Loved You Anyway [Zayn Malik]

Epilogue

Hazel's wedding dress and hairstyle at the side :)

PS: Don't get confused, please. It will all be explained at the end :) xxx -Kat

Epilogue:

Hazel POV:

Oh God.

"Harry, if you let me fall I will fucking tear your head off," I said through gritted teeth. 

Harry smirked, giving me a cheeky look. He shrugged and I slapped his arm. I was wearing a pair of heels and I literally hated heels, so if I ended up walking bare footed or in a pair of flip flops for the ceremony after the wedding it wouldn't be much of a surprise to me. My feet were already aching and I have only been in them for ten minutes. 

That must be some sort of record right?

Six months later after the proposal and here I am. In my wedding dress, clutching Harry's arm so that I won't fall, waiting impatiently behind closed doors knowing that Zayn was in fact behind those doors down the aisle. I knew people where anxiously and excited to see the bride.

"Okay, we're going out, Hazel you alright?" Eleanor asked, giving me a smile.

I gave her a shaky nod and the doors opened and she walked out and down the aisle. She was one of my maid of honour, and Gemma, Doniya and Waliyah were my bridesmaids. Safaa was the only flower girl and she was the first to go out, then Eleanor and after that Gemma, Doniya and Waliyah. 

And after was me. 

"Breath," Harry whispered as the doors opened and we started walking down the aisle.

I took in several deep breaths but when my eyes locked with Zayn's eyes, my heart stopped and I stopped breathing. I was surprised that I hadn't stopped in my tracks at his sight. He looked smart and gorgeous in his black suit, wearing a white bow and a tiny rose in the suit's blazer pocket. 

I was wearing a strapless, dirty white dress. The part covering my chest was covered in tiny, sparkly diamonds and the torso was covered in a silk material that was slightly folded. The skirt part started from the hips downwards, flowing in waves, forming flower patterns. There was a ruffled flower stuck on one side of my hip. The dress hugged my figure perfectly, showing all the right curves without showing too much either. I was wearing a pearl bracelet that consisted of three bracelets that were stuck together. Zayn had given it to me around four months ago on my birthday. I wanted it to wear it for the wedding much to my designers complaints. I hadn't stopped wearing it since Zayn had given it to me and I didn't want to take it off for our wedding. I was wearing a pair of medium diamond earrings, my hair was curled into soft, loose ringlets and was pulled half way upwards forming a sort of messy bun in the middle. I had a few curls left loose on both sides of my face. Two flower clips were stuck to one side of my hair as an accessory. 

I took the last few steps towards Zayn, never breaking eye contact. His eyes were slightly wide open when he saw me but instantly changed to looking at me softly and adoringly. He was smiling all the way and I couldn't stop myself from smiling like a goof at the sight of him. I forgot all the other people in the room that were looking at the both of us, I forgot that my friends were staring at me as well, I forgot that there were Zayn's parents in the room. I could hear Patricia's silent sobbing of happiness, her husband hushing her.

Who knew you would end up marrying Zayn? No one. 

Harry and I stopped in front of Zayn. Harry gave me a slight kiss on my cheek, whispering 'You look amazing, love' in my ear before giving Zayn a knowing smile and walking next to Louis, Niall and Liam on Zayn's side.