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Your POV:
February 22, 2012:
Dear Diary,
Tomorrow's my birthday. And my boyfriend, Harry, and the rest of the boys will throw me a praty. I hope it isn't huge tho. I hate big parties. Anyways, Zayn is going to be there. And I hate it. He's my best friend and yet I can't help but feel "something". I love Harry, I do. But I also love Zayn, sort of. Do you know the feeling you get when you love someone, and there's this other person that makes you doubt your love for that person? It's kinda like that. I guess it's because Zayn is my best friend ever since we were little, and Harry.. he's been my boyfriend for almost three years now. Tomorrow's our 3rd anniversary. Yep, the same day as my birthday. And I feel bad cause I have this "thing" for Zayn..My mind is battling whether or not to tell Harry, although sometimes I think he notices it. Oh well.. Finger crossed.
xo, (Y/N)
February 23, 2012:
*the sound of a cellphone ringing*
You: Babe, it's 3am. Please let me sleep?
Harry: I know babe..I'm sorry. But I need a favor from you.
You: Can't it wait until the morning?
Harry: No..
You: Fine, what is it?
Harry: Could you please open your door?
You: Wait.
Half a sleep I walk to the door and open it, the first thing I see is Harry..his beautiful green eyes locked on me. Then I notice that he was holding a very very large bouquet of red roses on his left hand. Then on his right hand, 2 spoons and my favorite ice cream. I laugh lightly and gave him a big hug and a quick peck on the lips. " I love you, you know that right?" I say to him as I looked him in the eyes, my arms still wrapped around his neck. He gave me a deeper and more passionate kiss before saying, "I know. I love you too." I took the flowers from his hand and put them in a vase. We spent the rest of the night cuddling in my bed, feeding each other ice cream and watching our favorite movie, "Love Actually".
Then morning came, the boys were already in the kitchen when we went downstairs. They greeted me a Happy Birthday/Happy Anniversary and each handed me a present. "Are you excited for your party later?" Liam asked, "Yeah. I hope it's not a huge party tho.." I said honestly. They exchanged worried glances and then it hit me, it's going to be a big party. Typical them. I sighed, gave them a big smile and said, "Well it doesn't matter. I know I'm gonna love it." Presents in hand, I gave all of them each a peck on the cheek and excused myself and retreated to my room.
The night of the party:
I wore a fitted navy blue shirt under a brown skirt and a black leather jacket to keep me warm. I wore the bracelets Harry gave during our first months as a couple and black pumps. Then there was a knock on the door. "It's open" I call out as I was too busy to open it myself. "I'm sorry Babe, I'm almost done." I say as I look up, and to my surprise, it was Zayn standing in front of me not Harry. Well, that was Awkward. He smiled. I died. And I smiled back and gave him a hug. He took a step back and stared at me, I raised an eyebrow and mouthed, "What?" He sighed and said, "You look beautiful." I laughed lightly, "Uh..Thanks." You see, these are the kind of things I was telling you about. He makes me feel good, lets me know I'm special. I mean, Harry does that..He does that most of the time. And I love it when he does it. But I get a strange feeling when it comes from Zayn. I hope it's just that. A feeling. Cause I really love Harry and I won't know what to do if I lose him. "Let's go?" He asks as he extends his right hand to me. "Let's." I say as I take his hand.
Harry's POV:
I'm sweating buckets. I hope she likes my surprise party for her. "They're here! Lights off!" Louis shouted, "Everyone take their places!" I hear the door unlock and her asking why the lights are off, I hear the Que for my solo, then the spotlight is on.. I see her beautiful smile, and then I sing with all my heart, "Baby you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, but when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell, you don't know oh-oh, you don't know your beautiful" And as I finish my solo, I walk up to her and take her hands and say, "Happy Anniversary slash Birthday Babe. Thank you for being the most caring, understanding and patient girlfriend ever. You make me better. And without you I wouldn't know what to do. I love you, and I'll never stop loving you." I start to kneel down, and take the small purple box from my pocket and say, "You're all I've ever wanted and more. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?" I took a deep breath and waited for her answer. She motioned for me to stand up and she hugged me tightly, tears streaming down her face... she looked me in the eyes and said the 3 letters I've been longing to hear, "YES!" she screamed, "Yes. I'll marry you." She said one last time before she gave me a deep kiss.
