Mr. & Mrs. Malik

"Do you Holland Pierce, accept Zayn Malik to be your husband?"

I give a timid smile as I glance at Zayn. My heart tightens at the sight of him. He loves me so much.

"I do."

"Do you Zayn Malik, accept Holland Pierce to be your wife?"

He gives a nervous chuckle as he nods. I hear in the back a few awes and chuckles from the crowd before I hear his deep northern accent fill my ears.

"I do." I look at my love and he is staring back, I read his lips. "I love you." I love you too.

"You may now kiss the bride." His eyes start to glisten with tears and my heart melts for him. I quickly wipe away a fresh tear from my eyes as I smile at Zayn as his eyes sparkle with hope and overpowering love for me. His hands cup my face and he kisses me with so much love. But as I'm kissing him I can only focus on a pair of glossy green eyes as I see the hope of us ever being together vanish away with a simple kiss.

"I now pronounce you, Mr. And Mrs. Malik."