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It was the beginning of March and also our one year anniversary. I was scrambling around the apartment, running up and down the stairs getting stuff ready. I wanted to make this special.

Zayn had called me 15 minutes ago and told me he'd be home from work. The dinner was prepared, which was broiled chicken breasts, homemade yeast rolls, a side of French Fancy Rice from a delicious recipe I found online, along with a fresh side salad. Even though I was only 20 and couldn't drink yet, I'd also had a bottle of wine from the cabinet and 2 wine glasses setting out on the table. Zayn only let me drink on special occasions or when he just wanted to be romantic, as long as we were at home. And this was both special and romantic, so of course I brought it out.

I looked at the clock and saw it read 6 o'clock. Zayn usually didn't work this late. He was normally at home around 4:00. However, he told me earlier that morning that the office required him to work a couple extra hours. So I told him to go ahead and do it since it would be nice not to have him in my hair or over my shoulder while I prepared the special meal. And on top of that, we'd both taken off work for the next day, so it didn't hinder me from spending time with him.

I didn't want to wear anything too fancy. Zayn wasn't much about fancy. He always told me he wanted me normal when we were in our own home, so we settled on only dressing extremely fancy when we went out for important things. Therefore, I was only in an all black button down and a pair of my black skinnies. Now everything was ready and I was just waiting for him to come home.

He walked in the door 7 minutes later, rolling his little crate on wheels. He sat it in the living room behind the couch and I noticed he was holding his other hand behind his back.

"What are you hiding Zayn?" I asked him.

"Oh, just a little something for you, the best housewife in the world."

I raised my eyebrow and slowly walked over to him. "I'm not a housewife. I work, you know."

"I know, but I have a reason for calling you that. You're about to become one."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"I'll tell you over dinner. First, I want you to have these, since its such a special night."

"What?"

He took his hand from behind his back and revealed a beautiful bouquet of yellow sunflowers, blue delphiniums, baby breath and red roses. "For you, my love."

I wanted to cry as I took them from him. They were so beautiful. He always knew what to do to make me smile. "Thank you." I cheesed and I sniffed them. They smelled divine. "I'll just go put them in a vase with water for now and clip them later. But you need to go get in something nice and get your hands washed in a hurry because the food is going to get both hot and cold."

As I turned away he touched my shoulder. "First... aren't you forgetting something?"

"Like what?"

"You haven't kissed me babe. Plant those pretty lips on me."

I smiled and leaned forward kissing him. "There. Now hurry."

And as I went to put the flowers in a vase, he disappeared around the corner with his crate.

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"Dinner is delicious Haz." Zayn commented. "And you look nice. Not overly dressed."

"Thanks. So do you." Zayn's idea of putting on something nice was a pair of dark colored slacks and a soft cotton T-shirt. I appreciated the effort though.