So creative…..
I glanced at Zayn who had my feet in his lap as he looked at the bottom of the takeout container. With Zayn’s just as creative tweet was a picture of the gift tags, the one that said for: I wonder who from: I wonder whoooooo. I glanced between him and my phone, shifting how I was laying causing him to look at me before turning back to the TV and then back at me when I continued to stare.
“What?”
“You tweeted.”
“That’s what a twitters forrr.” He said in a sing song voice and I continued to stare at him. “Yeah I know; are you mad?” he finally broke, playing with the empty Chinese food box.
“No?”
“Did you answer my question with a question?”
“Are you ok?”
“Is that another answer-“
“Shut up and quit avoiding the subject.” He sighed and I sat up, sitting criss cross beside him. “Are you ok?”
“Perfectly fine, if you are.”
“I am.” He smiled.
“I know that.” I gave him a look and he chuckled. “I was actually going to invite you to be my plus one at Louis New Year’s party.” I hesitated.
“Oh.” I reached for my own untouched box of food that he had sitting on the table, opening it and stuffing my face to hide my unsure excitement.
“Is that a bad oh?” I shrugged. “You haven’t decided on the invite because I just asked you? Or was the shrug because you don't know if it’s a bad oh or not yet.” I shrugged again. “Which question was that towards.” I held two fingers up, continuing to stuff my face. “Hmm.” He hummed, taking a sip of his drink. We fell silent, him gathering his trash and throwing it away, bringing me a drink and him another one before I finally opened my mouth.
“This new year’s party is pretty public right.” he nodded, watching me. “So that would mean were going public.”
“Kinda sorta.” I nodded. “But it’s only if you wanted to go.”
“To the party or public?”
“Whichever.” I nodded.
“When is it?” he looked at me out the corner of his eye and I sat there, waiting like an idiot, before my question was understood by myself. “Never mind, please don't answer that.” He busted into laughter and I felt my cheeks heat, stuffing my face again.
“Maybe I shouldn’t go public with such a ditz.” I glared and he laughed. “You’re the one that asked when a new year’s party was.”
“Well!” I complained. “I wasn't thinking, I'm oh so sorry.”
“Your forgiven, always.” He cooed and I sighed, shaking my head.
“So.” I said, hoping to distract him. “What should I wear?” he smiled.
“Is that a yes to the party, and coming out?”
“Mmh.” I nodded and he grinned. “That’s what you want, right?”
“Is that what you want?”
“Zayn.” I said, glaring.
“Yes, but only-“
“Yes.” He grinned. “So, what should I wear?” I repeated.
“Hmm, maybe one of your gifts.”
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Fanfiction“Catalina you don't like being in front of the camera, you rather be looking at the carpet than on it, and you rather write articles than be in them.” She turned her head to the side slightly. “So why are you with him?” Zayn squeezed my hand. “Becau...
