Hey, I’m Madison. I have long brown hair and I’m 5’8. I’m quiet and shy when i first meet people,but when I get to know people I’m really fun to be around. I’m a great listener and I give great advice. I’m really laid back. I like to go on hikes, watch movies, and hang out with my friends. My sense of style is girly but also laid back. I like to wear dresses and skirts but, I also like to wear jeans and t-shirts. It kinda just depends on my mood.
Girl names I like:Payton and Taylor Boy names: James and Cameron
I hope this works I had trouble with inserting the pic so im crossing my fingers!
I ship you with: Zayn Malik
How you met: You and Zayn met because of the rain. You were in the city when the bottom fell out and sent you running for shelter. You dashed into the nearest shop, running into someone else with the same idea as you crashed through the door. The smell of coffee filled your nose and you turned to see who it was you had run into. It was Zayn, looking soppy and throughly wet and nothing like himself for it. You laughed at the circumstance, then apologized for hitting him.
“It’s alright,” he said, smiling at you. Your heart skipped. Now that looked like him.
He looked out the window of the shop and the rain first sadly, and then happily. “Looks like we’re both stuck here,” he said.
You nodded, “Looks like.”
He smiled again. “Want to have a coffee with me?”
Naturally, you said yes.
Your song: Birds of a Feather - The Civil Wars
Your best friend: Harry Styles
Your first date: On your first date, Zayn took you to a new city.
“I’ve never been here before, either,” he said nervously. “It’s kind of the point.”
You smiled and took his hand. He was so sweet. He was taking you somewhere new because you, as a couple, were new, and now you would learn each other while learning a new place. He parked and walked about to your door, opening it for you. You stepped out onto a cobbled street and were thankful you had worn flats.
The town was like something from a story book, and a festival was in the works when you arrived. You played the street games (and lost most of them), and ate from the vendors. It was perfect, and at the end of the night there were fireworks, actual fireworks in the sky, as he kissed you for the first time.
How he kisses you:
How he proposes: You and Zayn were having a beach day together, one of your mini vacations where you just slipped off for a day without interruptions. The beach you frequented the most was quiet and secluded and at that moment, it was perfect. The sun was high and bright over head but a sea breeze kept you cool. You reached into your tote and pulled out the book you had brought to read. Beside you Zayn rolled over onto his stomach and you had the suspicion he was going to sleep.
You began to read and when you reached chapter three, a note fell out. You picked it up, smiling. It was Zayn’s handwriting and as you scanned the words, you realized it was a love note. Your cheeks twinged pink, but then the color drained from your face at the last sentence.
To say it all, will you marry me, Madison?
“Zayn…” you said shakily, grabbing his bare shoulder with one hand and barely managing to hold onto the note with the other.
He rolled over to face you and he was all smiles. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring.
“So?” he asked, his voice full of laughter at your reaction.
“YES!” you said, dropping the note and kissing him.
Your wedding theme/dress: You have an outdoor wedding with canopies and you wear this dress.
Where you settle down: You and Zayn settle in London.
Your babies: “Madison. Madison I’ve lost James.”
Zayn’s voice was absolutely panicked. You opened your eyes slowly. You were six months pregnant and it seemed like you had only just laid down for a much needed nap when your husband had come into your room talking about having lost your five year old. Zayn followed you explaining how he had already checked all the usual spots but there was still no James to be found.
“He couldn’t have gotten out of the house, could he?” Zayn asked suddenly.
Your heart skipped a beat and you dashed to the door, which as still certifiably child locked. Where could he be? From the other room, you heard Zayn hollering his name. Confused and scared, you wandered back through the house. You stopped suddenly when you heard a giggle by the stairs.
Who did that child think he was? Harry Potter?
“I’ve found him, Zayn!” you yelled. Zayn was at your side immediately and you gestured to the cupboard under the stairs. He opened the door and there was your little boy, covered in dust and maybe a few cobwebs and grinning like a little fool.
You couldn’t find it in your heart to be mad.