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14 - Zayn

Friday, April 3rd, 2015

"Yeah, I'm on my way right now," I told Olivia. I was a little late picking her up from class. She told me she could just take the bus, but I insisted she wait. I'd been in LA for the last three days and I hadn't seen her since I left.

"Okay," she chirped happily. "I can't wait to see you."

"I can't wait to see you either. I missed you so much. I haven't kissed you in three and a half days." I said. I had been counting hours too, but I wasn't ready to admit that yet. "I'm two blocks away."

"Oh my god," I could hear the smile in her voice.

"I'm gonna kiss you when I see you, I don't care who sees either." I said. Sure I was outing our relationship already and we hadn't even labeled it yet.

"You're gonna make a scene, Zayn." She giggled, probably not taking me serious.

"I really don't care," I said as I turned into her school campus. "I see you, you're so cute with your little blazer and skirt. You look like a little business woman."

"Why a little business woman?"

"Because you're only 5'2 Olivia, that's short." I stopped the car in front of her and hopped out. I practically jogged around the car and picked her up as I hugged her, laying kisses all over her face and finally a big one on her lips.

She held me tightly as she kissed me back. When our lips parted She was grinning.

"I love your smile," I said laying one final kiss on her cheek. "C'mon, I wanna take you out to lunch. I have a lot of stuff I wanna tell you."

"Ooh, good stuff or bad stuff?" she asked, still holding onto me, as people stated all around us. Some even taking pictures and recording.

"Good stuff. It'll always be good stuff with me." I said before kissing her again then spinning her around and setting her down at the passenger door. I opened it and ushered her in, taking her backpack and putting in the back seat.

I walked around to my side, thinking about how glad I was that I was away for three days. Before I left, Olivia and I weren't as touchy and admittedly into eachother. The time apart gave us time to think and grow. We realized that there was no point in holding back when we both felt the same way.

I got in and she was still smiling. "Where are we going?" She asked,

excitedly as she twirled the ends of her hair around her finger tips.

"Somewhere business-y." I answered.

"You always try to match the place with my outfit," she giggled.

"Because, you're like a work of art. You take so much pride in your appearance and you always look so nice. I like to see you somewhere you look like you belong. It's like putting a painting in a gallery."

She blushed from my comment, but I meant that. She was like a work of art, I like to think of her as my work of art, but that'd be taking credit for someone else's work.

I drove through downtown London looking for somewhere nice to take her so that I could make my announcement. I knew she'd be excited to hear the news.