Engaged [z.m.]

Chapter 13: Tonight

C H A P T E R   T H I R T E E N

Zayn

I checked my appearance one last time, matting my hair down a little bit on the back and loosening my tie a little bit. I glanced in the mirror and eyed myself for about ten seconds. Sighing, I pulled out the Chanel perfume Perrie had gifted me and spritzed in every direction possible.

I felt for the blue box in the back pocket and sighed in relief when I felt the bump on my fingers. I sighed again and sat down on the small leather seat that was next to my front door. I closed my eyes and tried to somehow wash away the stress but I failed.

Everything will change today.

If she says yes, I'll be getting married. I'll be forever engaged to the girl I love. She would be my responsibility in a much different manner. My relationship status would change. The response from others will be overwhelming, both in a good and bad sense.

If she says no then I'll be shredded in pieces. I would no longer understand what goes around me and I will lose it.

I was scared about rejection. I was scared that if she doesn't say yes now, she's never felt the same way about me that I have for her. She's afraid of commitment. She's not ready. She possibly doesn't love me as much as I love her. She doesn't need me.

She doesn't want me.

My mind constantly reeled with thoughts. The nervousness was making my stomach tie itself down in several knots, explode and then tie itself back again. I felt sick but I felt the excitement.

I felt the excitement of her being mine in the way that many hoped for. I felt excited for her saying yes and leaping into my arms. I felt excited for finally being able to slide that ring down her delicate finger.

I felt excited for her being Engaged, metaphorically and literally, to me. Forever.

I rubbed my temples for the millionth time today. It didn't help but gave me some peace at mind that at least I tried. I took a deep breath and hauled myself up from the chair. I walked over my front door and yanked it open, walking into the warm summer air. London's weather was extremely unpredictable but today's weather was perfect for everything that I had planned.

I locked my door and walked over to my car, got inside and checked my phone before I started driving. I had no texts from Perrie which was normal because she never texts me before our dates or dinners. She, only texts to check on the timing but other than that, she always says that she doesn't want to bother me before we met.

Oh, if only she knew how much I enjoyed our little text conversations.

I started driving a couple of seconds after I checked my phone. My palms felt hot against the steering wheel, my foot tapping against the leather mats of the car. I ran a hand through my hair as I pulled into her driveway.

What is she going to be wearing?

What if she's sick?