the matchmakers

notice

[ A/N : part in italics = (future/2019) Zayn's story ]

As I wander back into the living room. My mind keeps going back to what (future) Zayn said.

"Our eyes used to catch each other even when we didn't know each other. Even when we were just participants in X-Factor."

I notice things I didn't before. Zayn's and Harry's eyes do meet each other every five minutes. Till now. Their hands find each other, touching, poking, stroking. Till now.

"We were put in a band and I was — to be blunt — fucking Harry against the bathroom wall within a few weeks..."

My breath catch in my throat when Zayn excuses himself to go to the bathroom, Harry following him not a few minutes later.

How did we not notice this before?

"I don't know when I fell in love with him...but I know that somewhere along the way I did. And I fell hard."

When they return about fifteen minutes, their hair and clothes kinda messy, I close my eyes, and then open them again. Their eyes are still on each other, never leaving each other. They look at each other, their gazes fucking hold each other with adoration and love.

The way they fucking look at each other. They are so fucking in love.

"I love him. I still do. Is that pathetic? If it is, then I don't care."

If I was even a little in doubt that Zarry is real, I am not anymore. They are so real. Realer than my whole life.

But that's not what shocked me the most.

"So one day at the rooftop, I told him I loved him. Turns out, he felt the same."

Shami : "But wait. Since when have you guys been dating?"

"December 2012."

They are dating already. And we didn't even notice.