The silence in the grand living room was deafening. Zayn stared at Finn for a long moment, unsure of what to say no matter how he turned it over in his mind.

The silence stretched on a bit longer, and Finn raised a brow at him.

"So, what do you say? Not sure?"

"You love her?" Zayn finally choked out, the word sounding foreign and corrosive. "You met her not long."

"I knew the moment I saw her five years ago," Finn replied calmly. “I've just been waiting for the right moment to ...