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Ours- Taylor Swift

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I wake up and realize I'm not alone. Zayn's laying beside me.

I sigh and get up, changing quickly and putting my hair in a braid. I rush downstairs and see Liam in the kitchen with a coffee mug in his hands.

"Good morning."

"Good morning Liam."

I say, leaning against the counter beside him.

"Are you finally going back to work?"

"Yes...I'm going by Starbucks first though."

"Alright, I'll tell Zayn when he gets up."

"Don't bother. Tell him you don't know where I went."

He looks puzzled.

"Why?"

"He lied to me."

"About-?"

"Perrie."

His eyes went wide.

"He told you??"

"Yeah...So anyway, I'll be going now. Bye Liam."

"Bye Kels." He kisses my cheek before I have the chance to leave.

-Zayn's POV-

I sit up and look to my left. Kelsey's gone.

I rush downstairs and see Liam grabbing his duffel bag for work.

"Where's Kelsey?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"She wasn't in bed." He just shrugs.

What a lot of help. Thank you.

I sigh and head out to find my fiancé.

-Kelsey's POV-

"Morning Marcy!"

"You're back!!" She exclaims, running up and hugging me.

"Yup. Who do we have?"

"Waliyha, Simon and Heather." I gulp and nod, heading into the playroom.

"Kelsey!!" Waliyha ran up and lifted her arms for me to carry her.

I do as she wishes and press a kiss to her forehead.

"Hey sweetie. How are you?"

"I'm good!" Marcy looks confused.

"I guess you two are close?"

"Remember my boyfriend?"

She nods.

"It's her brother and we're engaged."

"Oh my gosh!! Really?!"

I nod with a small smile.

I set down Waliyha and sit on the floor with the other kids.

"Zayn!!" Waliyha exclaims.

I sigh but don't turn around.

He sits down beside me but I stay focused on Simon who sits in my lap, playing with my hair.

"You scared me." He says while holding Waliyha.

"You lied to me."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"How'd you find me?"

"I knew you'd be here. Just knew it." I nod.

"I love you...I'm really sorry...Is it okay if I stay?"

"Ask Marcy. She's in charge."

"Marcy?!"

"Yeah?"

"Can I stay?"

"Yeah sure!"

He looks at me with a smirk.

I roll my eyes and get up, walking over to the snack area, seeing it was 11:30.

"What do you guys want?"

"Apples!"

"Carrots!"

"Banana!"

"Zayn? Can you help me?"

"Already on it babe." I look over and he's already cutting up an apple.

"Thanks."

I finish cutting up Simon's carrot and hand the plate to him.

All that's left is the banana.

As I'm chopping it up, I feel Zayn's chin rest on my shoulder.

"Hey baby."

"Hi Zayn."

He kisses my cheek.

"I'm sorry." I sigh.

"Why'd you lie in the first place?"

"I don't know...I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me." "Lying to me doesn't tell me anything positive Zayn."

"I thought if I told you that you were my first you'd know it was real."

"I would've believed you Zayn...You've lied to me this whole time."

"I know. I know. I'm really sorry. Just please..."

"Please what? Nothing's happened."

"But you're pissed off. I don't like you upset and shit."

"Just let me be mad for a while. I need to stop forgiving you just because you tell me you love me or something."

"But-"

"Not buts. Go play with the children."

He sighs but listens to what I say. I sit next to Waliyha and give her the banana pieces.

"Are you my sister?"

"After your brother and I get married we will be sort of sisters."

"Really?!"

I nod.

"Yay! Zayn?!"

"Yes sweetie?"

"You need to marry Kelsey right now so she can be my sister."

He laughs, his nose crinkling up.

"I can't right now sweetie. Wait a few months."

"Fine." She huffs, crossing her arms. I smile, kiss her forehead and walk up to Marcy. "It's time for your lunch break missy."

"Oh yeah. I'll be back in an hour! Don't have sex in front of the kids! Use protection!"

"Leave Marcy!!"

"Yeah yeah I'm going."

"What's sex?" A little voice asks behind me.

It's Heather.

Simon facepalms. Literally.

"Gosh, mom told us! Remember?"

"No."

Me and Zayn stare in shock at the children.

"It's when a boy sticks his penis into a girl's-"

"Alright Simon how about you and Zayn go play on the swings?"

"Yay!"

Zayn walks up to me, stopping about a foot in front of my body.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"If I'm still mad."

"Are you?"

I shrug and put my hand on the back of his neck, pushing our lips together.

He smiles, and asks for entrance, which I decline. He whines when I pull away.

"I'm still mad."