Chapter Twenty-Five: Getting Daddy's Approval

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*Zayn's POV*

My heart is racing, it actually worked. She said yes... I'm getting married. I can't believe it, after all my time worrying over this, she actually said yes. I had nothing to worry about at all did I? I smile widely as she grabs my face again, sharing another passinate kiss together. I take her hands into mine, pulling her close and spinning around in a small circle. She giggles and closes her eyes, her smile being brighter than ever. Huh, I guess the things that bring you down only do make you stronger.

"Alright you guys, stop being cute already. I might just puke!" I look over at Doniya who is point in her mouth and making fake gagging noises. I roll my eyes at her childness and pull Kayla back to me, placing another kiss on her nose. She looks up at me with that smile before she places a kiss on my cheek. We walk away from the balconey with Kayla ahead of me. When I see everyone turn back to what they were up to and my family went back to the table, I pull Kayla back to me on the balconey, savoring this moment with a kiss.

"What was that for?" She asks as she giggles, cuddling into my chest for a second before looking into my eyes again. I smile and play with her hair with a smile planted on my face.

"I just wanted to make the moment last longer. I'm in no rush." She rolls her eyes as me as she drags me out from the balconey and back to the table where Doniya and mom were already cleaning up to leave. Kayla runs up to Doniya and hugs her as she does the same to my mom. When my mom talks to Kayla for a second, Doniya walks over to me with a smile on her face.

"How's it feel?" I sigh in relife but I always keep my smile on my face. I'm not going to be able to get rid of this smile for weeks. Maybe even a month if I do say so myself. I'm just clearly that happy, an nobody can change that. I have been inlove with this girl for years and now we are finally getting married. And as I do say so, it feels absolutly amazing.

She nods as she gets her answer, walking over to Kayla and mother hugging her one last time before they head off to their hotel. I asked for them to stay because they are my family and are welcomed at any time. But Doniya said they didn't want to intrude so they were now staying at a hotel. We follow them out as I hug and say one last goodbye to my dear family as they wave goodbye to us and head out in the cab. I smile and turn to look at Kayla as I take her hand and walk over to the car. I open up her door and she slides in with a quick thank you. I smile and jog my way over to the drivers side to finally go home.

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*Kayla's POV*

I breathe out as I snuggle closer into his chest, wraping my arms tighter around his waist. His light chuckling vibrates his chest under me, causing me to smile softly at the feeling. A hand lightly strokes my hair out of my face and his perfect lips were pressed at the top of my head. "Kayla? Wake up sleepy head, we have guest coming over soon." I groan and hide my face in his chest, not wanting to wake up just yet.

"5 more mintues..." and lips were then pressed to my neck. I open one eye up widly and slightly move my head to give him more room. He bites a spot, it hurting but him just being playful. I pull away from him as I look at him with a pout. "Ouchie!" He rolls his eyes at me as he sits up and leans over to me, placing a kiss on my lips. Yeah, I going to love waking up like this everyday, minus the biting.

Once he pulls away he jumps out of bed, literally jumps, and grabs clothes before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door. I giggle at him as I fall back on the bed only to grab my phone. I had a couple messages from Harry, 2 from Andy to tell me to call him ASAP and one from my dad. He wants me to go and visit soon because he wasn't able to make it to the hospital and see me. He just wanted to make sure I was okay. I text him back saying that we will be stop by later. And I look and Harry's message and only laugh at them. I can tell he got drunk last night. Then I call up Andy to see what was up.

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