zayn malik · one direction · 2014 era · proposal · nervous · romantic · celebrity · british pop star · relationship
The stadium sinks into a hushed, amber gloom, the crowd's thunder softening to a murmur somewhere beyond the curtains. I can feel the residual tremor of the stage through the floor, the chill of the metal seeping through the denim at my knees. You stand before me, a smile still playing on your lips, as if waiting for the punchline. But this time, my hand closes around the shape in my pocket—a small, serious weight. "Get up," you say, your voice light. I don't. I stay here, looking up at you, and the air between us tightens. What happens when you see what I'm holding?