welcome to the family;; iz

[Zayn Preston]

We'll see how this goes after not RPing in a LONG time, haha.

Zayn was nervous as he had never been before. Izabella was going to meet his family. It was a nerve-racking engagement for most people, but even moreso for Zayn because the two were engaged. He had proposed to her a short time ago, and she accepted. And now, Izabella had to meet his family to get their blessing over the union in planning. That would have been decidedly easier if Zayn had not been part of a clan of living vampires and his fiancee was a mortal. She knew his secret, but that didn't make the exchange seem any easier for the young man.

Weeks before her arrival in the summer before their final year at Hogwarts, Zayn spent much of the time pacing around the house. He talked to Andrew often, who was three years older than himself. Andrew knew a lot about girls, taught Zayn most of what he knew, so Zayn felt comfortable talking to Andrew. It was also Andrew that gave Zayn the well needed push to tell their parents that Zayn had proposed to the blonde whom they had never met before. Zayn hardly had the courage to announce that he was seeing a mortal and had very strong feelings for her, let alone that he wanted her hand in marriage.

That was a bit of a hassle. A small fight ensued after that. Zayn's parents were overly joyous when they first found out that Zayn had found someone outside of their clans. He was intended for a young woman his age named Marie, but they couldn't deny him h is happiness. They also figured that time would loosen the hold on his heart for the mortal and things would go back to the way they were supposed to happen. But unfortunately, this bit of news threw all their wishful thinking out the window. The argument was bitter and the Zayn's parents were rather confused over the whole ordeal. They couldn't fathom how their youngest son could have fallen so quickly without ever hearing mention of the girl before, but Zayn quickly bit back that he wasn't allowed to see mortals, so why would he be so eager to pass on the information. Luckily for Zayn, Andrew stepped in on his side and supported him. The comradery was enough to set his parents toward seeing reason. They didn't much like it, but they agreed to have Izabella over to meet her, and from there they'd make their full decision on the matter.

The day that Zayn was to get Izabella from the train station was beautiful. It gave Zayn high hopes for the day. Ellasbeth, his younger sister who was now four didn't like the idea of a mortal, was the only wrench in the morning. His mother was cleaning and preparing for company as if it had been one of the other living vampires. His father stayed in his office most of the morning. Zayn felt a little more confident now that the day was here and was ready for them to meet the love of his life, even if Andrew was the only one that seemed anxious to meet the young woman.

Since he had to go through a Muggle area to get to the station, Zayn took the expensively restored Camaro from America that his family had. He wasn't trying to impress Izabella, he just liked the car. So he was very careful to lock the doors and place the keys inside his pockets before entering the station and finding the platform that Izabella's train would be coming into in the matter of minutes. The only thing he could think about now was seeing the looked upon her face and imagined her bright smile as he waited.

[Izabella Morbova]

Sitting alone on the train Izabella was purely oblivious to the rest of the world. Her life had changed so much so quickly the past year that sometimes her life felt like the blur of countryside that passed Izabella out the large window that framed her seats of the train. All of these changes were because of Zayn, and she welcomed each and everyone, because it made her closer to him...

She never imagined that she would fall in love with a vampire, but she had and for the first time she was scared. As Izabella leaned across her plush seat she pressed her hand against the glass and watched dazed as the world flew past her. She wondered then if that's how the world looked when Zayn ran with her. Of course it would be magnified by millions she thought but it was all pushing past her so quickly and it was making her more and more nervous, she almost wished the train could slow down...

Now, it wasn't that Izabella was scared of seeing Zayn. It was quite the opposite. She couldn't wait to see him. It felt like a lifetime since the last time they'd been together and as she stared down at her engagement ring she felt her heart race and there was that warm, burning sensation in her chest. That was Zayn. He was in her heart forever and the mere thought of looking into his eyes and hearing him say her name immediately seemed to help calm her nerves...

No, she wasn't scared to see Zayn. Izabella, was never scared of very much but the idea of meeting Zayn's family terrified her. Oh not because they were vampires, well future in-laws were perhaps scary enough, but in-laws that were vampires could raise the tension more she supposed. Zayn was a vampire, but she didn't identify him as a vampire, it wasn't what made him who he was, he was Zayn, and just happened to also be a vampire. So Iz wasn't scared that his family was also vampires, but alas the trembling beauty was scared that Zayn's family, which she knew was very important to him, wouldn't approve of her...

