We are dancing at our wedding. Zayn is in a beautiful yet simple tuxedo and for once his hair does not have any hair gel in it. My hair is piled on top of my head in elaborate braids and I am wearing a blue dress with green accents.
The music ends and we stop dancing and he walks up to the mic to make his speech.
Lori walks up next to me and whispers to me, “I am glad he chose you.”
As Zayn says my name I walk up to him. He turns to face me, his face is full of love. I can’t help but think how lucky I am to be with him. He is my destiny.
“I love you Carla.”
He leans in to kiss me.
I wake up to my phone ringing, *N sync's “Bye Bye Bye.”
I answer my phone without even looking at the screen.
“Hello?”
“Hi Carla. I was wondering if you wanted to do some shopping. I want to look nice for the dinner tonight.”
I feel a huge lump form in my throat as Lori talks. I guess that I will have to face the music eventually and the sooner I can the better.
“Sounds good. I need a new dress anyway.”
“YAY! I’ll pick you up in about an hour.”
“See you then. Bye Lori.”
I try to think of what I want to say to Lori when I see her. I step into my shower hoping that I will be able to forget about happened last night but my mind keeps flashing back to the two of us on my bed. I swear I can still feel the memory of Zayn's lips on my own.
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Writing Music ( A Zayn Malik love story)
FanfictionThirteen-year old Carla did not like the idea of moving across the Atlantic Ocean until she met a brown-eyed boy. Could either of them have guessed that the same boy would become one of the most famous teenage musicians just a few years later?
