tiptoe • zane hijazi

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anxiety attacks when I wake up in the morning

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the photo shoot was mostly a disaster for Phoebe Hale. The main reason being that she just couldn't focus. there was so much on her mind. first of all she was starting to realise how much she hated living with her new roommate, even though they had only been living together for a week. on top of this, she was planning to  visit zane straight after this, so that was what her mind was fixed on - fixed on what she was  to say to the boy she loved.

"ok, I think we're done here." the photographer exclaimed, clear disappointment showing with each word.

phoebe sighed; she knew her manager wasn't going to be happy with how this all went. she clearly wasn't going to be hired any time soon.

 immediately, she rushed to the dressing room, prepping herself for what madness was about to ensue. she got changed as fast as she could and grabbed her keys.

with adrenaline running through her, she made the oh so  familiar car journey to zane's house. it felt rather strange when she got to his street. the parking spot that she always used was empty. 

perhaps it was a sign

. perhaps she was meant to do this: it  was written in the stars or some shit.

with trepidation being pumped around her body, she gingerly opened her car door and sauntered over to the house.

before even getting the chance to knock on zane's front door, it was then opened. 

all of a sudden  she found herself nearly knocked over by a tight embrace from a large figure.

zane.

"i'm sorry." zane looked into her irises, as vehement as a face can look

"what do you have to be sorry for?" she retorted, "i'm sorry for everything. not talking to you. moving. not coming back for a week. all of it." phoebe apologised in return.

"i'm sorry for being so petty about you kissing dom." he paused, "i know it was just spin the bottle and it's not that deep. but what can i say? i'm just pretty naive at times." he scratched his head sheepishly.

phoebe gulped, now processing what zane was saying.

 how had she been so blind? zane was so upset because he was forced to watch her kiss dom, how did she not see that? 

wait, she thought, does that mean that zane likes me?

of course, she was correct in thinking that. she was shocked because for the couple of months of them knowing each other she thought that he would never like her back. but he loved her more than she could ever acknowledge or comprehend.

"wait..." phoebe mumbled before she was interrupted by zane's rant.

"ok." zane breathed heavily, showing tat the words that he was about to say were hard for him.

 "here it goes," zane started, "i like you, phoebe hale. from the moment I first met you I knew you were an amazing person.you managed to make me fall in love with you in a matter of hours. i mean you're beautiful and, obviously it not just the outside that counts bu-"

zane's mess of a confession was interrupted by phoebe grabbing him by his jaw softly, and pulling him closer.

"what?" zane stuttered.

"sh" phoebe commanded with a slight, playful chuckle leaving her lips.

and that was the moment in which phoebe kissed zane.

and zane kissed her back.

the kisses were soft, their lips barely touching each other. this then turned passionate, as if they were trying to fit all their emotions from the past months into this one interaction. their mouths moved in unison, like they had practised this before.like they were made to do this-

like it was written in the stars or some shit.

fin.

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so this book is pretty much completed.

but don't worry there's more to come! (my two other vlog squad fanfics ahem hint hint)

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much love :)

(song: boy, willow)