As the train stewerd continued to pass back and forth in Izabella's section of the train she couldn't notice his longing glances. She sat there, nears nearly knocking as she tightened her white coat around her and continued to stare out at the world passing by. She'd never felt so nervous or scared in her life and she was from the magical world, which could be indefinitely more terrifying than the muggle world. Matters of the heart, however, were the most terrifying, muggle or magical alike!...

Izabella was finally able to pull herself from the whirl wind outside the train and pushed herself back in her seat. Sitting there, nerves growing by the second, Iz realized that she was becoming over heated in her white coat, a birthday gift from Annabella. It wasn't nearly cold enough for such a coat on this trip but Izabella wore it for a completely different reason. She carefully slipped it off of her bare shoulders as the stewerd made another passing trip and stopped dead in his tracks as she set the coat in the seat next to her...

Iz pushed the window open slightly feeling the cool breeze rush over her. Sitting there in a beautiful red, strapless dress she looked up at the young man uncomfortably and then tried to muster up a polite smile. He couldn't stop staring and she quickly wished she hadn't taken off her coat. He finally managed to make her aware that the train would soon be approaching the station. She smiled politely and sent him on his way and felt her stomach turn...

That was not the kind of attention she needed right now and it made her second guess yet again her choice in wardrobe. In fact she had almost missed her train because of it. Izabella, who loved clothes anyway, was even more infatuated with her closet on this day than ever before. She had spent from the early morning hours, before the sun had even come up to almost missing her train, trying dress after dress, outfit after outfit hating all of them...

She knew she could only make one first impression and she had no idea what the Prestons would think of her. She had finally settled on the dress she had most recently bought for the event of meeting Zayn's parents and the new coat was now her safety net. If all else failed at least the coat could hide her dress if she'd made the wrong choice...

Everything had almost felt more carefree and a world apart when she waved goodbye to her sister at the station in Paris, and now on the train rapidly approaching her destination she couldn't even remember what carefree was like. Izabella raised her hand softly and nestled it agains the single necklace she wore. Zayn's ruby necklace the one inscribed and the one she cherished more than any others. Of course her grandmother's beads were tucked away in her black bag but today she wanted only Zayn's...

As nervous as she was Izabella managed to hold onto a glimmer of her charming self as a beautiful boquet of roses and calalillies was nestled in the top of her bag as well as a gift for Zayn. She didn't know what Zayn's mother's favorite flowers were, but Iz never knew a girl, vampire or not that didn't enjoy roses...

Iz stared down at her trembling hands and her eyes locked on the ring. It wasn't what the ring was made of that always stole her away from the world, it could have been made of string for all that mattered. It was what it symbolized and meant that mattered the world to her. It was Zayn's ring, a promise of everlasting love and bonding for eternity...

After what felt like hours Izabella pulled herself from the ring to notice that the train was slowing down and pulling into the station. Zayn would be there, she knew it and she tried to focus on the thought of him as she felt her brief moment of content and calmness quickly slip away...

She quickly found herself thanking her parents ten fold for the bracelet she'd recieved last month for her birthday, the one she wore now. She fidgetted with it, twisting and turning it around her delicate wrist. It was a distraction she'd come to find comfort in with bracelets when a situation became too much for her nerves...

As the train came to an almost motionless stop Iz gathered her belongings and slid back into her coat, loosely wrapping the belt in front and throwing her bag over her shoulder, tucked securely under her arm. Her wand was also hidden away in that bag, incase she needed to make herself disappear if things turned out as bad as she had, had nightmares about...

Izabella looked down at the small staircase that lead out into the world and Zayn. She took a deep breath and clenched her hands into fists noticing them tremble. Iz started down off the train and as she arrived back into the world it felt much brighter than it had on the train...

It was almost like a scene out of a movie. As she took the large step from the train, a swift breeze blowing through her platinum hair, Izabella's delicate fingers pushing back through her hair and her coat falling open revealing her dress as she stepped onto the platform...

It had all felt as if in slow motion, her reveal from the train as if a star had been missplaced from the glits and glamour of the celebrity world, her whole persona stepping off the train truly looked, to onlookers, as if from a movie...

