"You're so full of yourself!" You playfully hit Zayn's arm while he was telling a story about a girl fainting in front of home during a signing.
"But you love me." He whined and you stared at him, admiring his features as the moonlight hits his perfect jawline, chocolate orbs and teasing lips. He also stopped laughing and did the same. You were feeling these stupid butterflies on your stomach, which is you also felt once with Vince. His eyes flickered to your lips and eyes, as if asking for permission. He started to lean in and everything feels right and wrong at the same time. Right; because you felt this is what you like and you have feelings for Zayn. Wrong; because you're still with Vince and you haven't clear things with him. He bit your bottom lip, asking for entrance but you wouldn't budge because Vince's picture showed up. So, you did the best thing: pull away. You stared at him in disbelief as he stared at you with his questioning look.
You shouldnt have kissed him, Cara.