Penny For Your Thoughts?

Twenty-Second

Zayn put on his blazer, fixing his black bow tie. He had on a sapphire blue button down to match her dress, that is if she accepted. He hired a limousine and everything for her. Anything to make it up to her.

When he arrived at her house, she was more than shocked to see him there.

"What are you doing here, Zayn?" Marisaa looked at him in his getup. But he was too busy staring at her. The dress looked gorgeous, but with her hair styled, nails done, and make up she looked like an angel.

"I'm here for forgiveness. And I'm here because I promised to take you to this amazing event, and I never go back on a promise. Especially not to you," Marissa crossed her arms and shook her head.

"You've been acting funny for a while now. Then you just disappeared. I don't want to be caught up in something too complicated," He felt his heart break because he didn't want this to be over.

"No, Mar, it's not complicated. I love you, as simple as that. I love you more than I love myself sometimes," He took her hands. "Please, I want to be yours because my last relationship was screwed up. And I know I've screwed it up here and I know I'll screw up again and again-"

"What are you doing, Zayn," she spoke again.

"And trust me, I can't promise that you won't be angry with me at times. I get angry with myself all the time. But I don't care if I have to fight for you. I don't care if I have to keep showing up until you say yes or following you around. I'll do it all just to be with you and for you to be with me," Zayn reached into his pocket and got down on one knee. "I fucked up so badly thinking that someone else was more perfect for me. And I can't ever expect you to accept me for what I've done. But please consider-"

"Zayn Malik," Marissa whispered.

"Marissa, love, will you marry me?"