Touch (Z.S) (Rewriting)

Chapter 48.

Years passed. I finished college a while ago and everyone was happy. Except for me of course. Niall and Louis got married at an early age, in fact, they got married 2 years after they finished college. Ashton moved on and found a girl, Marisol and Michael are still together, and Luke was still single and happy as ever. Liam ended up with Alex, unsurprisingly. Of course, there was Zayn. He found a guy. His name is Brent. He is a perfect guy. Slightly shorter than him, pale skin, hazel eyes, brown short hair, strong, just overall perfect. At least on the outside.

And they were getting married. Today... Right now. Zayn and I continued to talk after a while and he assigned me to be best man after we got close again. I bet he did that on purpose to make me cry. Why the hell did he think it was a good idea to have me be his best man?

Brent is an asshole. He knew what happened between me and Zayn and he always haunted me with that. Every time I was over, he would purposely start basically having dry sex with Zayn in front of me. He would make eye contact with me here and there. I wanted to punch him in the face.

You see, I was Niall's best man for his and Louis' wedding. But that's different. I was never actually in love with Niall or Louis. I was their friend, that's all. It was a nice event, I had fun. But now I was the best man for the man who I was and still am in love with.

I stare at myself in the mirror, fixing the tie. I hear the door open and I look back. Zayn. My mouth goes dry as I see the loose tie around his neck. Oh. He needs help with his tie. I walk up to him, hoping he didn't realize I was tearing up. I keep eye contact to the minimum and fix the tie around his neck. When I finish I just stand there, looking away from him. My heart was aching and it was impossible for me to talk. The pain was physical too. My throat was aching, my chest tightened up, and I was starting to feel light headed.

"You don't have to do this..." Zayn whispers.

"It's a little to late for that, isn't it?" I let out a fake laugh, forcing the best smile I could.

He pulls me into a hug, allowing me to hide my face in his neck. Don't cry god dammit, keep yourself together. He starts rocking me in his arms and that's when I let out a sob. I push away from the hug and wipe my face, hiding my face with my hands for a minute. He frowns.

"Go. You have a wedding to attend. I'm gonna clean up and I'll be out there waiting" I whisper, walking off to the bathroom. Before I walk out of the room completely, Zayn pulls me back by my wrist. He presses his lips against my forehead, wiping away the tears on my face then gives me a gentle push.

"See you out there" he says softly

...

After the ceremony- thank god I didn't cry- we all headed towards the hotel where we were supposed to have the after party. I checked into my room so I had the key. I was going to stay for a bit and then disappear.

I arrived a bit later than everyone else. No one seemed to notice. I saw Niall and Louis dancing with each other in the crowd, Michael and Marisol sitting, Ashton and his girl dancing, and everyone else. Luke was happily dancing besides Niall and Louis. They managed to get close throughout the years. Then there was me. Why couldn't I be like Luke? He was single and living his life to the fullest. He was happy like a toddler whose mother let him have cookies before bed.

I make my way to the mini bar and order a shot of the strongest drink. I take a seat, staring at the table. The small glass is placed in front of me and I nod as a way to thank the bartender. I take the shot, my throat burning as the liquid travel down my throat. I raise my hand and the bartender gets the message, pouring me another shot. Then another. Then another. I saw the worry in the bartenders eyes.