It was all in good fun until Lou stood up. He pushed in his chair and got down on one knee. He grabbed my hands and looked into my eyes. The girls gasped and whispered. The whole restaurant watched the scene. “Abygayl Vincent, over the last few years, I have fallen madly in love with you. I love everything from your beautiful eyes to your crazy shoes. I’ve needed to do this forever, and tonight’s the night. Abby, will you be my wife?” Before I could answer, Zayn stood up from his seat. “Fuck this shit.” He said before leaving. All of us watched him leave, jaws dropped. That’s when I knew I was still in love with Zayn Malik.
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