The bottom of her dress softly rustled in the breeze and Izabella searched the platform for him. Hoping her face was doing its job of hiding her nerves, she needed to see him now more than ever, before her nerves pushed her back up onto the train. She just needed to see him, to know it was going to be okay. Even at her height Izabella still pushed up on her toes trying to look through the crowd and turned slowly to her left, her hair whipping over her shoulder, again as if in the slow motion of a classic movie and she looked for the one set of eyes that would make everything okay.

[Zayn Preston]

Zayn wasn't expecting the train station to be as busy as it ended up being. The parking lot outside of the station didn't look too full when he left his car, but once he reached the inside, he found quite the opposite to be true. There were people everywhere he looked. Luggage was being dragged along on carts that cluttered all the walk space. It was crazy. Zayn didn't like it either. It was noisy and cramped, and all he wanted to do was to be able to see Izabella and soon.

The summer months always made it harder on Zayn because he couldn't see Izabella every day. That was the biggest benefit of Hogwarts. You could see your friends everyday . Family was sacrificed, but Zayn never seemed to miss anyone greatly from his family. But when it came to vacations, Zayn found himself missing Izabella terribly. The time apart seemed drawn out and seemingly lasting forever. The slow walk to the platform only seemed to confirm this feeling in Zayn as he tried to wade through the sea of people.

Zayn had to elbow his way through a lot of people. How many? He had not a clue, but Zayn was just smart enough to have to park on the side opposite the end that Izabella's train arrived. It wasn't comfortable because Zayn didn't like being that close to people, and it felt like he had to literally push his way through them all, like he was trying to move through jello or something. But, after what seemed like eternity, Zayn finally breached the hallway that led to the platform. Happily for Zayn, there were hardly any people down that way, but a large clock loomed over his head. He was a few minutes late. How could he have been so stupid as to not arrive earlier? Now Izabella would have been looking for him, and he didn't want to make her wait or have to stand in that station all by herself, looking alone or unhappy. He had to get there faster. He could, but he couldn't, so he just tried to move as quickly as he could, dodging the small number of persons still lingering behind on the platform.

Finally, Zayn spotted her. It seemed like time just stopped. She wasn't facing him, looking in the other direction most likely for him. And even though he couldn't see her face, Zayn still thought she looked beautiful. There was a hint of red from beneath an elegant white coat. He wondered why she would be wearing one because the weather was absolutely beautiful, but he knew Izabella was smart. There must have been a reason. Not that Zayn really cared much about that at the moment. He'd rather see the girl in the beautiful white coat than wonder why she was wearing it.

Careful not to move too quickly to draw suspicion from anyone, Zayn moved forward towards Izabella. He made certain that if she even so much as moved one way or another, that he was behind her. He felt like he was hunting, but he of course had no intention of biting Izabella's neck. He only wished to surprise her, and to sweep her off her feet. It was sort of becoming Zayn's thing.

His heart was beating as strong as a human's at this point in anticipation and excitement. The month or so that they weren't in school together seemed like eons, so he was growing ever more anxious with every step he took towards her, thankful that her ears weren't as attuned as his to pick up heartbeats. But he could hear hers, which sounds very frantic. He hoped out of pleasure, but Zayn could also tell that Izabella was worried about something. Maybe it was because she couldn't find him, especially as he kept sneaking around just behind her, attracting weird looks from passers-by. Zayn had a feeling it had to do with being here, about to meet his parents. But Zayn knew that was silly, but he was determined for them to like her. If they didn't, well, Zayn would change that. And he made sure to remind himself to calm her of her fears as soon as he had his fun.

By this point, Zayn was only a few feet from the beautiful blonde. It was growing harder with each step to remain out of her hindsight. It was imperative to be the stealthiest he could be right now if he was going to get the desired effect. And Izabella would probably scream at first, out of shock, but ultimately, Zayn knew that the love of his life would be overjoyed to see him, now matter what he did. At least, he was hoping he knew her this well to predict her actions, because what he was about to do could either win him a kiss or a slap across the face. Maybe there was even a chance of both.

