His arm wrapped around your waist holding you to his hips as he held your hand in his to the side of your bodies. Swaying to the music at your sister’s wedding, laughing at how clumsy you both were at dancing. When you both caught each other’s eyes after a particularly laughing fit, he bit his lip while looking down to you. A small laugh coming from his lips as his head dipped, “Zayn, babe what’s so funny?” He shook his head before looking up and pressing his lips to yours quickly. When he pulled back he held your face lightly in his, “I just, I really think we’re going to be next.” He managed to say, eyes locking to yours. “Wha-what?” You grabbed his wrists, a small smile playing on your lips as it grew in width. “I’m serious. I love you, and I think that someday you’ll be the one in the white dress.” He pecked your lips, your arms moving to hug his torso. “Me too.” You said into his ear. He kissed your cheek as he continued to sway with you. “Someday, this will be us.” He whispered into your ear.
