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A/N: Before you start, please keep in mind that the area where Zayn/Justin/Liam are living is made up. Doesn't exist. I haven't thought of a name, but what I know is that it is a little away from the city, so it's a bit country-ish. Narrow streets, flower shop and all.

WARNING: Fluff, fluff and more fluff.

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Giddy was what Zayn was feeling right now, as he put on his gold Rolex watch, which he had bought a year ago. The coolness of the watch wrapped itself around his wrist, contrary to his burning skin. He felt hot, itchy, and was seriously thinking of cancelling his plans.

But he knew he wouldn't. Not when there's a particular man next door waiting to be picked up, who also happens to be his boyfriend. He twisted his hands together, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes moved up and down, scanning the outfit he was wearing, which consisted of black skinny jeans and a blue denim top. He thought that he looked decent. It was just a date with Justin anyways. Wasn't anything fancy.

He looked at his watch again. He still had some time, so he just roamed around the house, looking for something to do. Just then he took a quick look at the calendar. Two more days, and he'll be able to see his mum.

He checked his breath, which was okay, but just to make sure, he popped in few mint chewing gums in his mouth as he flipped through the pages of his half read novel. Though it appeared as if he were into the book, his mind was running in many directions. Also, he kept checking the time.

Zayn sighed loudly. 

By now he was just turning the pages, occasionally stopping when he spotted words that seemed nice.

When it was finally time, Zayn bolted from the house, locking the door in haste. Shoving the keys in his jeans' pocket, he quickly made his way to his boyfriend's house. And the very moment he knocked Justin's door he realized that he hadn't gotten anything for the date. He silently cursed himself and his forgetful attitude that seemed to almost always get the best of him.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

While he waited outside, he heard a series of curse words and a loud thud, which was followed by more cursing. Zayn ran his shaking fingers through his hair, which he had specially combed today in a neat manner. Usually he just finger-combed his hair, and voila, it was as good as a bird's nest.

"Zayn? Is that you?" He heard Justin yell through the door.

"It is!" Zayn yelled back.

"Shit. I'm not ready, I'm not ready." Justin mumbled and put on his shoes. Truth was, he was more than ready; just not mentally. Like Zayn said, they hadn't been on a date in forever. So he didn't know what to do. It was almost like he had forgotten what being on a date was like.

He opened the door nonetheless. He looked Zayn up and down in a swift motion.

"Jesus, look at you. You look like...what's the word... ugh whatever, you look sexy as ever and I look like a fucking mess." Justin fumbled with his shirt, trying to make last minute changes.

Justin wore a black full sleeved top, which fitted him quite well, and black ripped jeans.

Zayn eyed him weirdly. "Are you kidding me? You look gorgeous. Now shut up and come with me." He pulled Justin by his arm, only to drop it again, so Justin could lock his door.

"But..."

"Hush now. If you look like a mess, then you definitely look like a beautiful one, okay?" Zayn dragged him to his car.

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