Opposites

f i f t y - s i x

this is some siiiick edit of Harry & Barb ^

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Melody

I furrow my eyebrows hardly, with my lips parted as well as I try to understand what Zayn just said.

What the hell is happening?

With my heartbeat increasing with each passing second, I watch Zayn's eyes with mine being wide. As if something scary happened, a loud gasp escapes me subconsciously.

I try as hard as I can to understand what Zayn said, but I can't get my mind to work properly.

I finally manage to utter a few words after a long silence, "Wh—What did you just say?"

Zayn furrows his eyebrows, "Will you go out with me this Friday?"

My lips stay parted as Zayn repeats the question again. I take a deep breath, embracing myself for what's to come. I ask him, "Y-You're not saying that because Louis just said he loves me, right?"

My heart can't stop pumping loudly in my ears, while waiting for Zayn to answer my question.

"No," He breathes out a laugh. "In fact," He says, gazing at my lips while pulling a strand of hair behind my ear. "I've been planning on asking you out before you went to Paris. So, I've found this a great opportunity to ask you."

Oh my god.

"What do you say?" Zayn grins, as if he already knows the answer.

My eyes widen, "Like on a date?"

Zayn's lips brush softly with mine, whispering, "Like on a date."

My lips break into wide grin, as my heartbreat can't seem to slow down. My arms wrap around Zayn's neck, my forehead pressing against his.

"Where are you taking me then?" I grin goofily, gazing at his lips then back into his eyes.

"So, that's a yes?" He smirks smugly.

"Obviously." I roll my eyes fondly, repeating, "Where are we going?"

"That's something you shouldn't know." Zayn chuckles. "I'll take care of that."

I pout, "But, I wanna know where we're going."

Zayn rolls his eyes fondly. "The only thing you should know, that it's not something huge. We're going for dinner at first, then I have something else set for us."

"That sounds great to me." I bite my lip to suppress another stupid grin.

"Oh!" I suddenly jump when I remember the painting. "I've got you something from Paris!"

Zayn's brows quirk up, "For me?"

"Yeah!" I exclaim, trying to get off of him to go retrieve the painting, but failing the first time and falling on his chest.

I groan, pressing my hands against his chest earning a groan from him as well, and get myself to sit up on his hip. I blush, quickly getting up and walking towards the doorframe. "I'll be right back!"

I climb up the stairs, passing by Harry's and Louis' room— Louis. I slowly walk backwards again, eyeing his door. My hand grips the doorknob, twisting it and opening the door. I peek my head in, to surprisingly find the room empty, Louis being nowhere in sight.