Yes or No

Chapter 1

*3 months ago*

Today was the day I get married to the love of my life.

Zayn Malik.

Zayn and I started dating 6 years ago, when I was 15. We had a happy relationship for those six years, so we thought, marriage would be no different.

Zayn proposed on Valentines day, while we were at a very, fancy, expensive restaurant.

"Elizabeth, we have been dating for a long, long time, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" Zayn said, while kneeling on one knee.

"Yes!" I was incapable of saying anything else, I was so happy.

He slipped the ring on my delicate finger, as the whole restaurant clapped.

And today, April 3, is the marriage day.

Stylists were hired to help me with my dress and vail. The dress was a gorgeous white dress that came down to my feet. It was covered in pearls along the trim. The stylists got to work on helping me with my dress. Pinning it, rearranging it, making sure it was secure.

When they were satisfied that my dress was ready, they started working on the vail. The placed it on my head, boby-pinning it so it wouldn't fall off. The stylists avoided messing up my intricate hairstyles, also done by them.

After 2 hours of getting ready with the dress, and vail, I looked on the mirror, and could not believe my eyes. The person staring back at me looked like a stranger. I twirled around, admiring the dress.

"What a beauty." I heard my soon-to-be-husband say from behind me.

"I know, I love this dress." I replied, twirling some more.

"I wasn't just talking about the dress, I was talking about you." He said, walking over to me, in his tuxedo.

"You look great too" I said, looking at the tux.

"Can you believe, that in less than an hour, we will be married?" Zayn asked, kissing my cheek.

"It all seems like a dream" I whispered.

"It's a dream I never want to wake up from" he said into my ear.

He looked at the time on the clock hanging above our heads.

"C'mon, we don't want to be late for our own wedding" he said.

We walked to a hallway, where Zayn dropped me off, and he went through the double doors in front of us.

The music started, the flower girl through tiny rose petals, and the doors opened for me to walk through.

I walked down the carpeted isle, staring at my fiancé the whole time. I got to the end of the isle, standing across from Zayn.

The priest started talking about stuff that I couldn't hear, I was too focused on the man in front of me. Then, I heard "Do you, Elizabeth Macy, take Zayn Malik to be your husband."

"I do"

"And do you, Zayn Malik, take Elizabeth Macy to be your wife"

"I do"

"You may now kiss the bride"

Zayn kissed me full of love.

The family and friends invited, clapped and whistled.

Zayn took my hand, and we walked down the isle through the doors. We had an party later tonight at 7. We got in the limo and headed down to the hall that we rented for the party. The guests started arriving at seven o'clock sharp. We partied until 2 in the morning.

When the party was over, it was time for me and Zayns honeymoon. He had planned a honeymoon in Paris. Zayn was a very wealthy man, I knew that, but that's not why I married him. I truly love Zayn. But, little did we know, all that money was going to cause so much trouble later on.