Zayn had gotten as close as he dared, and was crouching low. He was holding his breath by now and thanking Merlin that nobody stopped him or made a noise. From his bent position, he spread his arms out to catch Izabella just below the knees and another to sweep her back up when he removed her balance from her. And then he proceeded with one fell swoop of her bottom arm, hoping that nothing would go amiss as he picked her up in a cradle hold.

"Hello there, lovely," he said with a grin just as he was sweeping her up.

His plan was that by saying something to her, especially with a sly compliment, Izabella would know exactly who he was within seconds. If she knew him, she'd have nothing to be afraid of, and Zayn would have no reason to fear being persecuted as a stranger instead of adored as a future husband, assuming all went well today.

[Izabella Morbova]

It felt as if the world was spinning. Izabella searched through the small crowd of passengers and passers-by. Where was he? He had to be there she thought. Izabella looked down for a moment as she felt her hand trembling. As her heart beat faster her nerves were quickly drowning her, she just needed to see Zayn...

Could her inability to find him in the small crowd be a sign her nerves and fears were right? Could his parents have forbidden him to come and get her? No! Even if something like that had happened Iz knew Zayn would have at least come, even if it was to bring heartbreaking news. No, she was just being crazy now. Zayn loved her and her fears and nerves were taking control of her. Izabella tightened her hand up into a ball wishing she could squeeze out the trembling nerves as she continued to scan the people, none of which were Zayn. She did notice, however, more and more people passing and looking in her direction curiously...

Perhaps it was due to the fact that she was alone, or maybe that on one of the most beautiful days she was wearing such an out of place coat. Izabella had no idea that infact people weren't staring at her, for once...

As her heart began to beat faster and louder, at least it seemed that way to Iz she struggled to keep her composure, wishing she could just find him. "Zayn..." she called out in such a whisper that she knew only he could hear. She wished that then out of the sea of people she'd see him, like time stopping the people would part and there he would be. It was a wish ungranted...

Izabella noticed the large clock that stood as a giant over the much dwarfed platform. Maybe he's just running late...or maybe her train had arrived early? Izabella pushed her hair over her shoulder and tightened her grasp on her bag. She decided she could wait outside of the platform and perhaps see Zayn arrive. She wanted away from these people. She wanted to be with Zayn...

As she began to gain her barrings of which direction she needed to turn Iz was ready to take her first step when her heart stopped and she froze. To any on looker her face was frozen with the expression of a deer caught in a muggle's head lights at night. She knew it was happening but there was nothing she could do, nothing she could do to stop it...it was too quick...

Izabella felt her feet go out from under her and knew only the worst was to come. She felt her arms flail at her sides as her mouth quickly dropped open. Now her face wore the wounded expression of a scared animal. Her lips formed a perfect circle as she cried out, "NOoo-" she began to shriek but it was all cut short...

She wasn't falling. There was no loud or painful thud against the cement of the platform. No, the sensation she felt first was on the back of her bare legs. It at first made her want to cry out again, if only in shock at the icey touch against her skin. Her brain was dancing circles in her pretty head and then she knew why it was as if she was floating...

"Hello there, lovely," was all she heard but it was the voice. It was his voice. Zayn! Izabella immediately snapped her head around and immediately her eyes met the most incredible set of piercing blue eyes she'd ever seen in her life. "ZAYN!" she cried out softly, in excitement and surprise. He was cradling her in his arms, literally swept her off her feet. He was getting incredibly too good at that...

For a moment Izabella didn't know if she should slap him or kiss him as she stared into his beautifully grinning face. The latter won out! Izabella threw her arm around Zayn's neck and placed her other warm hand against his ice cold cheek, and without warning Iz pushed up in his arms and pressed her lips into his. Passion over took her as all their time apart came rushing back and her lips melded into his as she softly stroked his cheek and pulled herself closer to him...

In those few minutes it was as if all her worry and strife had completely disappeared and Izabella wished that it wouldn't return. If she could just stay like this with Zayn forever then she would be okay, but she knew that eventually they'd need to breath, at least she knew she would...

Izabella wanted to make the most of this moment, but after a few minutes of an incredibly intense kiss she pulled back slowly. Her cheeks were flushed as she took a deep breath and her eyes sparkled like jewels as she couldn't take them away from Zayn. A small part of her wanted to scold him for scaring her but with that grin all she could do was melt into his arms...

