"What are we doing here?" I asked curious.
We were waliking around a field full of beautiful flowers hand in hand.
"It's pretty here, isn't it?" He said looking at me.
"It is," I squeezed his hand, "but what's the occasion?"
He hold the camera he brought in front of my face and said, " did you think I brought this just because I felt like it?"
My eyes widened and I stopped walking looking at him, "no way!"
"Yes way!" He nodded vigorously.
"Oh my God, I wasn't prepared for this."
"Well you said you wanted me to take pictures of you," he shrugged.
"Yes, but I usually prepare before a photshoot."
"Well I didn't tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise and I took you here because I thought you would look pretty in this pretty location."
"Hey I'm manly and handsome not pretty." I joked pretending to be offended.
"Pft, you are one of the prettiest things on earth."
At that I blushed and I wasn't one to blush, Zayn usually was.
"Well then, let's start with this photoshoot," I said kissing his cheek, feeling the heat spreading on his cheek, "tell me what to do Mr Photographer."
"Okay just go there, maybe lay down on the grass and just be your pretty self."