"So, what's next?" Zayn mused next to me.
"Phone." I demanded. Zayn raised his eyebrows, an amused look planted on his beautiful face.
I did NOT just think that.
I typed my number in, and stuck my tongue out, going to take a silly picture for my contact, but Zayn appeared behind the phone making a funny face, which I don't even know how, but made me laugh.
So my contact picture was me laughing.
Greeaat.
I swiped my finger up to the top of his contact list to see his number, dug my phone out of my bag, clicked on create new contact, and typed in his number.
"Smile!"
I saved the contact, giving Zayn his phone back.
"See ya Zayn, call me maybe!" I laughed, singing the last bit shaking my bum around a bit.
Zayn was biting his lip trying not to laugh.
"Oh just laugh, you dumbass!" I bursted out laughing, squeezing my eyes shut for a second, Zayn mirroring my actions. We were now in the airport.
"Bye Zayn!" I choked out in between laughs.
"See. Ya. Isabelle!" He waved, still laughing.
I walked over to Tay at the luggage claim, as we chatted waiting for our bags to come 'round.
