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The lovely love birds. Photo cred: me.
I double tapped on the picture that Grace uploaded onto Instagram of Zayn and I at the fun fair -- a heart appearing on my screen and hearts growing in my eyes. I stared at the photo for a while just simply admiring the two of us. I looked up at Zayn like he was a rare shooting star in the night sky and he looked down at me with just as much admiration as I did him.
And I couldn't lie and say that my heart didn't swell just purely from that because it definitely did. Something in between affection and a certain L-word that I was much too afraid to say out loud. Especially now that I knew, well thought I knew, for sure. And I didn't know when or how or where I'd be when I finally got the guts to say it, but to me that didn't matter. All that mattered was that I felt it towards Zayn and hopefully (a big part of me just knew) he felt it too.
The picture reached from twenty likes up to thirty in just a few minutes. I'd always known that Grace was pretty popular on the social networking site, for she'd always get a decent amount of likes here and there. I knew Alexa did too, she was kind of a, to put it in the nicest way, fame whore and was always seen on the app. Me, on the other hand, I got a nice amount of likes and if I was lucky, a few comments too, but that was when I actually used the app. I didn't use it so much now, only every once in a while. I just didn't find it as much if a necessity like I used to.
And now that I looked at Grace's photo of Zayn and I again, I got to thinking. What about Zayn? Did he have an Instagram too? And if so, did he use it?
I would look him up but it wasn't always that easy. People didn't always use their real names so looking people up wasn't as simple as it seemed. But, being me, I was very curious. And once I was curious, I didn't let it go until I fulfilled my satisfaction.
So, without being said, I exited out of the app, going straight to my messages. I found Zayn's name under a few text messages from my friends and tapped on it.
To Zayn:
quick question
I waited until he replied to text back, which didn't take that long. I smiled at the mere fact that it didn't.
From Zayn:
mhm?
From Zayn:
Louis says hi by the way.
I laughed, remembering back to when I saw him last. And then I blushed because that was the day of his party and also the same day that Zayn had asked me out.
Which, if I must say, has by far been one of my most favorite days. But who's asking?
To Zayn:
Hi louis
From Zayn:
says he's up for another party if you are but this time he's playing you in pong
From Zayn:
don't listen to him x
I wasn't really planning on it. Maybe he could play against Niall if another party were to happen. Now that would be a sight to see.
To Zayn:
haha anyways, back to my question....
I hit send and started another message before Zayn could type back.
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