BF or BFF?

Chapter seventeen

I slide down to the floor, my back to the door

"I'm gonna kill Louis!" I growl. Zayn seats himself on the toilet and puts his elbows on his knees, resting his chin on his fists

"Don't worry," he assures me "Louis is a very impatient person. He'll give in before too long"

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Zayn was wrong.

"Come on Lou! Let us out!" I whine

"Sort out your love issues and I will!" Louis replies. I groan.

Zayn and I have been locked in the bathroom for over five hours. Every hour, one of the lads come past and asks if we've sorted stuff out yet. Every time, I say that Zayn and I are hopelessly in love and we are now dating, but they never buy it. Screw you boys.

"Okay!" Zayn yells, getting off the toilet (which surprisingly hasn't been used yet. Funny, considering Zayn's weak bladder) and approaching the door "I'll talk to her. But only if you don't stand with your ear pressed against the door!"

"YAYAYAYAYA!" I hear from the other side "guys! Come over here! Zayn and Mira are gonna 'talk'"

"No!" I say, turning to Zayn "we have to stick it out!" Zayn shakes his head

"Nope, can't!" He says "I really gotta pee!" I hear people shuffling away from the door, leaving myself and Zayn in uncomfortable silence.

"So..." I say, drawing the 'o'

"Yeah..." Zayn takes a deep breath, and sits down opposite me "ummm..." This is awkward. And that's saying something, because other than the last few days, we have never had awkward moments.

"I don't really know what to say..."

"Neither do I..." I admit

"FOR GODS SAKE CHILDREN!" I hear Louis scream "how about you start by telling each other about your feelings? Like normal people do!"

"Go away Louis!' I reply. I hear a grumble, and then shuffling motions. Once satisfied that he's gone, I turn to Zayn

"I-"

"Wait!" Zayn puts a finger to my lips "let me go first!" I smile, and nod.

"Go on then" I say. Zayn gets up and walks to the mirror. He fixes his hair (an action if his that means his nervous) and then faces me

"Alright," he says "dint blame me if this comes out all upside down and wrong. I...when I saved you from that guy two years ago, I thought you were just a girl. Just an innocent girl. But then, somehow, you convinced me, the god of not-giving-out-personal-information, to give you my number! That's when I first felt something for you. At that time, I thought it was just a friendship feeling, but when the first year went past, I knew it was something more. You were....so happy. All the time. So vibrant, so bright, so beautiful." My breath catches. I have never believed I am beautiful. I'm plain, average, normal. Certainly not beautiful. Hearing Zayn say those words, made my heart swell.

"So I fell for you," Zayn continues "hard. I didn't want to tell you, because....well, I thought you didn't feel the same way. And I thought that if I ignores it, it would go away. It didn't. After another year, I still loved you. And..." He gestures around "here we are. Your turn." Damn. I don't really want to speak, I've never been good at expressing emotion, but I think I better start now.

"Ummm..." I say "I have say, I only fell for you about...a month ago, when I first moved in. That time where you almost kissed me, and said it was a mistake. I felt hurt, and then I realise I actually cared whether you liked me that way or not. And...I don't know! You're so....you! Everything about you draws me in! And then everyone was saying you liked me and I thought...maybe I would have a chance." I look up at him "I guess there's only one question left to answer"

"And what's that?" Zayn asks, staring into my eyes

"Do I have a chance?" Zayn chuckles

"No." My face falls. Zayn laughs before continuing "you don't have a chance because you already have my heart" he takes my hand and holds it to my chest. I smile in relief.

Before I have time to react, Zayn's lips are pressed to mine. Our mouths move in unison and he tastes of sweet things. He's tongue sweeps along my bottom lip, and I part my lips. Our tongues explore, and I wrap my arms around Zayn's neck, while his go around my waist. He lifts me up, and sets me on the bathroom bench, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His fingers tangle in my hair, and his lips travel along my cheek, my neck, and back up again. His hands find the hem of my shirt and he tugs it up, over my head, and tosses it into the corner.

"Mira," he murmurs "did anyone tell you how sexy you are?" I giggle, which is hard to do since I'm kissing Zayn and the same time. I slide my hands under his t shirt, and up his chest. He moans and takes it off. His hands smoothly shift up my thigh and down again.

We are so tangled around each other, we don't notice the sound of an unlocking door.

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"OH MY GOD MY EYES!" Niall screams, cringing "LOUIS! ZAYN AND MIRA ARE HAVING SEX IN THE BATHROOM!" Louis comes rushing in

"oh yeah!" He says, punching the air "get some!"

"Niall we weren't having sex!" I say

"Close enough!" He says, and Louis covers the Irishman's eyes

"You two!" He orders "out some clothes on!"

"Why?" Zayn says. I realise we are still wrapped around each other, in a manner that is far from appropriate

"Oh crap I forgot!" Louis slaps his forehead "you still have to say you are hopelessly in love and are now dating!"

"Oh..." I say "we're not-"

"Mira will you be my girlfriend?" Zayn asks suddenly "we were so...occupied, I forgot about the dating part!" I smile

"I would be delighted to be your girlfriend Zayn!" I say

"Good!" Louis says "but you still have to say the exact words or else I'll have to lock you in again!" He smiles mischievously

"Okay then!" Zayn says happily "we won't say it! I don't know about you but I would be happy to stay here!" He grins at me and I grin back

"Yes," I agree "we need to finish what we started-"

"OKAY OKAY I GIVE IN JUST GET A ROOM!" Louis squeals, and we laugh

Zayn and I exit the bathroom, and go to our room. Lets just say it was lucky we had a double bed...