When I was a child, I would always admire the way that my parents looked at each other. It was during their stolen kisses when I watched the way they would just looked into each others eyes. It was like they were staring into each others souls.
It was what I knew was love while I grew up.
The way that Zayn looked at me when I walked into the room made me think about it. I wasn't as nervous as I was before.
I walked right over to where he was with my brother.
"You look stunning." He said to me.
I smiled, "Thank you."
We sort of stared at each other for a few minutes before my parents announced it was time to leave. Zayn grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together. I got into the car with Zayn. We were riding alone and my brothers were riding with their respective families.
I noticed what Zayn was wearing once he was walking in front of the car to get inside. He had on a black tuxedo with a red bow tie. He was matching me and I thought it was completely adorable.
He got inside and we waited for everyone else to back out of the driveway.
"You look.. really um, handsome." I told him. I didn't intend to be so nervous when I said so.
I saw him smile a little bit, "Thank you. I wanted to make a good impression when I met the rest of your family."
"I'm sure you'll do that with your charm alone." I teased.
"I hope you don't mind that I snuck a look at your dress earlier. I wanted us to match and I thought it would be ideal if we did so." He admitted.
"No, I don't mind. I'm glad you did it." I said.
Zayn backed out of the driveway and followed one of my brothers to the restaurtant where my parents rehearsal dinner was being held. They rented the whole place out for the night. It was pretty swanky and I didn't think they would want anything less.
The hotel was twenty minutes from my parents house and during the drive, the radio played softly in the background while Zayn and I were silent.
I hated how things could get incredibly awkward between us. I would ask him a million questions if he would let me.
When we made it to the restaurant, a valet opened my door. Zayn walked around and grabbed my hand again.
The valet handed him his ticket and we headed inside. Everyone was there already. I saw some aunts and uncles and cousins. Internally I groaned. It was going to be a long night.
....
Zayn had them all eating out the palm of his hands. It astounded me how he got along with everyone already. My Aunt Nelly, my mom's sister, was watching us from across the table and I noticed how she would smile everytime Zayn whispered something to me or touched me.
He would brush some hair out of my eyes or rest his hand on top of mine on the table every once in a while.
My cousin Blair was the closest cousin that I had to my age. She was Aunt Nelly's daughter and we grew up together.
She sat next to me along with her husband, Kip. My parents were at the heads of the table with my brothers not to far from them with their families.
There were round tables filled with my family members throughout the restaurant. We were in the main dining area and they decorated it rather nicely.
"I guess you have your friend Camille to thank for you two getting together." Aunt Nelly said after Zayn told her our fake story of how we met.
Zayn placed his arm around my shoulders, "Yeah, we do."
