Be My Wonderwall - A Zayn Malik fanfiction

Chapter Eleven

Recap:

Lily doesn't know anything about her parents history. She feels bad so she decides to go to a club, gets drunk and meets a guy there. She doesn't realize who it is until after they explore one another's bodies. She couldn't be more shocked by her findings so she leaves the poor boy stranded and confused.

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Lily's POV:

"Yes?"

"Well, umm, we known each other for..." He counted the years on his fingers." Actually, since we were practically in diapers!"

"Okay..." Ugh, I'm becoming inpatient! Please just tell me! I'm literally jumping out of my seat! Please!

"Well, uh, I really, really hope you say yes, so," He got down on one knee and pulled out a velvet colored box from his coat. "Lily Charters, will you do me the honor in becoming my wife?" He flipped open the case, exposing the beautiful heart shaped diamond. It glistened in the ceiling light of our shabby apartment. It's like this one little creation lit up our world unlike anything else mankind has ever seen before.

I didn't know what to say! I was too shocked and excited to bring myself to the obvious answer. I covered my open mouth with my quivering hand.

I finally managed out a booming 'YES!' And jumped into my lovers arms.

"Whoa, Lily! You scared me for a second! I though you were gonna say 'no'!" I leaned back from the hug.

"How can I say no?" I stared into his beautiful eyes. Our lips started getting closer and closer. We were just two millimeters away from connecting our lips until he said, "I love you."

I froze. Okay, yeah, I agreed to marry him, but there's something not right about him...

I stared deeper into his eyes. They're not Zayn's color... my eyes traveled to his hair. It's defiantly in a quiff but it's not Zayn's quiff... so, if it isn't Zayn's eyes or Zayn's hair, then... who is this?

"Za...yn?" I mumbled.

I looked back into his eyes that were now filled with hurt and pain.

"I'm not... I'm sorry." He turned away and peeled my arms off of his body. I recognized him, but, from where? At the coffee shop? No, I don't like coffee. At the grocery store? No, I don't really go there. Oh, c'mon brain! Think, think, THINK!

"Um, I have to go." He got up and headed out the apartment.

I wanted to scream to the top of my lungs to make him stop, I wanted to say that I'm sorry and please come back! But, how can I tell that to someone I don't even recognize?

I raked my brain for some knowledge of this beautiful man who was about to walk out of my life...

Hm, he likes wearing polos. He told me I was drunk when we had our first 'incident'. Polos... Drunk... Ugh, who could it be- wait... It's him...It's the guy from the club...

"WAIT!" He stopped and turned around. There were tears streaming down his depressed face. I jumped back into his arms and whispered, "I love you. Not Zayn, I love you,-"

*Wakes Up*

My dream came to a screeching halt when there was a loud pounding on the door. Ugh, what the hell do people want? I'll let my mom deal with it because I just wanna be left alone.

Five minutes pasted and the pounding increased and became way more urgent. Fine, I'll open the door.

I lifted myself off of the white bed and dragged myself towards the door. The knocks became more frantic and louder.