"I think that's your bag, Izzy." Taylor pointed at a purple and lilac polka dotted suitcase.
"Yep." I quickly replied, rushing forward to grab the suitcase.
As I slid my bag into the cart, Tay was still awaiting her suitcases arrival.
I tapped my foot impatiently, glancing around the conveyer belt, looking for Taylor's suitcase.
Soon enough, a blue suitcase came rolling towards me, a smiling Taylor's hand attached to the handle, pulling the blue bag forward.
"I'm still looking for my bag. God I hate this part of traveling." A husky voice whispered in my ear, making me shiver.
I whipped around to see none other than Zayns breathtaking face.
"Holy shit Zayn!" I breathed, placing a hand over my heart.
"Sorry." He smiled sheepishly, melting my goddamn heart.
Damn him.
"It's cool." I smiled back, showing my dimple.
I felt his finger poke my cheek, and looked at him weirdly.
"I felt like poking your dimple. It's my new obsession." He explained smoothly, glancing at his phone.
Again. My heart melted.
A.g.a.i.n.
Butterflies flew in my stomach, and my mouth went dry.
Somehow, I regained my posture.
"A lot of people poke my dimples, it's a weird fetish people have I guess." I replied smoothly, shrugging.
"I guess..." Zayn trailed off
