Zayne was definitely one of the more popular guys in school. You both went to the same college, and during both of your freshman years you started dating. You both had two different friend groups, and most of your friends didn’t like his. But either way he still loved you. He was very bold, and confident. He wore whatever he wanted, said whatever he wanted, and he didn’t care about the assholes who judged him. Zayne knew he was hot too. He didn’t have much of a problem flaunting his looks to people. But his heart was entirely yours.

“Hey cupcake.” He hums, ruffling your hair. He called you that since last time you both went to a friends birthday party, you fell into the table with the cupcakes and got them all over you.