Zayn (yaaaaayy, more Zayn!!)
We layed together on the couch, simply enjoying the silence and presence of one another. We had been watching a movie, but the credits had rolled ages ago. Now we were just laying here, our bodies fitting together perfectly. Her head rested on my chest while I played with her hair. Perrie was perfect, and although I knew I was far from it, I prayed she thought the same about me. Perrie was the first to break the silence, when she looked up at me, with those perfect eyes.
"Zayn, I've been thinking about us, about the future." We spoke about the future often, and each and every time I was filled with a mixed emotion of excitment and fear, hoping it will be a good talk and fearing it will be a bad one.
"Yeah?" I say, and she continues.
"I want to get married." She said, pulling herself off me, kneeling beside the couch. I sat up myself, and she rested her elbows on my knees and rested her chin on her hands, so we were face to face.
"Of course we're going to get married." I say, cupping her face in my hands.
"I know, but I mean... I don't want to wait. I want to get married soon." She said, cocking her head to the left slightly. She always did this when she was nervous.
"When do you have in mind?" I ask, smiling. I couldn't wait to get married, either.
"Tomorrow!" Perrie grinned. I laughed a little.
"Babe, we haven't done any planning. Our family won't be there. I thought it was important to you."
"Of course our family will be there." Perrie said with a grin, and I knew that this was the bit where her genius plan was going to unfold. "I have booked their plane tickets, I told your family it was just to visit, and I told my parents that I wanted to spend Christmas with them. I didn't mention the wedding, just in case you didn't want to rush into anything. My folks will arrive in the morning, and yours will be here about an hour later."
"Perrie, I would love to get married tomorrow, but nothing is ready. I don't have a suit, or a wedding ring-"
"Zayn, sweetie, you're missing the point." Perrie said, taking my hands in her own. "I don't want a fancy ring, and I don't need you to dress up for me to find you perfect." I opened my mouth to say something, but she continued on. "When I was little, it was so incredible, the thought of growing up, getting married. I wanted to spend months arranging a big fancy wedding, with pretty pink flowers, blue decorations, and the dress, Zayn. A perfect, white dress, just for me." I smiled at the thought of Perrie coming down the isle, walking towards me in her white dress. "I still want that, I really do."
"You can have that, Pez. You can have it, anything you want in the world, name it and I will do anything for you to be happy." I say honestly.
"But Zayn, all I want is you. I don't need a big fancy wedding as proof that you love me. If that's what Managment wants, then so be it, we can get married again back home. But I don't want that any more. I don't want fans coming to our wedding and crashing it. I don't want the media there the whole time, when it's meant to be a time for family and love, and I know you don't want that, either. Let's just get married, with our band mates and family, and have our perfect wedding. No media, no fans." I felt teary as she said this. Perrie knew me so incredibly well. I never wanted a million people to invade my privacy as I exchanged vows with the woman I loved. I had always wanted a small, quiet wedding.
"And you wanted this tomorrow?" I ask her, smiling.
"Or just any time soon, while we're still in Australia. It's so quiet, and we could go down to the beach, and have a small ceremony." I gave her a gentle kiss.
"Anything you want, babe."
A/N;
Not the best of chapters, I know, but I just love Zerrie so much, I just asdfghjkl. So I just wanted a little chspter that was different to the others, you know what I mean? I have to admit, even though other people may find it one of the more boring chapters, it is honestly one of my favourites. Also, I found a page on Tumblr called "Zerrie Is Faker Than Fake". *cough* Unfollow, block, report, delete. *cough* Yet another Zerrie photo on the side, because Zerrie is perfect<3
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Once
FanficOnce, I was young, and very beautiful, with a very sexy boyfriend. Once, we were both in bands, and each had millions of adoring fans. Once, we were so happy we thought no one, no thing could touch us...
