Through The Dark | Zayn Malik

Chapter 22: The Wedding

~6 Months Later: Wedding Day~

"Selena get in your dress," Trisha said to me. I nodded heading towards the room they booked for me.

After the proposal, Zayn and I went to go see his family. They already knew about Zayn proposing so they approve of me.

Me and Doniya were really close, she was like my second friend. Waliya and Safaa are amazing, they helped me through a lot of things.

I got into the beautiful white wedding dress that me, Trisha, and the girls, including Emma helped me choose.

It was gorgeous, it had a sweetheart neckline then down it all clings to my body showing all the curves I have just discovered I had. I looked into the mirror and saw the most gorgeous girl, and what really surprise me was that she was actually happy. Her eyes, her smile, her.

That girl was me.

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"Are you ready?" Yaser asked me. Since my dad was dead I decided that Zayn's dad would fit for walking me down the aisle. I cried at the thought of both of my parents not being here on the most important day of my life.

"Yes," I said and he smiled at me. Taking my arm in his.

The doors opened. Everyone in the church turned around and gasped at me. I looked at Zayn, who was standing next to Zayn smiling at me. Yaser let go of my arm when I was in front of Zayn. I took Zayn's hand in mine.

After the priest said his words, Zayn repeated them.

"I, Zayn Jawaad Malik, take you, Selena Marie Martin, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life," he said, staring into my eyes.

"I, Selena Marie Martin, take you, Zayn Jawaad Malik, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life," I repeat and saw happiness in his eyes.

"Zayn Jawaad Malik, do you take Selena Marie Martin to be your wife?" The priest ask. My breathing stops and I stare at him as he stares back at me.

"I do," he says slowly and I let out a breath of relief.

"Selena Marie Martin, do you take Zayn Jawaad Malik do be your husband?" he ask.

"I do," I say and he smiles at me. I almost want to cry for how beautiful he looks right now.

"You may kiss the bride," he puts the ring on me and leans in to kiss me. I press my lips to his. Sparks flew everywhere, no matter how many times we kiss, this will be our most important kiss. I pulled away and looked into his beautiful hazel brown eyes.

He grabbed my hand and we walked down the aisle and into our limo.

"After you Mrs. Malik," Zayn winked at me and I blushed at his words and went inside the limo. Zayn came after me.

"I can't believe this is really happening," I say. He smiles down at me and I knew that he loves me.

"Me either. I'm so glad now that you're mine," he said. Rubbing his hands over mine.

"I always was yours," I truthfully stated. I leaned towards him and pressed my lips against him. I kissed him slow till things started to get intense and he started to kiss me more passionately, slipping his tongue into my mouth.

A fake cough came from the front of the vehicle and I pulled away to see the driver smiling awkwardly at us.

"We're at the reception hall," he said and we nodded. Getting out of the car we headed towards our private room.