Under the Moonlight (Zayne)

2 months ago, Zayne and I signed up to attend the Communities "Under the Moonlight Dance" that was being held to celebrate everyone's hard work around the city. An idea made by the mayor. When we signed up, we spent months picking the perfect outfits to match and turn everyone's heads with the sparkling gemstones on my flowing dress. I was looking forward to it and excited that Zayne and I finally got to do something other than going to cafes and restaurants for dates. However, the time of the dance came around, but I was too sick to even be in public. I was devastated, heartbroken even. For Zayne, I couldn't tell if he was upset about missing out on the dance. If I weren't going to work, I would be home, lying in bed, being scrunched up in my blanket. Allowing the depression to flood my body. I'm so unlucky.. 

"Melody?" Zayne knocked softly on the door, opening it slightly to allow a small amount of light through the dark bedroom. "I made dinner." 

"I'm not hungry.." I murmured. Zayne's footsteps strutted slowly over, feeling he sat down on the bed behind me. His hand softly rubbed my back, humming slightly while he thought to himself. 

"You know, we can always go to another event for you to wear the dress, Mel." He tried making me feel better. 

"It's not about the dress, Zayne.." I held the blanket up close to my face, whimpering softly and trying to hold back tears. "I just wanted to have a nice night with you that didn't involve eating a side salad and a rare steak- A romantic date that was just you and me, dancing to beautiful music..." I wiped my nose from the snot with my sleeve, hiding completely under the blanket to be in complete darkness. "I'll get over this feeling just.. leave me to this until that happens.." Zayne sighed quietly, patting my arm softly as I heard him walk away from the bedroom. 

My depressed mind instantly drifted off to sleep after the conversation with Zayne. I wasn't lying to him when I'll get over it, but my heart was still broken in half, still thinking about it now.. If only this feeling would go away now, so I can be normal, love Zayne again, but for an odd reason.. Missing the event because of my weak well-being makes me feel horrible.. And it's not even my fault! 

I woke up, wiping off the tears on my cheeks that I apparently produced without noticing. Crying in my sleep wasn't really new lately. After taking a deep breath, I stood up, using my bare feet to feel the floor to walk towards the bathroom. Flicking the light on, I was instantly surprised by an odd light shining from behind me. Turning around, there I saw my beautiful dress I wanted to wear at the event, sparkling like stars from the bathroom light just barely shining on the flowing fabric. Squinting my eyes, I noticed a piece of paper attached to the torso of the dress. As I trotted towards the dress, the words on the note became clear. 

"Put this on, then go into the living room. -Zayne." I read out loud. My head tilted slightly, confused as hell, I stared at the note for what felt like hours. Inside, I was screaming to myself about what he was planning, but the other half was telling me to just listen. My face felt warm, thinking of what COULD Zayne want to do in our matching outfits, but I guess my mind would draw a blank every time it would conclude. I shook my head slightly, allowing whatever he wanted to do, and carefully I put on my dress. Whatever he was planning, at least we'll have the memory of using the outfit at least once. 

After I finished preparing myself, putting on almost little makeup, and curling my hair, I hesitated slightly to reach for the doorknob that would lead to the living room. My mind was trying to play tricks on me, reminding me Zayne wasn't the 'I make surprises' type, so what if he's just going to take me to another dinner? 

My heart started to ache, and the depression started to flare back up again. I almost didn't open the door. But, I did. 

As the door squeaked open, SNAP!! A wire broke. I watched as a small lever flicked on the lights, watching as they were tinting them ever so slightly to almost simulate a ballroom. Lines of hanging lights were circling the room where the furniture would be, and the ceiling had light-up in the dark-star stickers. My chest didn't hurt anymore from the sight of the beautiful room. And if it couldn't get any better, the stereo turned on, instantly playing one of my favorite artists. 

(Note from author: If you wish to read and listen to the song they dance to, this is the link.) 

https://youtu.be/cNGjD0VG4R8

"W-What the?" I murmured, unable to really process what was happening. My hand was covering my mouth, shocked in the most heart-filling way. With a deep breath through my chest, Zayne slowly walked over to me in his dark blue tux with a small amount of shiny gems on his clothing shining just as slightly bright as mine. His hands were behind his back, and his eyes were looking at me, and only me. "Zayne? W-What is this?" I asked as if I didn't see the great sight of the house. 

"It's our dance that we missed out." Zayne's smile was small, but I knew his joy at me being shocked was making him purely happy. "Melody, care to dance with me?" He asked, offering me his hand. 

I wanted to melt right there, seeing his gaze, feeling nothing but the pure love he has towards me, and his cheeks were softly blushing. Our hands held each other softly, Zayne instantly pulling me close to him, and his other hand on my waist. His touch was soft, almost like he was holding a tiny kitten in his palm. My eyes started to well full with tears as Zayne and I swayed together in our living room, designed in such a beautiful interior, I shook my head slightly in disbelief once again. 

"Why the tears, my love?" Zayne asked, his voice so soft, I almost mistook it as a whisper. "Was this not good enough?" His voice sounded disappointed, but not once did we stop our little tango. 

"No! God no, this is perfect, Zayne." I started to laugh, trying to make up for my tears. "I love it so much!" Our eyes met, his shoulders relaxing after he saw me smile for the first time after 2 months. My chest didn't ache or hurt anymore, and my mind wasn't making me think of horrible thoughts. All I could do was look at Zayne with pure joy. Almost unable to really process the feeling, but I knew what the feeling was. 

"Darling, you," Zayne synced up with the song that was playing. "look perfect tonight." I whimpered, tears rolling down my cheeks like waterfalls. I wrapped my arms around him, my face pressed against his chest as our night continued with just us dancing under our own little moonlight. 

I would never want to forget this night with Zayne.