The Wedding Date ➸ Ziam

The Bachelor Party & So Wrong, So Right

Another update like I said! All I can say is make some popcorn children, ur in for something;)

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《NARRATOR》

Two weeks have passed. Trisha had basically everything ready for the wedding. Catering, guest list, location, dress attire, decor, all that jazz. She was stressed and had worked long and hard but it was her son's wedding so it was totally, completely worth it.

As for Liam and Zayn, Liam found himself falling for the raven-haired man more and more everyday. They spent almost every waking hour together, going out (Liam calls them dates but Zayn doesn't know that) and spending time together.

They've also helped with the wedding. The Maliks came across a bump in the road, having some insufficient funds to pay for the catering and some of the decor but Liam was right there to help, pitching in a wad of cash. Everyone denied the money, telling him he didn't have to but Liam insisted. Zayn had called him a sweetheart and a hero to which Liam just blushed in reply.

Now it was the night of the bachelor party. Tyler and his friends from work were heading over to one side of town to stay in a lavish hotel. Possible strippers and getting hammered, the usual. While on the other side of town, Tony, Liam, Louis, Harry, Zayn, and some other close friends of Tony's were staying in another hotel. Probably the same thing, strippers and getting hammered.

The boys all split up and head to their hotels, excited for the night they were in for. Music's blasting throughout the white stretch limo, it coasting down the sweet streets of New York City. Tony's wearing a boa and tiara, sticking his head out the sunroof yelling 'I'm getting married bitches!' to now-annoyed New Yorkers but he could care less.

Liam moves closer to Zayn as he pops a bottle of fine champagne, filling both their glasses.

He lifts his glass, "To a night of fun and no regerts."

Zayn smiles and taps his glass with Liam's.

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The boys enter their hotel room and mouths drops one by one.

They were in the penthouse-suite of The Plaza Hotel. There was a giant living room surrounded by big bay windows, looking out to the city along with a kitchen, bar, and two bedrooms. One couple would have to take the couch but it was super comfortable and it pulled out into a bed anyway.

Everyone gets settled, placing there things around and claiming the rooms. Louis had brought his 'Party Mix' CD and placed it in the stereo system. We Can't Stop by Miley Cyrus flowed throughout the penthouse, some of the boys making drinks for the special occassion and others, like Louis and Harry, already dancing their asses off. 

Liam chuckles at the hyper couple and takes a seat next to Zayn on the long leather couch, wrapping an arm around the smaller man. He kisses his cheek, "Hi."

Zayn smiles, "Hello."

"Have I told you that you look ravishing tonight?" Liam quirks an eyebrow as he eyes Zayn's button-down shirt, skinnies, and boots.

Zayn blushes, "No."

"Well I must say, you look ravishing tonight, Zee" Liam entwines Zayn's hand with his, bringing Zayn's knuckles to his lips and kissing gently.

Zayn's cheeks flare again, "Thank you, Li. You look good too."

The two stare at each other, fond smiles on their lips. Then there's a knock on the door, jolting them from the intense gazes.