Zayn Malik was going to marry when he was surprised by another type of feeling. There was something in those green eyes that made him want to feel that skin, those lips. This is the kind of feeling Zayn should feel about his future husband, isn't it...
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| CHAPTER II |
Z POV
I had that picture in my hands, I stared intently at it while Liam tried to take it out of my hand to see it too, but gave up every time I pulled the piece of paper back to me.
"That was about two years ago, the last time he came here and let me take a picture with his camera." Jacob said.
And after I realized I actually had the picture in my hands for a long time, I let Liam look at it too.
"He is very..."
"Handsome." I completed Liam's sentence.
"He is very handsome, yeah. How old is he?"
" 27." Jacob answered, putting the photo back in the album. "He took care for a long time, so we are very close."
"So you're going to help me too, right? I can make your brother very happy." Liam kept talking, trying to sound funny.
I didn't like that, they were treating Harry like an object. The whole family had grown up in a place where all marriages were treated as something that went far beyond compatibility and feelings. Maybe that's why Harry left them to live in another country and start his own businesses. He had no connection with the family company, and that impressed me; anyone would like to have an easy life without having to work, but he seemed to be the only one who thought differently.
That evening I decided not to participate in the cigar session after dinner. I left Liam to replace my presence and went to my room, seeing that Louis was getting out of the shower to go to bed.
"Are you sleepy? I asked while I was taking off my shoes to sit at the bed.
"A little, I walked around town today to find a seamstress who could embroider the scarf I will wear on my wedding suit. I asked her to make it for you too with our names and the wedding date. My mother did this to get married to my father and I wanted to do the same." I watched him speak, his eyes sparkling at first, but finishing the sentence without that sparkle.
"Will your mother come to the wedding?"
"Yes, but I want to avoid any contact between her and Harry. I'm going to have to have a serious discussion with him about that. I really didn't think he were going to accept the invitation."
"So you didn't want your brother at our wedding?"
" Of course I did, but not under these circumstances. It's my moment, and I just want my mom to be completely happy."
I opened and closed my mouth a few times before I said anything, I had to be careful with my words.
"Do Harry and your mother have issues?"
"No, they never really talked. But to my mother, watching Harry is like feeling the pain of that betrayal all over again. He's the reason for the break-up, if my dad's mistress hadn't gotten pregnant, everything would have been different."