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Chapter 10

Brianna's POV

It has been two weeks since Zayn and I went on our first date or whatever. However, two weeks since we first kissed. We have been hanging out a lot ever since. Well, we haven't gone on dates, but we have been at each others' places and all.

And I'm lying if I say we didn't kiss. Yes, we did kiss and every time it felt amazing just like the first time, but I didn't know where we stood. I didn't know what we were. Best friends don't kiss every time they separate for the day or even hours, right?

I wanted to clear my head and I definitely needed answers.

Taking a few minutes to think to myself, I've come to the conclusion that indeed, I liked Zayn. A lot, for that matter. And I was going to take use of my day off and tell him. It's not fair to him when we kiss and I know what he has for me though he doesn't know my side of the story, right? And that's exactly what I was going to do. I was going to make everything fair and tell him. Tell him how much I like him. Everyone's a winner!

I have a quick shower and put on a large sweater with leggings and pull my hair up in a messy bun. I don't care about breakfast, this is way important. Not caring to lock the door, I head to Zayn's. I knock and hear Mrs. Evans mumbling a 'come in'.

I step inside and she smiles, "Brianna, it has been so long," I smile, giving her a small hug and sitting next to her. "Zayn told me you've been over a few times while I was asleep," she turns back to her knitting. "He's in his room," she looks my way and I thank her and make my way to his room. I needed these answers.

I knock and wait for a few seconds. No response. I knock again and I hear his lazy voice say, "Grans, not now, I'm tired," is he asleep?

"It's me," I say, hoping he wouldn't tell me to go away and leave him alone.

Just then I hear shuffling at the other side of the door and it opens to a shirtless Zayn clad only in boxers. Oh. "Brianna, come in," he says quickly and lets me in and I sit on his bed.

"I'm sorry you should probably go back to bed, we can talk later. You look awfully tired," I force myself to look at his face and not anywhere else. I'm too distracted right now. I mean he's only wearing his boxers!

"No, no, it's fine. What is it? Are you okay?" he moves closer and I try not to look at his body.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I've just been doing some thinking," I look at my lap not really wanting to look at him right now.

"I've been too," he looks at me and I refuse to make eye contact. This is difficult.

"Oh, okay. I just um-I want to know where we stand, what are we?" I'm not that nervous. Maybe, a little bit.

"Me too, I mean you already know that I like you. A lot," he looks at me and I can feel heat rising up to my cheeks.

"Yeah, you should know that I really like you too. A lot," I finally get it out and look at him wanting to see his reaction. His eyes are wide and for a second I thought I'd regret what I just told him, but that was only for a second, because the next second his lips were on mine, kissing me hard and long and both of us smile into the kiss.

He pulls away and keeps his forehead on mine, "Will you be my girlfriend?" he asks catching his breath and smiling - tongue behind his teeth. Perfect.

"Wow, I love when boys propose with only their boxers on," he laughs at that and I laugh too, with our foreheads still attached.

"Is that a 'yes'?" I nod, this time pulling his head towards mine and kissing him again - softly and slowly. This feels like heaven.

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