Should We Just Keep Driving? [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 39

A few weeks later...

"Oh, my God!" Anne commented, looking at Gemma as she stood in front of a mirror. "You look beautiful!"

Gemma's wedding dress was simple in pearl white with spaghetti straps, it opened at the back coming down in a flare, with a short trail. Her dark hair with soft waves fell off her shoulders, contrasting with the white flower tiara on her head. The teacher's make-up was minimal in hues of pink. Her bouquet of wildflowers was everything she could have hoped for. Today was her day.

"Mum, I'm going to cry!"

"Oh, don't you dare!" Anne sniffled, as she wiped the tears forming on her face. "No. I can cry. You cannot. You cannot!"

Gemma's face contorted and her eyes filled with water.

"That's not helping."

"Oh, Gemma for God's sake." Anne came around with a paper fan blowing wind into her daughter's face. "You can't cry. Come on. Save the tears."

Gemma took a deep breath in, then another out. Anne did the same. The mother and daughter duo breathed together, controlling their tears. Anne's dress was elegant in a beautiful soft baby blue with silky long sleeves with a deep V-neckline.

A knock on the door interrupted their breathing session.

"Come in!" Anne shouted.

The door opened and Zayn appeared. The wore a soft blue suit, with a white shirt and a flower on his lapel.

The hair had grown back, but Zayn found out he loved an undercut, so the sides were buzzed off, while the top of his head sported the black Malik main styled back.

"What happened?" He asked. "Why are you two breathing like that?"

"We're trying not to cry."

Zayn smiled. "Well, maybe I shouldn't give you your present then."

Immediately, Gemma's tears stopped, and she perked up.

"Present?" She turned to Zayn, noticing he had his hands behind his back. "You bought me a present?"

"Yes." Zayn showed her a little blue box. "I think these are perfect and I noticed you hadn't found a pair."

Gemma set the bouquet aside. With trembling hands, she grabbed the box and opened it: inside, sitting on a black velvet bed, were the most perfect tear-shaped earrings with sapphire stones. The sister gasped while looking at them.

"Oh my God..." Gemma's hands trembled as she reached for them. She placed the right one. Then, the left one. The oldest Style sister returned to the full body mirror, looking at herself and seeing the beautiful pieces. "These are exquisite, Zayn."

"Well, they are yours." He let out. "It's your something new and something blue."

"I'm going to cry again."

"Please, don't," Zayn begged. "Harry wouldn't forgive me and speaking of which, he's waiting for you outside."

"Okay," Gemma responded dotting her face with a tissue, so her makeup wouldn't smudge. She took a deep breath in. Then another out. She turned to her mother who smiled. Then, to Zayn. "Okay. Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay!"

"All right."

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Harry wore an off-blue suit with orange sheer cornucopias, which gave him this metallic flare. The hair was long and wild, but still not reaching his shoulders – he had tried to tame the curl ends, but they formed behind his ear and a rebellious wave insisted on falling on the side of his head.