Zayn Fan answers:
One about harry:
You are standing at the front of the wooden door, nervous about what is going to lay ahead of you. You are petrified. No other day in the rest of your life has been like this before, its something which will change your life forever….for the better. You look at the wooden door and examine it, all the fine little splinters but they blur. You dont want to cry, its meant to be the happiest day of your life, yet your crying. Its of happy tears of course but you promised yourself that you wont cry. You swallow the lump in the back of your throat that no matter how many times you try to get rid of it, it wont go. You feel your Dad’s arm link closer and tighter to yours. It should be reassuring, but its not. It makes you realise that what your about to do will change your life forever. The door slowly opens, creaking as you hear silence inside. You walk in slowly, family and friends all glaring around to see you in your wonderful wedding dress. That dress that everyone is staring at, the one you spent ages on picking, it all seemed to be worth it. And there he was, my boyfriend, soon to be husband staring at me. His brown curly hair, curlier than normal yet still have the same sweetness he will always have despite being 25. He still looked the same as what he did when he was 18. You walk up the aisle, careful not to step in the little holes so they dont get caught in your heels. There he is, your man. His dimples more attractive than normal. He is the man that changed your life forever, he is beautiful. You glance into his eyes, swelling up with tears. He’s not normally an emotional guy but today he is. “I love you” said Harry before kissing you on the cheek. “Forever and Forever”
One for zayn:
Imagine… Imagine you’re wiping the lense of your camera, bent over a patch of perfectly placed dandelions in long grass outside a towering apartment block in London. It seems like the only natural thing left in the city and you find it strangely calming looking at the three little weeds bobbing in the late afternoon breeze. Tucking a strand of golden, blonde hair behind your ear, you peer through the lens and the familiar, soothing sound of the shutter eases you, until you hear a voice.
“What are you doing?” You stumble slightly in your crouched down position and feel yourself fall, then someone catches you. They’re hands are gripped onto your upper arms, stopping you from face planting into the grass. Groaning with embarrassment you turn around to face the person who first made you jump, and you stop. Those eyes, those beautiful, warm brown, long lashed eyes you know all too well. You remember he asked you a question, but you’re too focused on the perfect quiff of his hair and his signature varsity jacket and cheeky smile.
“Oh, uhm, I was just,” you begin but realise you’re not making any sense so you just hold up your camera, “photo.” You mumble, feeling your cheeks burn.
“Can I see?” Your head shoots up and you see Zayn Malik staring down at you, his eyes full of earnest and interest. Nodding, you begin flicking through the photos that appear on the digital screen of your camera and hold it up for him to see. He raises his hand and places it over yours so he can steady the camera and get a better look, unknowing the effect his touch has on your already screaming nerves. “That’s impressive,” he finally says, but he doesn’t move his hand away.
“Thanks,” you smile up and him and his eyes lock with yours, “I like finding beauty in ugly places,” you mumble and move your eyes downwards. You’re eyes however jerk up when you feel a gentle hand on your cheek and see Zayn watching your lips carefully,
“Me too,” he whispers and leans forward, pressing his lips to yours.
I hope I helped xx