Destiny (Zayn Malik FanFic)

Chapter 25

chapter 25: part 1

I woke up that morning so excited, it was unbelievable. It’s just, I waited half my life to experience a Delrac Cotillion and when I finally got in, I blew it for myself.

I know.

My life is a fucking tragedy.

You can imagine my appreciation when Zayn asked me if I wanted to come. I was so grateful that I would simply be there.

I took the day off from work because I needed to contain myself.

Ella walked into my bedroom an hour after I woke up. She groaned sleepily. “Why are you up so early? I swear, you’re breathing so loud, I can hear it from my bedroom.”

I grinned. “Today is the day!”

“…Your wedding?”

I looked at her incredulously. “No Ella, today is the Delrac Cotillion. The one I’ve been talking about for half my life.”

“God, you are such a loser. I thought you stopped dancing?”

“I did.”

“So why are you going? Won’t it bring back horrible memories and bad karma and all that stupid jazz?”

“Alright, I’m not that melodramatic.”

Ella looked at me for a moment. “You miss it.”

“No, I don’t. I’m being honest.”

She shrugged and turned around.

“Ella, don’t go. I need help! I don’t know what to wear or how to do my hair. I don’t think I even own any makeup, and you’re really good, really, really good at that stuff.”

She stopped walking and turned around swiftly and grinned. “Beauty tip number one: Flattery alwayshelps.”

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I looked at myself in the mirror.

This was the magic of makeup. I don’t want to seem big-headed but wow, I looked, better than my usual passable, I looked pretty. Ella had applied light makeup, curled my hair and then placed my hair into a bun which she pinned to the side. It looked elegant and graceful, something I was not. Ella gave me one of her own dresses to wear; it was a pink pleated mesh yoke dress, something I never imagined would even be in her wardrobe. She told me to wear nude pumps and rose-coloured pearl earrings.

I can’t even explain how thankful I was for god’s gift that was little sisters.

I continued to admire myself when Ella walked in, holding a cup of wine.

“You look brilliant. Zayn is a lucky guy.”

“How many times do I need to repeat myself? We’re not together-”

“Oh, I know. But he’ll be ogling at you the entire evening, mark my words.”

I couldn’t help but smile.

“Are you smiling…? Oh my god, you’re blushing as well! Give me a minute while I go throw up in my mouth.”

I ignored her. “Ella, you made me look like a princess.” She shrugged. “What time is it?” I asked, grabbing a vintage splash clutch from a pile of clothes in my closet and throwing my blackberry and a white, crisp envelope into it.

“Erm, 5:28.”

“Crap. He’s going to be here any second.”

“Right, well you’re ready so… Here’s a cup of port wine. For your nerves.” I widened my eyes, thanking her and taking the cup. I took a sip when the doorbell rang.