CHAPTER FIFTY
The week crawled by surprisingly slow. Mostly I had been hanging out with Zayn while impatiently waiting for Danny to tell me whatever big secret he had been hiding but he had not said a single thing so far and I really did not want push him. Partly I knew it was because I was afraid of what he was going to say to me. The hardest part of the week had been trying to get Malcom out of my head and well, up till now. I had not exactly succeeded.
“You do know that Zayn likes you more than just a friend, right?” Jade questioned from where she was sitting on my bed, her back resting on the pillow with bowl full of crisps.
“Yeah and instead of talking, you should help me decide between these three dresses,” I carefully laid out the dresses before her. They had cost me quit