A few strands of her shining, platinum hair fell against her face as her lips quickly grew into a beautiful smile as she stared into Zayn's eyes. "I love you!" she whispered, not as if they hadn't already attracted some attention from the strangers still around them, but she wanted an intimate moment with Zayn and knew only he could hear her. She'd missed being able to tell him that during their time apart and she couldn't contain it any longer. She pulled her other arm around his neck and quickly gave him a soft kiss and repeated her whisper, "I love you Zayn..." and added..."I've missed you more than you'll ever know!"

[Zayn Preston]

[i'm gonna god-mod a little just to get them to the car otherwise this will take FOREVER]

As soon as Zayn pushed against Izabella's legs, he felt her weight give way. And as her body seemed to move in slow motion, Zayn could locate every single heartbeat of Izabella's that started to move frantically out of control. There was fear as her body slowly cut through the air, making a trail for his waiting arms. But that heart, the blood it rushed through her warm body, Zayn could tell it was frightened, terrified. A sharp sound even pierced the air before it was quickly cut off. Zayn didn't know why. The thought was completed, almost as if she said to not be afraid, but Izabella wouldn't have known that it was him until he whispered in her ear, and Zayn didn't do that until after he had her secure in his arms, which hadn't fully happened yet.

The people in the station looked at him when Izabella shouted out. Who wouldn't? A woman looked frightened for Izabella at first, but Zayn could tell she had a change of heart as she watched the scene. Many people took on that attitude, but they all stared. A trolley man took a step near the couple, but Zayn looked at him, letting him know that it was all okay, he knew the blonde that he was sweeping off her feet. Luckily, nothing more arose from the situation than people staring at them. Not all seemed convinced, especially the trolley man, though. But they would just have to continue to watch to realize that there was nothing the matter, just two young people in love. Zayn just couldn't let Izabella stay on the ground.

Time returned to normal speed for Zayn once Izabella was safely cradled in her arms. He had just whispered to her. A warm grin played over his perfect face, waiting to see what the racing heart would change to once the mind recognized who was holding it. It was hard to wait, Zayn was impatient. He didn't fear what might happen if Izabella didn't enjoy being scared, because he knew her well enough to know that her anger would dissipate, and she'd be just as ecstatic to see him. And he was right.

Zayn heard his love squeal his name loudly, loud enough for practically the entire station to hear her. He only smiled more, proud that it was his girl that was so excited to see him. He was more than happy to see her as well. Where Izabella decided to express vocally, he went for a more subtle attack, literally. The two were just giving the train station a dose of excitement this morning.

Izabella threw herself into a heated kiss. It tingled over Zayn's lips, reviving the exhilaration that was beginning to fade after so much time away from his love. And of course, he kissed her back with equal force, being careful not to be too strong or to drop her or any such thing. Zayn had a guardian angel persona to upkeep with Izabella and he wasn't going to do anything to threaten that image.

Although it felt like much too short, Zayn could feel the stare of eyes intruding on the bliss. Not wanting to, he knew he had to cut their lips' rendezvous a little short. Not like they wouldn't have any time together later today. His family would give them some time, he was sure of it. For now, he had to stop the stares.

Pulling away, he whispered, "I think some of the men here are getting jealous that I get to kiss an angel." He laughed quietly and moved to set Izabella upright again, and on her own feet.

If Zayn could blush, he would have done so when Izabella whispered that she loved him. Even though the beautiful girl always thought that Zayn was the prize, he couldn't help but feel like he had won one by being with her. Never did he think that such a gorgeous creature would love him, choose him, and want to spend the rest of her life with him, even though he was a vampire. So instead of blushing, he smiled and returned her soft kiss before placing the softest upon her nose.

"I love you, too, beautiful. And I know exactly how much you've missed me because I've missed you twice as hard. Let me take your bag," he offered, reaching down and just taking it.

Zayn was always a gentleman around Izabella, because to him, she was a princess. She deserved a prince, and even though Zayn's history made him more likely to be the villain, he did his best to be Prince Charming. For some reason, it came easily for him. Nothing was ever forced. Izabella made him truly happy, which was why he put a ring on her finger and was bringing the beautiful mortal home to meet his vampiric family. Was he nervous? Not so much now that she was here.

