The past two weeks all i could do was ponder, if that night meant anything. It obviously wasnt me drunk, because when i woke up, i hadn't regretted anything. Zayn had been more gentle, constantly, hugging me when i didn't smile. I couldn't stop wondering what Zayn felt through that day. At the moment he was sitting on the couch in our room, in his sweats,and was watching TV.
I couldn't stand it any more, i grabbed out my phone and dialed my younger brother.
His phone rang, until i heard his voice i was so sure of what i wanted to say.
"Smello?" He always answered like that.
"Hey,Josh it me, Charlie." My voice came out raspy.
"Hey,sis was up?"He asked, i could hear his nerdy friends in the background.
"I,well i need some advice, since your a ladies man and all that." I had to sound like my sarcastic self or both Zayn and Josh would know instantly what was happing.
"Ok,fire away!" He laughed through the phone.
"Ok, well two weeks ago, Zayn and I well. Did it. But heres the catch, we were drunk. Ut i over think it and i don't regret it, but i don't know if he felt the same." I huffed. My brother knew all about, DTR, and what not.
"Well, how is he acting?" He asked as if this was a normal conversation.
"He is acting like, well a boyfriend. But he hasn't asked me out yet."
"Well,the only way you will know if he felt the same, you have to do it when you aren't drunk. Then you will know."
"You are encouraging me to do this?!" I asked, causing Zayn to look away from the couch.
"Yes, because obviously you like him, or you wouldn't be calling me right now." He said stubbornly.
"Well, i gotta go, love ya Joshie. See you soon." I hung up.

"What was that babe?" Zayn asked.
"Well, i called my nerd brother, and he was being his weird self." I lied sitting on his lap.
"Oh, and what did he want you to do?" He asked.
"Just call Mary, because she feels bad. I am pissed at her, i asked her to meet up with me,and she stood me up."i answered,turning my body to face him.
"Oh, you should call her." He smiled. He had his hands resting at my hips, and was looking at me. I think now was the time to follow my brothers advice.
"Hey,babe, wanna go else where?" I asked, moving my eyebrows up and down.
"Are you sure,Charlie? I wont pressure you into anything."he looked worried. Ok so he cared.
"Yes,Zayn. We have done it before." I answered hugging him.
"Ok, but look at me." I looked at him. He cupped my face with his hands,
and he kissed me. "This time, but i cant do it all the time." He winked picking me up and setting me on the bed.

----------------three hours later---------------
We were just laying there, playing with each others fingers.
"Zayn?" I asked. And he turned to me.
"Yes,love?"he was smiling, after we did it, we got dressed again, and now here we are presently.
"I love you DJ Malik." I smiled. Curling into his chest.
"I love you more. I am depressed we have to go back on the tour bus. You know what that means?" He looked at me, and kissed my forehead.
" We have to tell the boys that Zarlie is official."i answered.
"Well, my love we should get on that bus. We know very well they will leave our asses."
He smiled and kissed me.

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