Caught

eleven.

Lainey

"It's been maybe three years."

Zayn's head snapped towards me and his mouth opened slightly.

"Three years," he whispered in disbelief.

I nodded my cheeks not going back to their normal shade anytime soon. I could feel everyone except for El looking at me with shocked gazes. El has been with me through all of this so she knew I loved Zayn. I instantly turned to her knowing she would help me in this situation and gave her a pleading look.

"You're all gonna catch flies if you don't close your mouths," she said as she reached her hands up to close Liam and Harry's mouths. Louis, Niall, and Zayn closed their mouths as well but Zayn continued looking at me. Then before I knew it Zayn was on his feet grabbing my hand and dragging me further into the hotel room before pulling me into a bedroom.

"Three years Lainey, really? Even before you were famous you liked me," Zayn looked at me surprise clear on his face.

"Well I fell in love with your music three years ago and I don't know if you ever heard but there are these fans that are Louis girls, Niall girls, Liam girls, Harry girls and there's Zayn girls and I've been one of 'em," I shrugged.

"Lainey, I was scared you didn't like me. I'm so relieved. I mean I'm just Zayn Malik that one guy from One Direction," He ran his fingers through his hair and I felt like he was putting himself down and I instantly felt the need to make sure he knew otherwise.

"Are you kidding me? Maybe you are Zayn Malik from One Direction but you're also a comic loving, high note singing, graffiti painting god that is amazing. You're sweet and you surprise girls in the middle of their concerts," I smiled at him,"and you have cool tattoos and you light up a room with a laugh that is inhumanly adorable. So yeah you are Zayn Malik from One Direction but Zayn Malik is the best Zayn you can be."

After I finished I looked at him and he was grinning and his eyes crinkled in the cutest way. I suddenly felt embarrassed and looked at my feet. He was then inches from me lifting my head up and looking into my eyes and I flashed back to the first night I met him in person at my concert.

"Can I please kiss you," He whispered so quietly I almost didn't hear him but I nodded looking at his lips before meeting his gaze again. His hand cupped around my face so gentle and so soft as if I was going to shatter and he came closer to my face.

His lips touched mine just as soft and gentle as his hands on my face. I errupted with butterflies. Everywhere he touched me felt like fire. from my hand on his chest to his hands on my face. His lips molded to mine in the most perfect way possible. He made no move to deepen the kiss he just lingered there. It was such a simple gesture but it seemed to hold something neither of us were completely sure about but when he pulled away and looked into my eyes again, his hands still on my face, I didn't care about anything except for the the lingering feeling of his lips on mine and smiled at him.

[ I know this was kind of a weird place to end it but it was the best place.

Zainey kisses.

xxxxxxx. ]