Sitting at a booth inside the library, you leaned your head on Zayn's shoulder, your boyfriend. You see him fidgeting with his fingers, he was nervous around you.

He's never had his first kiss, doesn't even talk to anybody, and never even had a significant other. Yet, you can see him smiling to himself on your phone reflection.

"Are you happy?" You ask.

"Um… yes. Are you?"

His stutters over his words, trying to avoid eye contact with you. It was endearing in a way.