Zayn got down on one knee.
"Alison Grace Clifford, since the day Harry first introduced you to me 1 year 5 months ago, I knew you were the one. You got me singing, something that I love. I wouldn't be who I am today if it wasn't for you." He pulled out a ring, and I got a tear in my eye. "I love you, soo much. Will you marry me?" "Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes!" A voice, Nialls, came over the intercom. "She said yes. Zayn Malik and Alison Clifford are officially engaged!" I smiled as he slipped the ring on my finger.
Alison Malik! I loved it! I loved it. The cafeteria erupted in applause. " Attention all show choir members! Please go to the cafeteria! All show choir members to the cafeteria!" The music for one of our songs, Crazier, and I laughed. We did dances by color familys, and blue was last. Zayn and I were soloists and partner dancers.
"You lift my feet off the ground, you spin me around
you make me crazier, crazier.
Feels like I'm falling and I am lost in your eyes.
You make me crazier, crazier, crazier. Crazier."
Zayn ended the song with dipping me down and kissing me. Mrs. Clifford, not my mom, my aunt, said, "Zayn Malik and Alison Clifford!"
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We met in Art class ***COMPLETED**
Hayran Kurgu"uggh. That popular kid, Zach, or whatever is staring at me. " "He's Zayn, the hottest most popular person at school, and he has a huge crush on you." "Eh, whatever". Finally finished! Sequel: No, I hate art class!
