To say Zayn had imagined this moment would be an understatement. To say he'd constantly obsessed over how it would happen in his head would sum it up much better.
Niall had stormed into his room with this determined look on his face (but Zayn was busy mentality scolding himself for thinking how hot Niall looked so he was so not prepared for what happened next).
And in the next few moments Niall was on his lap on the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms and legs around him.
The inside of Zayn's head was reeling.
"What are you doing mate?"
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm about to kiss you, you idiot."
"Oh. Well then proceed."
Niall just lets out a snort and grabs Zayn's face.
And then Niall was kissing him and he couldn't even think but he didn't care.
It was perfect.
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I'll Never Let You Go
Random"What are you doing mate?" "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm about to kiss you, you idiot." "Oh. Well then proceed." or the one where Niall and Zayn are alone in their flat and confessions are made.
