone who I instantly fell in love with. Someone who I'll always love... I, I love you". There was a silence, I looked away again. I instantly regretted telling him that I love him. He didn't love me. I know he doesn't... I felt so stupid! I was about to run out of the room crying, when Zayn looked right into my eyes and said "I love you, too.". Then he kissed me. I was so shocked at first I didn't know what to do. And then, I thought of everything I've felt for him in the past few years. I thought of the misery I went through when I'd think he would never want me, I thought of every moment we spent together and how wonderful that time spent with him was. He was staring at the floor as if he did something wrong, he looked so innocent, so perfect. The moonlight was shining through the window and onto Zayn in the most perfect way. "Zayn," I said to get him to look up. "Mm?" he replied in the cutest damn way. I didn't know what to say, so I just stared at his perfectness for a minute, and then... I kissed him. I kissed him. And I kept kissing him. It was perfect. I didn't want to stop, so I didn't, neither did he. We just kissed. And kissed. It was absolutely, wonderfully, perfect. We finally stopped after a few minutes. He was looking at me in a way that gave me goosebumps. His eyes were so beautiful, I know I've said that too much already, but they are.
"Well, we both just confessed our love for each other," he started in a playful tone "Now...how the hell do we tell the guys?" at that moment you could hear Louie say, through the door, "Oh, we already know!"
Oh God.