SHORTS

Shea's POV

I slam the car door shut on my Bentley, and walk up to the porch of the flat that Zayn and I share. I unlock the front door with my keys, and step inside. I throw my purse down on the couch in the den, after closing the door behind me. I head into the kitchen for a snack and shout, " Babe! I'm home! In the kitchen!" As I pull out the peanut butter, I realize there was not a reply. That's weird. He said he would be home when I got back. I put the peanut butter on the counter and open the fridge to get out the apples. On the top shelves alongside the water pitcher, is a note. I grab it, then the apples, and stuff the note in my pocket. I prepare my snack, then sit down on the sofa, and turn on the TV. I shift around on my bum, not feeling comfortable, then remember the note. I pull out the crumpled mess, and open it. It read,

Shea-
Meet me where your eyes shone bright,
Meet me where my life turned right.

I sat back confused, pondering the riddle. The only thing that came to mind, was "The Kissing Tree" where we met. Oh, Of course! That must be what he is talking about. I never knew he liked writing poetry. I giggled, and pulled my coat tighter to my chest. I grabbed my purse, then headed out for "The Kissing Tree".
When I got to the tree, Nobody was there. I sat down on the picnic table bench, deciding to wait, in case they were waiting on purpose. As I suspected, Niall and Liam pop out from behind the big oak tree, in the cutest little vests, and set the table with a tablecloth, candles, and set up two places. I put down my purse beside me, and lean across the table. The two boys disappear, and Harry and Louis come to in matching outfits. They come up to the table, and for the first time, realize I am alone at the table. Harry opens his mouth to say something but, as if on cue, Zayn pops out in a white tuxedo.
Harry hands me the menu, and I laugh. I look it over and decide what to get. I hand it ack to him and tell him I am ready to order. He nods and says, in the most hilarious French accent ever, "Good. 'ow. Vat vould you 'ike to ordair?" I crack up, and catch Harry's eye. He is glaring at Zayn. " I will have the steak, with rice, and the champagne to drink." He smiles, nods, and heads off with Louis, who took Zayn's order. Zayn and I are alone, but he looks nervous. Does he have bad news? No. Think Positive. "You look majestic in that Tux." You say quietly, and he cracks a smile, "Majestic huh?" "Yup. It's a new word I'm trying out. I thick it suits you very well. " He leans across the table and kisses me passionately on the lips. I pull bad not wanting to make out in front of the guys. He just smiles, and says, I love you. I reply with and 'I love you too', and he leans back. A few minutes later, after Zayn stares at me and I stare back, our food comes out.
I enjoy my steak in silence, and sit back when I finish. Niall and Liam sneak back out, wheeling out projector and a screen. I gasp inwardly, not known what to expect, and look at Zayn, who looks just as nervous as when he got here. I go to sit next to him, trying to comfort him, and he smiles. The proctor is turned on. A slide show starts playing, as well as Niall on guitar while the others sing softly. The sideshow is a bunch of pictures of Zayn and I. They all look so cute. I watch in silence with tears falling down my cheeks. This was so sweet of Zayn. He is the best boyfriend ever. I lean my head on his shoulder, and he rubs circles on my back. As the boy's song comes to and end, so does the slide show. It goes black, and I stand up. I am about to thank Zayn, who is standing up as well, when the screen lights up again. On it, on different slides, say the words


I love you. Shea Marissa Clifford. Will you become. Mrs….


At that, I choke up and stare blankly at the now blurry image from my tears.



Shea. Clifford. Malik?


I start sobbing happy tears, and look at Zayn in disbelief. Only then do I realize he is on one knee, and has the most gorgeous proposal ring on display in his hands. " Will you marry me Shea?" I am at a loss for words, so instead, I nod my head vigorously up and down. His smile shines so bright in the light from the projector. He stands up, slides the ring up my wedding finger, and wraps his arms round me in a hug. I am so over-joyed, that I don't care if the boys are watching. This is my soon-to-be husband! I kiss him passionately on the lips and we go into a make out session; My hands in his hair, and his running up my back. I smile through the kiss, and after a about a minute, Louis comes over and shouts in our ears, " Get a room, would ya!!!!!" I pull away and am thrown into a fit of giggles. Then literally, thrown across Zayn's shoulder and carried to the car. On the way home, I don't talk, I just smile and think, I am the future, Mrs. Malik!!!!!

Notes

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~Abby<3