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"And she loved a boy very, very much. More than she loved herself..."

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Chapter 35
August 9, 2015
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Christmas was fast approaching, and so was Zayn and Ella's wedding day.

Zayn had told Ella to do anything that she wanted, although, he should have known that she wouldn't spend an awful lot of money on herself.

And when she came to him, asking him what he wanted their wedding to be themed, he came to the conclusion that she'd want him in on this wedding planning, as well.

He didn't so much mind, tho. Because everything that either he, or she would mention, Ella's eyes would light up, and she would smile.

And every time, Zayn just stared at her as if she was the most beautiful, and intriguing piece of artwork that the good Lord had created.

Because to him, she was.

"Zayn, do you want to do the traditional, 'bride and groom can't see each other before bride is walking down the aisle' thing, or the not so traditional, 'bride and groom see each other before bride is walking down the aisle'?" Ella's sweet voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

She was laying against his chest, with a notebook in her lap, pen in her hand, and glasses on her face.

He wrapped his arm tighter around her, patting her thigh. "Whichever is fine. I mean, I wouldn't mind seeing you before, but I wouldn't mind it being a total surprise, either."

Ella groaned, looking at him with a small smile on her features. "That isn't helping me much, babe"

Zayn only chuckled, and continued to stare at his fiancée. "You're going to be Mrs. Malik." he whispered.

Ella tossed her notebook and pen to the end of the bed, along with her glasses.

"Mrs. Ella May Michaels-Malik. I like it." she giggled, curling up against his chest.

He placed a kiss to her head, his lips lingering a bit longer. "Nobody has ever loved anybody as much as I love you"

"Oh, you've seen Twilight?"

"What? No."

"That's odd. Because that's a Breaking Dawn quote." she looked up at him.

"Hm, damn it! Here I was thinking that I was the next Shakespeare, or something. Making up cute quotes, and such."

Ella laughed, and kissed his chest. "You're my Shakespeare. And you're the best Shakespeare yet."

"How so, baby girl?"

She began tracing patterns on his chest, tracing tattoos, to be more specific.

"Because ours is the best love story yet."

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