The only thing I was absolutely certain of was that I had no idea what was happening. One second ago I had met my celebrity crush, Zayn Malik, and the world swirled around me. My Publicist assured me that if everything went according to plan, I would be the most famous girl in the world within a matter of seconds. My conclusion was that one of the screws in her brain came loose to come up with an atrocious plan. In her crazy mind she planned on filming me doing something outrageous to
make me go viral. I questioned whether I should remind her that I was trying to become a supermodel, not a clown. When she saw my complexed expression, she tried explaining to me what she called her mad genius plan, but I wasn't following, since she always talked in what sounded like gibberish to me. By the fourth time she elaborately explained without me understanding, she gave me, throwing her hands in the air, and rolling her eyes into the back of her head.
"I will leave you in the hands of hair and makeup, you will attend an event that will change your life!" She clapped her hands together, and squealed, then hopped out of the room.
That's how I came to be standing in front of the most amazing man in the world, and wow those pictures did not do him justice. His jawline was so chiseled I'm sure he could rip my heart out with it if he only desired to. His eyes were dark and smoldering, but warm and inviting at the same time. They were so alluring, I wanted to pack up my soul and permanently move
inside his eyes. I swear everyone in the room had their eyes glued to this gorgeous god.
"My lady" he speaks in his mouthwatering accent, while holding his arm out for me to hold. I almost faint on the spot, I never thought I could be 200 meters from him, let alone that he would acknowledge my existence and call me "MY LADY". I swallow nervously and tuck my arm in around his. I remember the words of my publicist chanting for me to go along with whatever happened no matter how strange.
Zayn leads me from the open door of this fancy restaurant to a table that is reserved for the most elite of celebrities. In the most miraculous way possible, I keep my cool while dining with Zayn, and with other A-list celebrities. I stay calm when he holds my hand, and presents me as his long-term girlfriend to the press. I am even chill when after stuffing my face with the most extravagant food in the world, Zayn asks me to dance with him. After our dance, Zayn pulls me impossibly close and kisses me on the lips. He is so soft and warm, I choke up and almost start crying. All the celebrities around us stand up and start clapping for our love. I turn and smile at them, letting a tear slip out. Zayn smiles warmly, takes my hand and plants a kiss on it, the next thing I know is that he is standing on one knee, while holding a little black box in his hand.
"Selene, I know I didn't get to show you off to the world before, we kept our love hidden from the media for so long, and in that time I got to know your soul, and I'm convinced you're my soul mate. I love you so much that words can't fathom how deeply I feel for you, Will you marry me?"
I gasp deeply, and start choking on my tears. I have had so many fantasies for this moment to happen to me, and now here it is.
"Yes ! Of course I will marry you Zayn Malik, you are my life."
He sighs in relief that I said yes. Smiling he takes his sweet time putting the engagement ring on my finger. He stands back up, and leans in close to me. He smiles lopsidedly and wipes away my tears. Everyone is clapping like crazy, but my senses shut them out, all I can focus on is this gorgeous man in front of me. Deciding to stop teasing me, he kisses me on the lips while wrapping his arms around my waist and picking me up. I am the happiest girl in the world. I am Zayn Malik's fiancé.
