There's No Such Thing As Too Young

"Ugh, your ring is so pretty! I didn't think Zayn had style!" Emily gushed, gripping onto my hand as she inspected my engagement ring.

I'd invited her over last night when we were on Skype, it seemed like forever since we've seen each other, but it had only been a few days.

We were sat in my kitchen, at the counter with my computer in front of us as we watched music videos.

I already gave her some gifts.

Zayn and I had gotten her an ITunes gift voucher and the Lorac pro palette, she'd gotten me new makeup from MAC and had gotten Zayn chocolate and a few jumpers after claiming he had 'shitty fashion sense'.

"My Mom's getting suspicious about Louis." Emily said.

"Uh oh, why? What's happened?"

"She found his T-shirt under my bed, it was from when I sneaked him into my room one night and Mom was still awake, so I shoved Louis out of the window half dressed." She giggled, slightly blushing.

"What did your Mom say?"

"Nothing, I just told her that I borrowed it from you and it belonged to your boyfriend. She knows I'm dating someone, but I told her that it's just casual and that I'd introduce her when I thought it was the right time."

"Don't drag me into it!"

"Sorry, I just panicked!"

I rolled my eyes.

"What did Louis get you then?" I wondered, resting my chin on my hands.

"This bracelet and he told me he loved me, finally!" She stated, lifting the sleeve of her jumper to show me.

I cooed at it.

It was a silver bracelet with a few charms on the chain.

One charm was a silver heart with the words 'You're the Storm to my Trooper' engraved on it, the others were a microphone charm and a 'L'.

"That's so cute! Look at this, Zayn!" I shouted, calling him into the kitchen.

I heard him groan as he removed himself from the couch, slowly padding into the kitchen with the dog following him.

"What's up?" He asked, scratching his tummy as he yawned.

"Look what Louis got Emily."

She held out her wrist for him to see, he touched the bracelet for a second as he inspected it.

"Hmm, that's cool. It could have been worse and nerdier, I guess. I mean, he could have asked you to marry him, then we'd be stuck with you for life." Zayn smiled, flicking her.

"Ow! You're such a dick! How does Drella put up with you?" She whined.

"Because I'm fabulous."

I watched them intently, completely used to them bickering whenever they were in the same room.

I honestly have no idea why they bicker like they do.

Ever since they had first met when Zayn turned up at my school, they just started this weird friendship.

"Ha!"

"You're adopted." Zayn told her.

"Hey! Stop it! Just ignore him, Emily. He's convinced that he found a grey hair this morning, he's been in a vile mood since." I informed her, pulling on Zayn's arm to bring him to me.

"Your hair is black though, I can't see any." She frowned, squinting.

"It wasn't on his head." I mumbled.

Zayn had stormed into the bedroom this morning, waking me up by shoving his package in my face and claiming that he had a grey hair.

There was nothing there, but Zayn wasn't having it.

"Drella! Don't tell her that!"

"What do you-Ew! Ew! That's disgusting!" Emily cried, covering her face.

"I can't believe you told her!" Drella exclaimed, flopping onto the stool next to mine and resting his chin on my shoulder.

"She's my best friend, we tell each other everything." I shrugged, turning my head to nuzzle his cheek. "You need to shave." I added.

He growled playfully.

"Wait, so girls tell each other everything? Even the weird stuff?" He asked curiously.

Emily removed her face from her hands and nodded.

"Yep, do you and Louis not tell each other things?"

"Yeah, but not super weird things, it's not manly. What's Drella told you about me?"

My eyes widened.

"No, no, no!" I chanted, pleading with Emily.

She smirked at me cunningly.

"She said that you tried on one of her thongs the other week."

Zayn gasped.

"No! You promised that you weren't going to tell him, I told you that in confidence!" I yelped.

"You even told her about that?! It was only once and it was a dare!" He defended, his cheeks pink.

"It was not a dare! You randomly tried it on!"

"What color was it? Black? Red?" Emily hummed, smiling wickedly at Zayn.

"It was purple, for your information." He informed her.

"Don't moan at me for telling her and then give her accurate details yourself!" I spoke, turning back to look at him.

"I was just defending myself! If you want to know, then you have to know all the right details! Anyway, it's not like it's gonna happen again. Those things are so uncomfortable, they go up your ass and my junk felt bruised." Zayn shuddered.

"Then don't try on my underwear."

Zayn shrugged, reaching for the cookie jar and taking out a treat, munching on it casually.

"When do we go back to school?" Emily wondered, turning the laptop around to face her and searching for new music.

"Next Tuesday." I groaned, throwing my head back against Zayn's shoulder.

"No way! On the day you work too! Ugh, I haven't done any of the homework I've been given, I just can't get motivated." She exclaimed, sighing heavily.

"Actually, I quit my job this morning." I mumbled sheepishly.

"What? Why?" She frowned.

"Now that we're living together, she doesn't need to stay at that crappy job. I make enough money to cover the bills and pay for food, Drella doesn't have to pay rent because her Grandmother actually owned this house and passed it down to her. So, when you think about it, it's not that bad." Zayn explained for me, kissing my neck gently.

"Wait, you're living together? Finally?!"

"Yeah." I nodded.

"I told Drella ages ago that you two should just move in together, you were practically living together as soon as you started dating. Now, you're getting married. Your relationship has moved so quickly, not in a bad way, you two are made for each other." Emily told us.

I turned around to face Zayn, draping my arms around his neck, I rubbed our noses together, One of my favorite things to do.

"Alright, stop being mushy." Emily complained, looking away and gagging.

"You started it by giving the speech!" Zayn laughed, whistling for Rocky whose head lifted from being beckoned.

He lifted himself from the floor and strode over to Zayn, lifting his paws onto his lap.

"Jesus Christ, you're huge." He muttered, ruffling his short, coarse fur.

"You still need to tell the other guys about the engagement." I told Zayn, helping pull Rocky down.

"Can we not just tell the fans and post it on Instagram, so the fans will see too?" He asked.

Hmm, maybe that's not such a bad idea.

"Fine, how are we going to do this then?" I wondered, biting my lip in thought.

"Take a picture of your hand." Emily told me.

I nodded and Zayn handed me his phone.

I unlocked it and opened up the camera app.

I was about to snap a picture of my ring but Zayn stopped me by placing his hand undermine.

I held onto two of his fingers and snapped the picture.

I handed Zayn his phone back and he opened up Instagram.

I leaned against his shoulder and Fiona stood next to him as he changed the color of the picture and captioned it as 'I'm officially the happiest guy in the world and I can't wait until she becomes Mrs. Malik. That's right, this ride is closing. #shesmarryingme #singersdoitharder'.

We laughed at the caption, as soon as it started uploading and it appeared in Zayn's feed was when I got nervous.

My palms were sweating and the comments started rolling in within seconds!

My eyes skimmed over them.

'@alliebearxo: OMG!'

'@fckNiallHoran: Congratulations! She's a lucky lady!'

'@MiaJohnson: We don't even know what she looks like :('

'@KellyPayne: No :'('

@NiallHoran: I'm coming over! Why am I always the last to know everything?!'

I laughed at Niall's comment.

Zayn locked his phone and placed it on the counter.

"We just have to wait and see now, babe." Zayn grinned, gathering me in his tattooed arms.

"Yeah, I'm scared though." I giggled, resting my head against his after kissing him quickly.

Notes

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