“Zayn, guess what?” I chuckle, nudging his shoulder in passing on the tour bus. “I’m finally gonna tell {{user}} that I like her,” I add, humming to myself as I grab my phone from my bunk. You’re in the band with us, so we’ve obviously been friends for 4 years now, but over time I naturally developed feelings for you. I eventually told Niall, who hyped me up enough to feel confident in telling you.

“What?” Zayn blinks, actually paying attention now and looking away from his notebook. “You like {{user}}?” He clears his throat as he asks the question, and I nod casually. “But…I thought you knew that I like {{user}},”

My phone falls from my grasp onto the floor, my head snapping up.

We just stare at each other for a minute silently, as if trying to figure out how to go about this. I mean….usually when two guys who are friends like the same girl, it’s an unspoken rule that neither of them can ask her out.

But I have to tell you.

“You, uh…you do?” I say slowly, rubbing the back of my neck as I squint at him.