@zayn

Zoe Rivas
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     After I swallow the last bite of salad, Zayn stands up from the table and crouches down on one knee. A few seconds go by, before I can register what he's about to ask me.

"Zoe, I've made the decision that... You're going to be my bride. We're getting married tonight at eight and I've picked you out a dress."

        My lips depart and I freeze in shock, disgusted by what he calls a 'proposal'.
"Hell no! For a second, I thought this was going to be the most romantic moment of my life! But instead, you don't even bother to buy a ring and you say it to me like a demand!"

         He bluntly stares, as he scrambles through the pocket of his tux and pulls out a small velvet box. "This is your ring." As he hands it to me, I slap it from his hand and onto the ground.

"What was that for!? What do you want? you expect me to show up on a damn horse and put yourself before I to decide?!"
        Tears begin to soak into my cheeks and my body trembles in hurt. "No! But I have the choice to say no. You don't own me, you're not in control of my actions!" I scream, swallowing hard.

"Too bad, love." He smiles and continues, "we're getting married tonight in a small church. Just us and the priest."
      "No! Maybe I don't want to spend the rest of my life with you!" I cross my arms for the millionth time being with him and face my back towards him.

"Turn around, Zoe. I'm talking to you." He firmly places his hand on my shoulder and spins my body back around.
        "Look, you're all I want to be with. You complete me. With all due respect, will you marry me Miss Rivas?" I giggle and take his hand, beginning to slow dance with him. "You're a terrible dancer." I admit, but he agrees entirely. "I know I am. But, I wouldn't say you're any better." He winks, as I step on his toes and kiss him passionately.

         He moans into my mouth, before letting go of my lips and taking in some fresh air. "Lets get out of here. We have an hour to get ready." He links his arm with mine and directs me to our new vehicle. "You had to get this piece of junk?" I laugh, opening the rusted car door to get in.
           "Look, I was running from the police. It was the only thing available."

"Was anyone in the car?"

"Yeah, of course. Some old fart was sleeping soundly behind the wheel..."

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, until you threw him out of the car and just about caused him a heart attack." We both laugh hysterically, as we head back to our 'five-star' motel 'suite'.

            "Where's my dress Malik?" I ask, searching the room. "It's right in this closet here, Mrs. Malik." He smiles cheekily and pulls out this beautiful dress that probably costs a fortune. "Who knew a guy like you had such good taste?" I slip out of my clothes and carefully slide into the waist- hugging dress.

        "So, how does it look?..." When he turns around after dressing in a fancier tuxedo than the one he was wearing before, he licks his lips and comes at me. He crashes his lips onto mine, but I quickly end it. "Hey, save some for tonight. Will ya?" I flirt, but he doesn't decipher my words as he breaks the space between us once again.

       During the next half hour, we hold back our many urges and get ready to go. "I think I got a wrinkle in my dress!" I shriek, as he mutters out a chuckle. "We have to go now, our limo is waiting..."

"You got us a limo!?"

"Kinda...."

As we leave the lobby, I take notice of a cab pulled up right in front of the doors. "Yeah, you definitely got us a limousine alright..." When we get in the back seat, the driver with a fancy cap on his head, speeds away and takes us downtown.

         "Alright, get out!" The chauffeur yells at us, as Zayn pulls out his wallet. "Just go!"

    "Don't you want some cash for the ride?" Zayn offers. "Leave! I have a date!" We hurry ourselves out of the car and begin walking up to the brick steps in front of the church. "What was his problem?"

"You have to understand, Zoe... He had a nice date planned with his mother!" We both laugh, while entering into the small space of the church.

         When we get in our spots to begin the two-person wedding service, the priest surprisingly skips all of the boring stuff and gets right to the I do's .

"Zoe Rivas, do you take Zayn Malik to be your lawfully wedded husband?" I pause, "Y-yes."
       "And Zayn Malik, do you take Zoe Rivas to be your lawfully wedded wife?" He grins, "I'm all yours, I've got no control." He looks deep into my eyes, then holds me down and kisses the hell out of me.

It wasn't before long until the quiet church suddenly fill with armed police men that automatically pull Zayn away from me. men with bullet- proof vests on their bodies manage to handcuff Zayn, as I watch him struggle through it all.

"Zayn, you're under arrest for the murder of Luke Hemmings." They take him off and away, as Zayn locks eyes with me while being carried out.

      Despite our differences and struggles along the way, we've made it through this far...

Our hands were meant to be tied, our souls were meant to be one, and this love that we withstood was tested in the most uncontrollable ways... Jealousy strook, inhibitions changed, "I'm all yours, I've got no control," was all that he could say.
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Author's Note:
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Happy, happy ending! Finally I am done writing this book about Zayn! Thanks as always and remember to V/C/F!
Bye!;D