“You’re so full of it.” I scoff. “Mhmm.” He hums. “Not every girl wants you, you know.” “I don’t know about that.” He smirks. “What are you implying?” I ask. “I bet you want me.” “I don’t actually.” “Oh really?” he walks toward me. “What if I did this?” he grabs my face and I freeze. Our mouths are inches apart. My breathing hitches, I want to kiss him. His lips are right there, so close, but I’m frozen. “If you want me to kiss you just say so.” He whispers, lips grazing mine. “Kiss-“Just as I’m about to say it the door opens and in walks Zayn.