The Mistletoe

Chapter 19

Wedding Day

Megan's POV

My wedding day has finally arrived and I'm marrying the person of my dreams. It took six months to plan this weeding and Zayn made sure everything was perfect. My dress was simple but yet beautiful, my colors are blue and white. The wedding will be held in a barn in the states and there will only be about 25 guests attending.

I'm in the room where we all are getting ready, sitting on the stool getting my hair curled and the entire bridesmaid’s are already. "Sary I am so nervous. Have you seen Zayn yet? How does he look?" Sary laughs at me and starts putting on my makeup. "I can’t tell you, you have to wait to see him but I know one thing, Niall is so handsome!" I roll my eyes and look over at Zayn's mom. She's looking at me, smiling, and I smile back at her. A half hour later, I'm ready and Dad comes into the room. "Megan you are so beautiful. You look just like your mom did. I wish she was here to see you get married" I smile a little then kiss him on the check and we walk out of the room. "Dad I wish she was here but I know she's watching us. Zayn's mom is here for me and I couldn’t ask for anything better."

My breath catches in my throat when I saw Zayn standing there at the end of the aisle because he was so handsome and I kind of speed up my walking. My dad laughed and what seems like forever to get there, we are there and my dad kisses my check. I hold Zayn’s hand and we turn around to the priest. He says all those famous words then it’s our turn to say our vows.

“I do”

“I do”

Then we kiss and everybody claps and we could hear the boys cheer. I smile against Zayn’s kiss and he laughs. We look out at the chairs and everybody is smiling at us. I look over at my dad and Zayn’s mom and they both have tears in their eyes. Instead of everybody throwing rice and what not at us while walking to the car, we decided on them to blow bubbles instead of rice. We climb into a 1948 Bentley Mark and drive off to the reception hall. Zayn keeps looking at me and he kisses me. “I’m so glad you are my girl! I love you. You look so beautiful” I smile and kiss him, “Thanks babe, you look handsome. I love seeing you like this.”

Zayn’s POV

Megan is my wife now and she looks so beautiful, I can’t keep my eyes off her throughout the night and she never leaves my side. It’s time for our first dance and she hasn’t told me what song we are dancing to because she wanted to surprise me. “Little Things” come’s on and i smile down at her. I lean down and kiss her, “I love you Mrs. Malik”, and we sway back and forth on the dance floor. We take pictures and then we go outside. We came up with an idea to write letters to each other and put them in a box with two bottles of wine then hammer the box together and whenever we are going through hard times in the future, we will open the box and read the letters while drinking the wine.

The wedding is over and we getting in the limo and our bags are already in there waiting for us. We head to the airport and we changed into comfort clothes back at the reception hall. “I can’t wait till we get to Bora Bora!” Megan smiles at me and we get onto the plane. She falls asleep on my shoulder and I kiss her head. She doesn’t know it but I bought us a house in London and before we head off to Bora Bora, we are stopping by London so she can see it. The plane lands in London I wake Megan up, “Wait why we are we in London?” We get into a black car and I drive us towards the house. Megan keeps asking me where we are going but I don’t anything until the House comes into view.

“Zayn who’s house is this?”

We get out and when we get to the door, I pick Megan up and she looks at me in surprise. “Megan Malik, this is our new home” She’s speechless for a while then she kisses me hard and I kiss her back. I open the door and walk into the living room before I put her down. “I had no idea you bought a house. It’s so perfect! I love the master bedroom and bathroom. I love it” She kisses me again and I lightly push her against the wall since there’s no furniture in the house yet. I run my hands down to her thighs and she wraps a leg around my waist. “Mmm, Zayn we should probably get going. Don’t get me wrong I would love to be doing this with you in our OWN house but we can do this in Bora Bora.”