Twice in a Lifetime (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 65. Church.

Chapter 65

Zayn's POV

She wasn't wearing the ring. I realized it when I unconsciously looked at her hands, no sign of the ring. She had to have it in her possession because I checked her balcony before we went to the mall and the box was gone.

Damn it, why wasn't she wearing it?

Did she hate it? Was it too much?

God, what the hell was I thinking buying a damn stupid promise ring. I thought about it for a long time but something pushed me to finally buy it. And it wasn't exactly cheap.

I knew getting a ring would've probably scared her and she probably mistaken me for asking her to marry me. I would never propose to someone like that. It had to be done face to face and I'm sure Mia would love me to go down on my knee after a romantic picnic in the moonlight or something.

Not that I was proposing anytime soon.

But seeing Mia's reaction when I proposed would be a memory I'd like to keep forever. Her gleaming smile, her tears of happiness, imagining the way her eyes squinted from her chubby cheeks, it's a picture I'd want to cherish for a long time.

Just like the expression she wore on the tour bus when I 'proposed'. She looked absolutely surprised and .. Appalled I guess.

I wanted my 'getting down on one knee' to be a once in a lifetime kind of thing and since I've already thrown that down the drain, I needed to take more caution when asking for someone's hand.

I was more than sure Mia was the one for me. Despite everything that's happened, all the hurtful things we've said to each other, she managed to drill a place in my heart, a special void that only she could exist in.

Maybe catching some sleep will take my mind off of Mia not wearing it.

***

The next morning around nine, after throwing on my classy black suit, I walked over to Mia's room, knowing fully well that she was already prepared for the wedding.

"Come in," she answered proceeding my knocks.

I opened the door and to my surprise, she wasn't even dressed yet, still in my shirt, curling her brown hair in loose waves in front of a mirror that hung on the wall. She never curled her hair often, only during special occasions but this look was probably my favorite of hers. It's an added bonus that she was wearing my shirt.

Last night when she turned up on her balcony, wearing my shirt, my heart literally stopped. So many things were running through my head and I thought getting out to get some fresh air would calm me but seeing Mia, seeing her hair flowing with the breeze, her face illuminating from the light of the moon, looking so carefree, it was breathtaking.

"Why aren't you dressed yet?" I asked, seating myself on the end of the bed.

"I was getting there. Putting on my dress is the last thing I need to do then we can head out," she told me, moving onto the next strand. "What time do you need to be there?"

"Uh, I'm not sure, why?"

"I don't know, maybe because you're one of Louis's best man?" She was so cute when trying to act sarcastic. Actually she was adorable in all moods - pissed off, nervous, infuriated.

"I'm sure he won't mind what time I arrive. As long as I'm not late," I rose up and walked over to stand behind her.

"Okay, I'm almost done. Just one more to go."

The more I looked at her through the mirror, the more I saw a little girl. A dear little girl who's been through so much yet she was still able to live through them. I could understand why she was so angry at me for sputtering off the words I said last night. But I was mad and a little jealous about why she cared so much about Harry. If she knew what he did to me last night, she'd be the one angry at him. Well, at me too. I was the one who started it. Still didn't give him the right to throw one at me. Luckily he didn't give me any bruises or Mia would have blown up with questions.