Louder Than Words

Chapter 39

Andrea taps my shoulder making me notice I've been quite for quite awhile. Gosh look at the size of that rock, his eyes, his smile, I guess I couldn't stand not seeing that face in the future.

"Zayn, I really want to say yes but I know how much you'd love to make a family and have a Zayn or Kacey Jr.," I wipe a tear from cheek, as I recall about Harley, my first and last born, "And I can't do that."

I run off backstage. This wasn't what I had planned for my life, not last year. Last year I was just dreaming over making eye contact with one of them, Paul even. He hasn't to fall in love with me, I had wished it but I had never meant for that to happen.

Faint footsteps become stomps.

"Kacey?"

"I'm sorry Zayn, I don't want you to marry the wrong person."

"I don't want to marry the wrong person, that's why I asked you. Kacey please, we don't need to have a family of our own, we could always adopt, there are so many kids that need a family."

"There child won't be from our blood, it wouldn't be the same."

"It won't, it'll be better because we'd be helping someone and raise them as our own and they'd be happy again."

I stay quiet.

"Kacey please, I need you to say yes."

"Then its a yes, a million times yes." As I say it, he gets up and wraps his arms around me. I'm shedding tears of joy and I had noticed but the boys had run backstage and they had joined in the hug and so had Andrea. The break apart and Zayn takes the ring out of the box and puts it on my left fore finger, perfect fit, again.

"I love you." I tell him as he kisses me in front of everyone and I didn't care. I didn't even care that my manager would be very mad at me for stopping the concert and the fans were probably depressed and shocked.

"I love you more," he whispers into the kiss as he smiles

We walk back towards the stage, and since we've left them dumbfounded we decide why not take it further?

Zayn walks stage and sits on the stool I was sitting on, looking down and misunderstood.

Then I rush on stage and the camera crew zooms in one my left hand with the ring and the crowd goes insane.

Zayn stops acting and gets up and hugs me once more before returning backstage to meet with the other boys.

"I'm so sorry for that but," I wipe a year from my eye, of joy,"I'm so happy."

I giggle.

"This song is called skinny love and sorry for the wait." I continue

- Post Concert -

My body makes a loud boom sound as it crashes onto the wall. We stare intimately into each others and tease each other by standing not even a centimeter apart and looking each other straight in the eyes. Not being able to hold my self from those brown mysterious eyes and beautiful lashes. I crash my lips onto his. We kiss roughly, not breathing for a while.

"Babe lets do it" I mutter into the kiss.

While his lips are still touching mine he moans 'Mhm'

He grasps the bottom of my shirt and slowly puts it over my head. He stares down at my chest and holds my boobs in both of his hands.

I grab his shirt and begin to kiss his collarbones while tracing his tattoos.

For some reason we stopped and he just explained the meaning of all his tattoos, the real reason not the bullshit he told the media. We were no longer in the mood to fuck, even though we were naked and lying on top of each other.