I stared down the path. I looked at all the cracks, remembering how I'd tried not to step on each one as a kid, and sighed. I listened to the birds, chirping happily. I smelt the aroma of the freshly mown grass at the park I was walking through. I felt the hand intertwined with mine, wondering how life could have been so great. Of course, I was walking with Zayn, my amazing boyfriend of 12 months exactly. He'd been my first love, my first true love and everything was perfect.

Except for one thing.

"Why do you love me Zayn?" I asked. I knew his answer already, but every time I heard it, I longed for it to be true. Because I was insecure, I was self-conscious, and even though hearing Zayn tell me that I was beautiful and that he loved me for me, made me feel better, it wasn't enough.

"You're expecting me to say what I always say, aren't you?" He said, glancing in my direction, smiling.

I smiled too. He knew me too well. Everything was all too perfect and I wondered what I had done to deserve such an amazing boy in my life.

"Cass, I don't know why you can't just accept the fact that I love you simply for living so that I can love you." He whispered, pulling me over to sit on a bench.

After I sat, I turned to face him. I gasped. I found it hard to get over the fact that this... This beautiful, gorgeous, sexy 20 year old man was mine. He smiled; making my heart beat even faster.

"I'm going to ask you a question, and you are going to answer truthfully, Zayn, because it's your answer that will determine my happiness." I said, winking.

"Come on, more questions?" He whined, giving me a puppy dog look.

I nodded, and then thought quickly about how to place the question I wanted to ask him. "Why me?"

He sighed, shaking his head. I got up to leave, thinking he wouldn't answer, when he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back.

"Why you, you ask?"

I nodded.

"Because… Because, I know this may sound corny, but out of all the girls who I'd hugged, or given autographs, you stood out the most to me. When we first met, I knew you were the one I wanted to settle down with, to spend the rest of my life with, even though I barely knew you. Not because of the looks, even though you are so beautiful, but because you were yourself, no matter how famous I was, or how famous the band was. When I'm with you, or when you're in my sight, you make me feel like nothing could ever make me upset, or make me feel down. You are what gets me out of bed in the morning. And, I love you, Cassidy, I love you for who you are, not what you wish to be, or what you try to be for me, but for who you are and always will be."

It was the longest speech I'd ever heard him say, and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I leant over, wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. I tried to put every unsaid word I felt about him into the hug and it seemed to work as he hugged me back.

I whispered, "I love you too, Zayn."

He pulled away, keeping one arm around my waist, and cupped the other hand under my chin. Zayn leant in and softly kissed my lips. When he pulled away once more, he smiled, pulling his arm away and standing up.

"Now, enough of the soppy stuff."

I nodded, standing up too. I backed away with a mischievous smile on my face, and when I was far enough away to run, but close enough to touch him, I reached over and tapped him on the shoulder.

"You're it." And I ran, laughing my head off.

I could hear him behind me, gaining on me, until he tackled me and we fell on the soft grass, in tears of laughter.

"Well guess what?" He asked, then leaning in to kiss me passionately.

"You're it now." He smiled, kissing me once more.