You Stole My Heart ღ

Like any normal teen girl, Sheyanna dreamed of the day she'd meet her favorite band, One Direction. She loved their music and of course found them all extremely attractive. When that day comes, however, Sheyanna is faced with a whole new line of problems: she has became truly and passionately in love with one of the boys. Can their romance survive the miles between their homes? Or will it burn, like the love that already is in their hearts? Find out now :)


14. Fourteen ღ


It didn't take much to persuade me into going to the masquerade. But with a face like Zayn's, how could I resist?!

I thumbed through the racks of clearance dresses, not pleased at all with my findings. The lengths, colors, and patterns on all of the cheap dresses easily labeled the whole rack Granny Central.

        "What are you doing here? There's a whole store you can look at," Zayn asked, obviously taking in the sight of the drab clothes. His nose wrinkled as I held up an olive green, ankle long dress.

        "I'm trying to find one for a decent price! Which is easier said than done..." I trailed off, trying to find a pretty feature in the crap colored dress.

He shook his head and took the dress from me. "Sheyanna, baby, price isn't an option," he put the dress back on the rack and laid an arm around my waist. "Find something you actually like."

He led me over to the middle of the saucy boutique and pointed to a few dresses that caught my eye. "Are you sure? These prices are a little painful," I asked, turning the price tag over on a pale pink dress. It cost $500.

        "Of course," he smiled, "nothing is too expensive for my gal." He kissed me on the forehead and sat down on the bench near the dressing rooms. I grinned and began flipping through the beautifully colored dresses.

I found a few I really liked and headed to the fitting rooms. Zayn sat up, eagerly awaiting to see my picks.

The first one was daring. It was strapless, with blue shiny sequins that trailed all through the bodice. Black lace spiraled out from the deep blue top, ending a few inches shy of my knee caps. I turned a few times, unsure, until I let Zayn have a look.

        "Wow wow," he said, his eyes inevitably landing on my chest. "Very, very flattering..." he kept nodding.

        "There's more to the dress than what has your attention, sweetie." I turned, giving him a view of the rest.

        "Well it looks good in more that one spot, to say the least," he said as I turned my back to him. I opened my mouth in playful shock, and he winked in response. I was still laughing as I put on the second dress.

This one was a little less flashy, but just as beautiful. It was simple but elegant; solid black with a small bow that met right under my bust. The front lay right above my knees, and the back trailed a little lower. I twirled around, letting the slightly ruffled skirt dance along my legs. I opened the door to Zayn's curious face.

        "Simply lovely," he shook his head. "You make everything look so incredible," He took my hand and twirled me around. He really made me feel like the prettiest girl in the world.

        "Do you have a favorite yet?" I asked, resting my hands on his chest. I felt him breathe in as he considered his options.

        "How can a man choose when you look so magnificent in each one?"

I smiled and nodded. He grinned and let me go, slowly, so I could try on the last one. I closed the door quietly and glanced at the mirror. I truly had the cheesiest grin on my face.

The last dress was honestly my favorite. It was similar to the other dresses in length, but the color was beautiful, a light pink with a majestic black belt. The belt pinched at my sides, displaying an even curvier figure that what I already had. I smoothed the dress down and strode out of the small dressing room, confidence beaming in my smile.

Zayn sat relaxed on the bench, his right leg lazily poised over his left. His arm stretched across the back of the bench, and as soon as the door opened, his eyes were on me. They began looking me over, starting with my own eyes. The traveled down, scanning every inch of the dress and my skin. I felt heat rush up through me, I was yet to get used to his attention.

        "You look..." he stopped and took a breath, trying again. "You look amazing." I smiled shyly and walked closer to him. I could see red starting to brush on his cheeks. Was I legit making him blush?

I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked softly into his deep brown eyes. "So I look good? Is this the one?"

He put his arms lightly around me and nodded, his words just weren't coming out.

        "You're simply breathtaking," he shook his head. My heart fluttered a little and I stretched up to kiss him. We were in our own little world when the cashier chick called "Hey Romeo and Juliet, you gunna buy that or what?"


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