I'd Dye For You || m.c.

Chapter 32

Zoë's POV

I am so inconceivably, unbelievably, inexplicably, happy right now.

I can feel the dopamine racing through my veins as Michael and I run back to the house, sand getting caught between my toes with each step.

I can't believe that I had been holding off on that for so long. It felt so wonderful being held tight in his arms, his grip telling me he wouldn't ever let me go.

Now, hopping onto the porch, his eyes flicker to mine. The green orbs filled with so much.....what's the word.....love, I guess.

Yeah that's the word.

Love

And I can tell from the way he smiled back at me, that's all my eyes glistened with, too.

A warm feeling fills my chest as we enter the house and find Kyla, Tony, and Zayn sitting on the sofa. Zayn wore a worried expression, and flicked his gaze up faster than the speed of light when he heard the door being opened.

"Zoë!" He shouts, running over to me and hugging me tightly. He lifts me up slightly and twirls me around in the air for a few seconds before setting me gently back down.

Well that was awkward.

I can see Michael giving him a sort of warning stare, daring him to touch me again. I catch his gaze and give him a disapproving look. I quickly mouth to him that I'll take care of it before Zayn releases me from our hug.

"Are you alright?" He asks, placing two fingers to my neck to check my pulse.

"I'm fine, Zayn." I say swatting away his hand. "But, I kind of need to talk to you....In private." I add, he nods and begins following me upstairs.

I close the door behind us and signal for him to have a seat on the bed.

"Okay......This isn't going to be easy." I mumble.

"Zoë, please just tell me you aren't hurt." He says, almost begging.

"For the last time Zayn, I'm not hurt okay? I'm fine. F-I-N-E, fine. Now drop it okay?" I say, slightly agitated.

"Alright, sorry." He apologizes, looking down at his feet.

"I'm sorry, too. That was kind of harsh." I apologize as well.

"S'okay. Anyways, what were you wanting to talk to me about?" He asks a smile bright on his face.

Oh this is going to be so mean!

"Well, uh, it's about, uh, Michael." I mutter.

"Yeah I figured that." He says blatantly.

"Wait what?" I ask somewhat surprised by his statement.

"Anyone can see it from a mile away Zoë. You and Michael clearly have something for each other. And I'm glad that you two finally stopped the little 'we're just friends' game, when you two obviously wanted to fuck each other's brains out." He explains in a super relaxed way.

What the hell is happening?

"But...how did you...we just...are you kidding?" I stutter.

"You two weren't very secretive hiding your newly found love when you walked in. It was quite cute actually." He says smiling to himself.

"Hold up. So you're telling me that you knew I was sort of into Michael and he was sort of into me?" I ask hoping to clarify the situation.

"Pretty much yeah. But I kind of hoped that you would remember how great we were together and just stay platonic with him." He confesses.