How It All Fell Into Place.. (Zerrie story)

This Is It

Zayn's P.O.V.

When I had arrived back at my flat, all I saw was Louis.

"What did they say? What did you say?" I swear to God I think he made a list of questions while I was gone. "I didn't know you'd get up like that and leave, bro! Did you even go and ask?"

"Of course I did!" I said, a huge smile sneaking its way onto my face. "They gave me their blessings."

Louis then let out the manliest scream I've ever heard. OK, it wasn't that manly, but give the guy some credit.

"Louis! Calm down! You're going to disturb the whole of London!"

"Dude, you just got permission to marry. Why can't I be happy for my best mate?"

"You can, I just don't need you screaming so loud the whole of London can hear."

"And that's exactly what you want Perrie to do ey?"

I slapped him across the face.

"Shut up." I mumbled, my cheeks flushing.

"You know you want it to happen mate, don't lie to yourself."

"I'm not." I replied with a smirk.

"Ohh! You want to do it then? About time mate!"

"Louis! Of course I want to do it with her! Jesus Christ can you get off my back now?"

"OK! OK! Chill out. I need to tell Eleanor! Then we'll take you ring shopping and you'll buy Perrie the most prettiest ring we've ever seen, OK?"

"Dude, you're like, more excited than I am." I said.

"Are you not excited?"

"No! Of course I am! I'm bloody nervous too. But you're like 'OMG! OMG! I'm going to plan my best mates whole wedding!' Chill out, man. I haven't even proposed yet."

"Oh, OK." Louis looked down, but I know he was faking it.

"Louis," I sighed. "Cheer up, bro."

"OK!" Louis cheered, fistpumping. I chuckled, knowing that Louis was having one of 'those' moments where he's all high and stupid on minutes then sad and crying the next. I was happy he didn't crumble to the floor wailing like last time.

Flashback

"Guys! Guys! Guys!" Louis yelled, running towards us. We had just gotten out of this amazing club, I think it was called Midnight Madness or something, celebrating the fact that we were going to start our world tour soon.

"What? What do you want Lou?" Harry asked, holding onto Niall for support before he fell over.

"Louis, I want to go home, can you tell us in the car?" Liam asked, rubbing his hands down his face tiredly.

"G-G-Guess whaaat!" Louis dragged out, words slurring from his alcohol intake. The way he stuttered his 'G' on 'guess', I instantly knew he was high. Like, 'smoking weed' high, not the 'I'm so silly and happy and I'm laughing a lot' high. I mean, I've done it before, who hasn't? I know what happens and I know how you begin to feel.

"Louis, are you alright mate?" I asked. Liam and I tried to stay sober throughtout the night, but I gave in and had a few beers, while Liam had none. The others, well, they were smashed. I tried to keep count of how many beers and cocktails they had, but I lost count after they started taking shots.

"Y-Yeah! I-I-I'm fiiiine! I'm dizzzaayy, but fiiiine!" He giggled. He literally fucking giggled. I sighed and told Liam to take Harry and Niall to the car that was waiting for us, while I went up to Louis and put a hand on his shoulder.