Zayn's POV:
And as I watched them kiss for an agonizing 1 minute, Harry began to kneel down again and put the Beyonce inspired 18 carat flawless diamond which I helped him picked out last Saturday. I see her, so happy and in-love...I smile tho I wish it was me who was putting a ring around her finger. Not him. I'm happy for them. But somehow I can't help but feel a little jealous. I loved her first, but it doesn't matter anymore. I still love her. That doesn't matter anymore either. Or at least, it's not supposed to. She looked at me and I smiled, the most convincing smile I can put on. She whispered something to Harry. He nodded and smiled at me before mouthing "Thanks for everything man!" She ran towards me and gave me a massive bear hug. I hugged her right back. I wish time would just stop. Just this once. Let it be me and her. "Thank you for everything Zayn. I never would've met him if it weren't for you. So yea, thanks. We're still best friends tho? Forever?" And just like when we were kids, I say to her... "Always."
One Shot - Real Life Fairytale
1 week later:
“I love you. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, everyday we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be yours. Please wake up babe. I miss you. I love you. ” I say to her over and over again. Sitting beside her hospital bed as I wait for her to wake up and say my name like she used to, to give me her most irresistible smile, to hear the cute sound of her laugh. Just one more time. Please. I can't afford to lose you too.
1 week before:
1 message recieved from (Y/N):
"Hey babe, I miss you! Let's go out! Please? :) xo (Y/N)"
1 message sent to (Y/N):
"Sure thing Babe. I miss you more! I'll pick you up at 6-ish? :) Zayn x"
- I picked her up at around 6:30, we watched "Love Actually" and ate dinner at her favorite Italian place just a block away from the cinema. Right after dinner - while walking back to the car she looked at me and said, "It's snowing." her eyes glowing under the full moon. We walked hand-in-hand under the moonlight and falling snow. As we entered the car, I put the key and the ignition and the radio began to play Real Life Fairy tale by Plumb .. her favorite song. As we drove along the highway we sang along her favorite song the last thing I remembered was a 10 wheeler truck's horn honking and the front bumper hitting the passenger door - and our car flying across the street. When I woke up I was in a hospital bed, I had minimal injuries..just a broken arm and a slight concussion. Nothing compared to what happened to her. As soon as they let me out, I rushed to her. I saw her laying in bed a bandage wrapped around her head, her right arm in a sling, her left leg in a cast and multiple bruises on her body. A tear escaped from my eye as I sat beside her bed.. I rest my head on my free arm as I try to remember what had happened, how it had come to this? " She's going to be okay, Zayn. But it's gonna take some time before she wakes up. " The doctor says as he enters the room, I look up confused.. How does he know my name? " When she was rushed to the ER the last thing she said was your name. She said, "Is Zayn alright?"" the doctor continued as if he read my mind. I couldn't help but smile, typical (Y/N), always looking out for others before herself. The doctor wrote a few thing on his clipboard and excused himself. For 6 straight days I never left her side, I'd take usual bathroom and lunch breaks but no more than an hour.
1 week later:
I hold her hand and I sing her favorite song, hoping for a miracle: "You are my light, you are my star, you are my sunshine and my dark ,You are the everything I dreamed about" as I sang the first lines of the chorus her pointing finger went up. I continued " You are the guy who stole my heart, I am the girl you're always smiling for.We have a love people dream about, A real life fairytale. " As I finished the chorus her whole hand moved, her eyes slowly opened, and her lips slowly parted. "(Y/N)?" I call out softly. As she heard her name, her eyes fluttered open. Her dark brown eyes found me, and she smiled softly and said, "Hey Babe."