#theprincedouche

basically i was taking a class about social media online and during a short break in the class i found a camcorder on the ground so i turn it on and playback the last recording

which consisted of zayn dancing and rapping in front of a mirror 

so i take the camcorder and head to the back of the classroom where he's sitting and hand it over with a "i think one of your friends dropped this.."

and he looks at the video and says in an embarrassed voice: "ah this was from yoga. thanks shirley." (i don't even know what yoga has to do with anything but it made sense at the time, as dreams do)

then our class resumes and the instructor asks us to share our answers in our workbook (in which all of the questions are things you'd find in surveys/memes online???) and to my horror when he asks me to share my answer to the next question:

"Who do you have a crush on?"

which I had jokingly answered with a "the only thing i ship is 1D OT5!!!!!" 

but I couldn't answer with that because as we established earlier, zayn knew my name and wow it's so much more embarrassing if you're not an anonymous gray face----so i blurted something about asexuality

then some boring stuff happened and there was a lot of awkward furtive glances

until eventually we are standing outside (hello sudden and inexplicable scene change!) and zayn is mumbling something about yoga and photoshop

to which i reply with an exasperated "why is your face so attractively symmetrical? fine we can kiss." 

and so this is the story of how i had a dream about kissing zayn even though i still had to look up his name to make sure i spelled it correctly....