Brave

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• Bennedict

  Viv: true, true.
  Soph: DON'T FREAK OUT. Hij staat in m'n blog c:

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• Bennedict

  Ja. Ik zit even op Soph's account. Ten eerste omdat ze haar computer bij me heeft achtergelaten en ten tweede omdat ik te moe én ziek ben om mijn computer op te starten. Maar. Wat ik wilde zeggen is: mine & your boyfriend look so good on that picture. Just saying.

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• Bennedict

  So. It wasn't ready when you got home, but I'm typing this at 14.57.
  And you're probably not even reading this right now because you want to get it on, like Donkey Kong. But OK, here it goes c:
  
  You're in London, playing your songs. Slowly it's getting darker and you pack up your things and go to meet your friend. You're walking down the street when you accidentally bump into someone. You shyly smile and apologize, but as he looks you up and down, he can't help getting lost in your gorgeous eyes. So he smiles and says: "Its OK"
  He asks if you're all right and you nod. "I'm perfectly fine," you tell him. But as you try to walk away, he pulls you back. "Wait, it might sounds strange. But do you maybe want to have a drink with me?" Even though you're holding back a yes, you shake your head. "I'm sorry, I can't. I'm meeting my friend."
  Before the guy can finish his sentence or give his number, you walk away, looking back one more time to see him look back at his friends, slightly devestated.
  
  In the small café, you spot your friend and say hi. She smiles and pulls you into her arms. After a little talk she finally asks you if you're OK, because you're a bit absent-minded. So you take a breath and tell her about the guy you've just met. When you tell her about him asking you out, she looks at you in surprise. First she's happy for you, but when you tell her you didn't say yes, she asks if you're kidding. When you ask her is it was the right thing to do she gives you a certain look. She is very wise and asks you what your problem is. She kindly reminds you how you will spend your evening when you don't go out with him. Next thing you know is that she pulls you out of your seat and demands you to take her where the boy was.
  
  When you reach the place where you saw him, your friend looks around for him through the store windows. Luckily he walks out of one just when your friend is about to shout your name through the intercom of one of the stores. He recognises you and walks up to you, smiling. Your friend gets the picture and walks away after giving you some quick advise.
  After a short talk about nothing, you finally turn to him, take a deep breath and ask him out instead. Appreciative of your ladyballs, he smiles and says yes. Your friend runs up to you and casually asks why you two don't go dancing, after all, there is a great club in London. Zayn looks at her and mumbles something to you. You take his hand and assure him it's OK.
  
  Later that night, you all dressed up and ready for a night in the town. Zayn is waiting for you and you can't deny the butterflies in your stomach when your eyes meet. Neither can he.
  After some awesome moves you challenge him to do it better. After impressing you with his moves you two start dancing. You two got closer together with every step and eventually Zayn asked if it wasn't time to go home. You agreed.
  Back at his place Zayn took a seat on his bed and pulled you closer. You two shared a kiss as his right hand stroked your back and his left played with your hair. Whilst his left hand replaced his right and started playing with the hem of your shirt, his other hand held yours. Your fingers intertwining and his thumb making circles on your hand. After a while the both of you couldn't handle the heat any more and Zayn pushed you down, taking your shirt off and stroking your bare skin.
  
  The next morning you noticed Zayn's breath on your still bare skin and looked up in his smiling face. "Anne?" He asked and your lips curled up in a smile. "Yes, Zayn?" "I have something to tell you. You smile and repeat his words. You look up in his gorgeous eyes. "I have a confession to make though..." He holds you tight and looks at you as you utter the words: "I'm scared." Zayn grabs a pen from his bedside counter and draws a little something on your hand. "No worries Honeybee. You stole my heart." You smile at him as you see the little heart he's drawn on your hand. "I'll be here for a while."
  Please. He will, because...
  

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• Publisher

  Nice! Dan ga ik zo even lezen!
  And nice!

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• Publisher

  Dan ga ik maar weer even voor Niall schrijven.
  En daarna my first ever chapter voor Zayn!!!

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