THIS IS A ZAYN IMAGINE OOPS
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"We should totally meet up there again!" You excitedly exclaim when Zayn mentions Skate N' Fun Zone. No, you weren't the best roller skater, but a few tumbles never killed anybody. Life's all about picking yourself back up when you fall. Zayn laughs on the other end. "Deffinetly. I wanna watch you make a fool of yourself like last time." You recall falling on your butt and can't help but let out a laugh. The sound catches your always curious boyfriend's attention. Somehow, you don't hear him noisily entering you guys' bedroom. "We have to worry about those nasty couples, though. Zooming around while kissing each other." Zayn scoffs, making mock kissing noises. You join in, also adding a fake, "I love you, baby." "Who the hell is that?" You swiftly turn around, your eyes meeting green, angry ones. "Hey, everything alright there, Y/N?" Zayn questions, his tone losing it's playfullness. Before you have time to protest, Harry hurries toward you and snatches your phone away. You watch as he presses it to his ear. "Hello? Wait, Zayn?!" Somethings shifts in his expression. "Oh, sorry, man. I thought you were someone else." He apologizes, shaking his head to himself. "Y/N's going to call you back later, ok? There's something we need to discuss. See ya." He tosses your phone back to you, running a hand through his long hair. "Did you really think I'd do something that low?" You questiongly raise a brow. His cheeks turn a cute shade of pink. That's what he gets for being like this all the time. "Come here, little tomato." He listens, sitting down next to you on the bed. "Yeah?" "All of my love his for you, ok?" You give his jawline a quick kiss. "Ok." He turns your chin and passionetly presses his lips to yours.
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Dear future boyfriend, never give up on us.
Quote of the day/night: You don't realize how important a moment is until it's over. Cherish the good times and bad.
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