One Direction Preferences

wedding ~ Zayn

"Zayn, we can't," you whispered softly as he held your hand and tugged you toward the wedding reception room. You dragged your feet, but Zayn tried tugging you a bit more.

"Shh, babe, don't worry," he smiled mischievously. "They won't even know we're here," he promised as you both hid behind a tall plant so that the workers would see you as you slid into the ballroom.

"You said that last time," you grumbled and your cheeks blushed at the embarrassment you felt from the memory of being caught crashing at the last wedding that took place and getting kicked out.

"Last time, it was a shit party with barely any people there and you looked to good to not be noticed," he said kissing your cheek as he sat at the closest table to your entrance. "And we brought a gift this time," he reminded you pulling a card out of his inside jacket pocket. "And it explains everything when they open it." You sighed heavily as you bit your lip and twiddled your thumbs in your laps. "Look, Harry's here," Zayn said softly in your ear as he caught site of his curly haired friend. Least he could figure out who the hell was getting married then... "We'll be fine," he promised. "It's buffet, it's fine, take a deep breath," he ordered and rubbed your back as he draped his arm on the back of your chair.

You sighed heavily. Zayn had convinced you all summer to crash weddings and parties with him. And you'd had a good track record so far–one couple gladly exclaimed, "the more the merrier!" Another were really cool about it and said you had to leave but they used to do it all the time and gave you tips for the next party you crashed. But the most recent party you crashed, the couple didn't care much...but the club owners, for whom you both work for, were in attendance and they were quite angry.

Yet Zayn convinced you to get dressed up and join him in another crash. "It's the party of the summer, babe," he said as he stood at your hotel door dressed seductively handsome in his tux and smelled like the best cologne in the store. His hair was styled just so and he just couldn't look better if you wanted him to.

So you put on a dress, a new one that you bought that day, put on a splash of makeup, and a bit of perfume and followed the bad boy to the wedding reception. "You look gorgeous, my lovely bird," he hummed into your ear and brushed his lips on your cheekbone. "As always," he continued. You blushed and smiled softly.

"Thank you, Zayn," you whispered. "You look dashing as ever," you said softly. He grinned.

"Thank you, baby."

He took your hand and pressed his lips to your knuckles as he stood up and tugged you with him to the dance floor. "How do you know them?" Harry asked.

Zayn smiled impishly. "I don't," he said shyly.

"Zayn," he rolled his eyes.

"Shh," Zayn said looking at you suspiciously. "Don't give me that look, she'll get upset," he said knowingly and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You sighed as Zayn swayed you away from Harry around the dance floor.

Zayn and you had been coming to the exclusive club since you were young. The summers were yours, the two of you; each of you and your families arrived to spend the summer soaking up the sun and attending rich and luxurious conferences and so on, the very few days after school let out. You had known the cute boy with hazel eyes and dark hair your whole life–and you loved every part of him. You dreaded the end of the summer each year and when you finally admitted you had a crush on him to yourself leaving in the end of August made you want to build a time machine. Younger Zayn and yourself had tried to make a time machine, tried hiding in linen closets in hopes that the two of you could live in the club and never go back to reality.

Only about three years ago did Zayn have the guts to say he felt something for you and he was willing to make it work whether each of you were at the club or back in your hometowns. And of course you wanted to see him. That's when it started to feel like you were no longer in reality.

Zayn talked with everyone. He chatted up people he probably shouldn't have since they were all going to figure out Zayn wasn't supposed to be here. But he held you close to him and stood and talked proudly as he wrapped his arm around your waist. You were his trophy and he won at the game of love. He would never objectify you, but he loved to show you off. He liked introducing you to people he spoke with and smiled when you laughed and told people how intelligent and wonderful you were. He was so excited to hear your plans for the future every time you told someone...it wasn't like they were totally special. You hardly deemed teaching an overly special occupation but Zayn loved it and he was excited and loved the adoration and enthusiasm you had for children and how you would help them.

For someone so shy, Zayn was just a mystery and you think that's why people always felt the need to talk to him. He had this air about him and he always seemed to know just what to say or do in any situation and could find something to talk about with someone all the time.

After enjoying food you weren't supposed to eat, Zayn pulled you back to the dance floor as everyone else spread out on the floor, too. He pressed his lips to yours and he rested his forehead against yours. He loved you all the time, wholly and completely, but when you wore heels, you reached his eye level, and he could easily stare into your beautiful eyes, just about seeing your soul as he gazed at you. And he loved when you wore heels.

"Thank you for doing this with me one last time, bird. I know how nervous you get," he whispered softly.

You smiled shyly. "There's no one I'd rather get in trouble with than you, my love," you told him with a smirk. He snickered and squeezed your waist.

This would be the last party you'd be crashing for the summer. Soon each of you would go back to your regular lives, away from the beach, the sun. You'd go back to school and then spend your late afternoons serving coffee while Zayn would teach art classes to little kids.

"We can do it again next year," he offered. You two lived for these summer months where you would stay at the club and spend you days in the sun attending to guests, you as a child care counselor and Zayn as the golf boy. After three the nights were yours and you spent your evenings eating, playing outside in the sun and enjoying all there was to offer at this beautiful club–and yeah, crash some parties, too.

You smiled and shifted so your head rested on the front of his shoulder. "Great," you said softly.

He rubbed your back as he danced. "You know...half the reason I insist we crash these things is because I love you, and I love the idea of us getting married one day. It just inspires tons of ideas for us to use when we get married," he said into your ear. You grinned shyly and your heart swelled at the thought. Oh God, he thought about getting married. To you.

"You think we'll get married?" You asked quietly.

"I know we will some day, my bird," he whispered.

You smiled and brushed his lips against yours. "I love you."

"I love you too," he answered. "And I promise we'll keep wedding crashers out of our reception," he said knowingly. "Security here is shit," he smiled.

You snickered and he took that as a victory getting you to laugh. "I don't know Zayn, what if there are people like us at our wedding that plan their wedding at parties they crash?" You asked.

"Oh, babe, you'll be able to spot them a mile away," he promised.

"Oh?" You asked. "You're not making me want to stay..." you rolled your eyes.

"Oh, we'll keep those ones, bird," he said knowingly. "They're special," he bit his lip as he looked down at you.

"I guess they are," you sighed softly as he sank his lips into yours again.