The day of the premiere had finally arrived, and my heart raced with excitement as my plane touched down in Los Angeles just after 2 p.m. As I exited the terminal, scanning the crowd, my eyes landed on Dylan, who stood waiting for me with a warm smile, casually leaning against his car. His easygoing presence was immediately comforting, and I felt some of the nerves lift as I walked toward him.
"Hey, you must be Nora," Dylan greeted me with a friendly wave, stepping forward to take my suitcase. "I've heard a lot about you."
"All good things, I hope?" I replied, laughing as I shook his hand.
"Only the best," he said with a wink, his tone light, instantly putting me at ease. "Ready to pull off this big surprise?"
With a deep breath, I nodded, feeling a surge of excitement as we headed toward his car. As we climbed in, Dylan filled me in on what had happened earlier that day. "So, Zac came by right after you called," he began, glancing at me as he pulled into traffic. "He looked pretty disappointed when you told him you couldn't make it." Guilt fluttered in my chest, but the thought of surprising Zac made it easier to shake off.
"I feel bad, but I'm hoping this will make up for it," I said, glancing out the window, the anticipation growing.
"Trust me, it will," Dylan reassured me with a grin. "He won't know what hit him. You're doing great, and he's going to be blown away when he sees you." His words made me smile, a sense of relief washing over me.
When we finally pulled up to Dylan's apartment, I turned to him with a nervous grin. "Thanks again for all of this," I said, my voice tinged with both excitement and apprehension. "I don't know what I would've done without your help." but Dylan just waved it off with a laugh. "No worries at all. I see how happy you make my brother, and I'd do anything to keep that smile on his face. Besides, it's fun being part of the big reveal," he added with a playful grin, his sincerity shining through.
His words warmed my heart, and by the time we pulled into his apartment, the anticipation was almost unbearable. This surprise was going to be unforgettable for both me and Zac.
At Dylan's apartment, the preparations began. A hairdresser and makeup artist, both arranged by Dylan, worked their magic, transforming me into someone I barely recognized. As they added the finishing touches, I looked at myself in the mirror and felt a sense of confidence building. I was ready.
Finally, it was time. I stepped into the sleek limo that would take me to Zac's house, my heart pounding with anticipation. I couldn't stop thinking about how he would react—how this night would change everything.
Meanwhile, Zac stood in front of his mirror, adjusting the final details of his sharp gray suit, paired with a fitted black shirt and polished dress shoes. He straightened his jacket and took a deep breath, preparing for the night ahead. But then, a knock at the door pulled him out of his thoughts. Puzzled, he moved to answer it, having no idea what awaited him on the other side.
As the door swung open, his breath caught in his throat. There I stood, glowing with elegance and beauty, dressed in a sheer black skirt and top embroidered with delicate flowers. Zac's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. He had been convinced I wasn't coming, and now, here I was, more stunning than ever. "Nora... You're here," he said softly, his voice laced with awe and relief.
I smiled nervously, stepping closer. My heart raced as the moment I had been both dreading and hoping for unfolded before me. "Zac, there's something I need to tell you," I began, my voice shaky but determined. Zac's gaze was fixed on me, sensing that something important was coming. I took a deep breath and poured my heart out, confessing my feelings with raw vulnerability. I explained how I had fallen in love, not with just the actor, but with the real Zac, the man behind the fame. "I'm scared," I admitted, my voice trembling. "Scared that I'm just another fan in your eyes."
Before I could say more, Zac reached out and gently cupped my face, his touch sending warmth through me. "Nora, you're not just a fan," he said softly, his eyes full of sincerity. "You're the woman I fell in love with the moment I saw you. And after all these weeks, I've realized that my feelings for you go far beyond what I ever imagined."
Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked up at him, hardly able to believe what I was hearing. "Is this really happening, Zac? Are you really in love with me?" I whispered, barely able to speak through the emotion choking me.
Without a word, Zac leaned in and kissed me, his lips gentle yet full of emotion. The kiss said everything I needed to hear, melting away my doubts and fears in an instant. When we finally pulled apart, he smiled, his eyes locked with mine. "Does that answer your question?" he teased playfully.
I grinned through my tears, feeling my heart swell with happiness. "Yes, Zac. Yes, it does."
With our hands intertwined, we stepped into the waiting limo, leaving behind Zac's house and embarking on the night ahead—our hearts now bound together by love, and the future glowing with hope and endless possibilities.
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More than a Crush
Romance"More than a Crush" tells the story of Nora, a 26-year-old Franco-Moroccan actress and playwright living in Paris, who has idolized Zac Efron for twenty years. Determined to make her mark, she creates a tribute show featuring scenes from Zac's films...