"Come on, I parked on the wrong side of the building," Zayn said with a laugh. There was something about Izabella that always put him in the best of spirits.

He took her hand, warm and tiny in his oversized frigid digits. He made a promise right then that he would not let her out of his sight until she was back on the train home, and if he could help it, he wasn't going to loose contact with her person during that entire time either. He made a note to remind her of that later, but for now he had to get her through the busy terminal.

Zayn thought it had been busy as he rushed through trying to make it on time. This time, it was worse. More people had arrived, and there were dozens of people that were waiting for loved ones just like Zayn had done. So he manuveured through, making sure Izabella was always close enough for him to hear her heart. It was difficult to talk with all the noise, so he mostly smiled at her and kissed her forehead or hand as he tried to spirit them quickly through the mass of people until they were out in the open air of the parking lot, making their way to his Camaro, when the reached it.

Silly Zayn forgot something very important in the station, just as he saw Izabella's reflection in the shiny body of the car. He spun her so her back was against the car, the red of her dress matching the car's paint.

"You're incredibly gorgeous, my love, and I can't believe I forgot to tell you that," he smiled and kissed her deeply, but not for too long.

[Izabella Morbova]

As frightened as Izabella had been when she felt her legs give out from under her, the shock, terror of pain and embarrassment immediately vanished when she knew she was in the arms of her true love. Thinking back she was sure the whole scene must have been quite the sight to the station's other patrons but in that moment all Izabella's thoughts were focused on the blue eyes that she stared into...

She had for a split second debated her reaction to Zayn's surprise but once she was with him she couldn't bring herself to linger on any emotion other than pure bliss. Besides, she'd always wished to be swept off her feet by a young man, she just never thought it would be so literal...

Being with him after so long Izabella couldn't repress her desire for Zayn as she forced, although seemed unforced by her partner, a passionate and heated kiss onto his cold lips. Iz wasn't sure she'd ever felt such a powerful or emotional kiss before, perhaps the first kiss they shared equaled this one...

Izabella felt Zayn's lips press back with force, he was much more powerful than she could ever be but even with the force of his kiss, there was such a pure sense of protection. It was always as if he was like a guardian angel to her, although being a vampire some would say he was the farthest thing from an angel. To Izabella though, Zayn was one...

Suddenly Izabella felt her lips abandoned. She opened her eyes softly fluttering her lashes as she noticed Zayn slowly pull back from their passionate lip lock and with a whisper melted her heart all over again. "I think some of the men here are getting jealous that I get to kiss an angel." he had softly laughed with fluid motion putting her back on her feet...

Izabella slowly looked up to the small crowds shuffling by and she felt her cheeks burn with a soft crimson noticing several of the male onlookers smiling as they passed by. She nestled for a moment against her ice cold giant, who still seemed to tower over her even after growing and wearing heels, but it felt perfect that way...

She looked up at him and ever so softly let her lips flutter against his ivory ear lobe as she whispered, her empassioned breath spilling softly against his marble neck. "If that's the case my love then the women of the world must hate me right now." she gushed in her whisper slowly pulling back and smiling up at her dark stranger, her true love...

Izabella hadn't been able to wait any longer as she had whispered to Zayn how much she loved him and now as she stared up at him she watched as a large smile spread across his lips. Izabella felt most content when she was able to make Zayn smile. Knowing of his "special" teeth and how he tended not to smile, it melted her heart and sent her soaring to know she was powerful enough to make such a shining beam of white spread across his face...

Zayn had returned her soft kiss as she had professed and then as if it hadn't been enough she felt her entire body tremble with love as his lips left a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. It was a kiss that most girls would find odd, but to Izabella, it was one of the most romantic and she struggled in that moment to stay atop her newly settled feet...

"I love you, too, beautiful. And I know exactly how much you've missed me because I've missed you twice as hard. Let me take your bag." Zayn had offered as he too professed his love and grabbed her bag. Izabella's heart was beating faster than ever and she couldn't stop smiling, but she did long enough to debate who missed who more. "I don't know who missed who more, but all I know is how happy I am to be with you now." she quietly gushed as she began to follow her love...

