Gaby's POV

I stood behind Taylor and looked over her shoulder while she went down her Twitter timeline. It was crazy how fast things were moving for her. Sure, some people knew who I was- Harry's newest female friend. But Taylor had practically become a celebrity. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. She was, of course, gorgeous, dating Zayn Malik, and in no way did she try to go unnoticed. Even before all the fame, Taylor went out just to be seen.I had to give her credit though. I could never handle it like she can.

My train of thought was interrupted when Zayn sat on the other side of her, his arm wrapping instinctively around her so she was cuddled against his side.

"What's happenin', babe?" He asked. I couldn't help but smile when it made her face light up. She leaned in and kissed his cheek, which quickly turned me into the third wheel. I stood up to leave and maybe try to find Harry.

"Wait, Gaby." Taylor grabbed my wrist lightly to hold me back. "What are you doing tonight?"

"When tonight?" I turned back to face her. "Harry and I have been texting about maybe going to look around the city some more, but that would be earlier."

"Uhm... Meet me in our room at 8:00? I can help you get ready, then we should go out."

"Sounds like fun. I'll see you then." I smiled, and she waved, and then I was gone.

Taylor's POV, 4 hours later

We all know that girl who claims she's 'so in love' with her boyfriend after, like, a week. And I've always hated that girl. I mean, really. That's ridiculous, she doesn't even know him. But now I'm thinking that maybe I judged her a little too hard. Maybe, just maybe, they are in love. Maybe she gets lost in his accent with every word he says. Maybe her heart changes rhythm every time their eyes meet. Maybe his laugh makes a firework of happiness explode from the center of her heart. Maybe she's never felt such a connection with anyone else in her entire life. Maybe she just knows. Like me.

Now, I know that sounds crazy. Believe me, I do. But if you were in my position, you'd understand. It took me 5 months of friendship to be 100% comfortable around Gaby. I'd known Zayn for what? Ten days? Sure, I'd spent those ten days practically attached to him, but I still thought it was amazing that I could already be so myself.

I watched his hand while it traced patterns on my leg, and my head found its place on his shoulder. I swear, we fit together so perfectly. Like puzzle pieces. I know I used to not have a preference between any of the boys, but now? I don't see how it's possible that I wasn't in love with Zayn. Everything about him was just absolutely perfect. His voice, his laugh, his smile, his sense of humor. The way he could be quiet and mysterious or outgoing and hilarious. Plus, he was amazing in bed- though I wouldn't have known that before.

"Do you have any idea how much you mean to me?" He whispered in my ear, bringing me back to the real world.

"Do I light up your world like nobody else?" I giggled and nudged him lightly, smiling brighter at his amused laugh while I stood up.

"Exactly. Where are you going, love?"

"I need to go get ready for my date with Gaby." I winked at him and wiggled my hips a little.

"Is that supposed to make me jealous?" He questioned, his eyebrows raising up in curiosity.

"Oh, please." I rolled my eyes. "You get jealous enough without my help."

"Yeah? What makes you think that?"

"I noticed what happened yesterday, Malik." I spoke, looking through the closet for something to wear. A dress, obviously. The blue one? I took it out and looked it over once, deciding I didn't have the right shoes and hung it back up.

"What are you talking about?"

"The guy in the hot tub? You saw him looking at me and got all possessive. Don't pretend you don't know. I'm not complaining. It was sexy." I looked over, making quick eye contact to see his expression. "What do you think of this one?" I asked, pulling out a tight, black dress and holding it up against my body.

"It's kinda short, don't you think? And low cut? I'm not going to be there. They won't know you're mine."

Annoyed, I ignored him, rolling my eyes. Yes, the jealousy thing was a turn on. But if he was going to start telling me what I could and couldn't do, this wasn't going to work. I pulled down my shorts, and pulled off my top, sliding the dress on in it's place.

I looked myself over in the mirror, pleased with what I saw. As I pinned my hair up, Zayn's reflection sauntered up behind me and his arms snaked around my waist. His lips brushed my cheek and I blushed when it made my pulse quicken.

"You're gorgeous." He told me. Zayn and I were a perfect couple. We just looked good together. He was taller than me by just two inches, and our skin tone and hair color just looked like love against each other. My hair was currently a perfect mix of blonde curls and beach waves, which was piled at the top of my head in a messy bun, two strands loose in the front to frame my face. "Perfection." He reminded me.

Before I could object (But let's be honest, I wouldn't have), his phone flashed a bright white light, momentarily blinding me, and it made a quiet click. I spun around in his arms and stood on my tippytoes to give him a quick tap kiss, which he also managed to get a picture of.

"Now go, she'll be here soon." I walked him over to the door, wanting to spend every possible second in his presence. "Call me at around 11 tonight, kay? Before you go to bed?"

"Of course, Tay. Talk to you then." And like that, he was gone.

Minutes later, my phone sang with a couple beeps. Which of course, signaled a new tweet from Zayn. The link to our pictures and, because it was Zayn, "Never ask why I Love You, just accept that I do, because words simply cannot tell how much I Love You."