~ wdw imagines ~

2. how to make an entrance (zh)

i'm in love with the sound of my golden heels clicking on the frosted walkway heading leading to the ballroom entrance. i fix a small curl of my wavy hazel hair that's hanging over my slender shoulders. as bittersweet violins echo ahead of me, i think about how nervous i am for the ball.

but this wasn't just any ball. this was the annual youth's ball, held for charity, and this year, the theme was classical. Which meant, instead of the short party dresses and dances like the cotton eye joe, this year would showcase grand ballgowns, and a live orchestra. it wasn't my usual type of thing, but my boyfriend, zach herron, had choraled me into coming.

i didn't think i would be ready for the ball, and i still don't think i am. my nerves are shaking me to my core, and all i want is to see zach's face.

he was already in the ballroom, with the members of his band, why don't we. well, in fact, pretty much everyone was already in the ballroom. i was fashionably late.

as i neared the ballroom balcony leading to the grand staircase onto the floor, i just hoped i wasn't too late. i took a deep breath and entered past the curtain shrouding the entrance of the balcony.

but, suddenly, i come tumbling down to me feet, as i trip over the entrance, and fall on my knees. i slowly look up, to see all of the guests looking at me, some in shock, some laughing, some blushing. the orchestra stops playing, and i don't know what to say.

the silence is broken with the slow clapping of a tall handsome boy in a tuxedo, who smiles at me. i recognize him as jonah marais, zach's band member. as my eyes scan around, looking for zach, but he's nowhere to be found.

then, i hear a voice from behind me. "babe! so glad you could make it!" zach appears from behind me, laughing sheepishly. he helps me up, before whispering to me, "trust me."

before i have time to think, he kisses my lips passionately as i put my arms around his strong shoulders. his lips are sweet and soft, and i feel my nerves calm down. i hear the floor erupt into applause, and hear a few whistles, as we slowly pull away. i don't care about the thunder of the crowd; zach's the only thing on my mind. he blushes softly at me, as i see the red stain of my lipstick around his smile. he takes my hand and reassuringly squeezes it.

we smile at the crowd, before descending the staircase. "thank you for saving me," i whisper to him. "oh, y/n, you know i'll always be there for you, even when you're a total klutz in front of a whole ballroom of people," he says, as i elbow him in sarcastic spite.

"but, honestly, y/n," he says, crossing in front of me. "you do know how to make an entrance," he says, breaking out into a hilarious grin. "shut your mouth, zachary," i say, laughing back. "oof, i'm done for," he says, with a cocky smirk on his face.

"we'll see about that," i say, as he takes my hand and we move into the middle of the ballroom.

"oh, also about that kiss..." he says, as he takes my hand, ready to waltz. i kiss him back as an answer.

our lips part, the rush of the moment is exhilarating.

i don't think i've ever loved a boy more.

"can i just marry you now?" he says, laughing to the ceiling.

"maybe one day, babe," i say, as he twirls me into his arms as we dance on the marble floor.

"maybe one day."

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