Izabella was beaming inside and out as Zayn took her hand and led the way. He was always the most perfect gentleman, which in today's world Izabella considered herself to have found the one and only perfect boy, even if he was a vampire. "Come on, I parked on the wrong side of the buidling." Zayn laughed which Izabella's mind paused for a moment and took in the sound. She thought it was the most amazing sound to hear her love laugh and his words made her realize that his too perfect persona was real, having parked on the wrong side. She couldn't help but giggle with him...

It seemed almost impossible that this smiling and giggling beauty was the same one who had wished only minutes before to jump from the train in hopes of escaping her fear and nerves of meeting Zayn's family. It was true they were still there somewhere, but with Zayn, they just all seemed to vanish the moment she knew she was with him and even now as he guided her closer to that fateful meeting she was nothing but content...

As she held tightly to his hand, the coldness of his never sent shivers down her spin. Infact it did the opposite, her heart warmed feeling his icy touch so close. Zayn manuveured through the growing crowds and Izabella followed, she'd follow him anywhere although Izabella figured he knew that already...

Occasionally he'd turn back, wearing the most beautiful smile and kiss her forehead or bring her hand up to his lips for a small peck. He was perfect, in his actions and in his being. If her underlying worries for the events that were yet to unfold weren't hiding deep inside, she'd think this was all a dream...

Izabella could do nothing but smile brighter as she watched every motion of her love infront of her. She wasn't sure if she'd ever seen him as happy and cheerful as he was and it almost sent tears of joy spilling down over her delicate cheeks at the thought that she caused him this much happiness...

They had finally made it through the sea of people and Iz took a deep breath as she felt the warm breeze and sunshine against her skin. She squeezed Zayn's hand, knowing no matter how hard she did it must feel like a the lightest of grasps, compared to the power that rest beneath him...

Izabella noticed the shining red car waiting them and for a moment she couldn't help but chuckle and Zayn surely noticed, so as if she could read his mind she confessed, "It's such a beautiful car...I guess I just never thought you'd use one." she giggled more, her cheeks softly burning a brighter pink at the thought of him just running everywhere...

Before anything else could be said though Izabella felt herself twirling around fast, and with delicate force Zayn had her back against the car that matched perfectly to her hiding dress. Her breath caught in her chest as she hadn't expected the spin and her coat flew open revealing more of her red dress. "You're incredibly gorgeous, my love, and I can't believe I forgot to tell you that." Zayn professed with a smile and before she could respond her knees buckled as he kissed her deeply...

It hadn't been for as long as their previous kiss, but the deeply rooted soulful passion behind his lips pressed into Iz's sent her heart wanting to shoot right out of her chest. She pressed her hand delicately against his cheek and kissed back, not wanting it to end but after a few moments she pulled back and smiled blushing...

His confession of how she looked was helping to battle the dread she felt for picking the dress. "Do you really think so Zayn?" her voice dripped with uncertainity and question. Not that she'd think Zayn would lie to her but she knew how much pressure she had put on herself and her dress that she wasn't sure if she could believe anyone. "I was so nervous...I want to look right for your family." she whispered her and Zayn's special whisper trying not to let her voice waver to much to the tearful side...

She let her hand slide down from his cheek and followed down his arm til her free hand wrapped around his much larger and squeezed it softly but firmly, as if holding on her dear life not wanting to let go...

Iz knew that try as she might they'd eventually have to leave the parking lot of the station and eventually she'd arrive at The Prestons. That was when Iz's eyes caught the rose petals peeking out the top of her bag that Zayn was still carrying. She knew that there was something even more special in that bag, but she wanted just the right moment but for now she could at least see if the flowers would pass the test...

Reaching into her bag which was still slung over his shoulder she smiled coyly and pulled the wrapped boquet of flowers out of hiding and let them dance under his nose for a moment as she pulled back and revealed the beautiful bunch of roses and calla lillies...

"Do you think you're mother will like these?" she asked her eyes locked on his as they became deeper and almost larger filling with worry and despair that the flowers were the wrong choice as well. "I thought it unproper to at least bring something for your mother, this being the first time I'll ever see your home and meet your family...and I didn't want to see rude....and then I wasn't sure what to bring because I didn't want to seem like I was trying too hard....and..." Izabella was rambling and faster and faster as the seconds ticked on. She must have sounded like a fool as he lips flapped a mile a minute her nerves starting to rush to the surface again as she knew what was to come.