Midnight Memories

4. Ana

A/N 

Not Revised so sorry for any mistakes. 

~Ana

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"Ana," Perrie sighed as she pulled me out of the hotel ball room. The reception was suppose to be held there tomorrow, and so far we had ruined the rehearsal for it. I looked over at Perrie as she pulled me along gently. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her expression worried and strained. She pulled me into the elevator and pushed the top floor button where I guessed she and the other Little Mix girls were staying.

"I'm so sorry about what happened back there Perrie," I said as soon as the door closed. Perrie bit her lip, smudging her red lipstick onto her perfectly white teeth. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it and just nodded. I wasn't sure if that meant she forgave me or even accepted my apology so I just stood there in the uncomfortable silence.

Finally the elevator doors opened, the silence almost suffocating. Perrie walks to one of the only two doors in the hallway and took out a card. Sliding it into the door knob there was a click followed by Perrie opening the door hastily, She ushered me. in before closing the door and putting her clutch on the counter . Her room was even fancier than mine. The walls containing paintings of cupid or Aphrodite. The furniture a dark brown, polished and gleaming. Perrie sat onto the black couch, holding her head in her hands. "That was bloody awful," she breathed out her voice cracking.

"My god Perrie I'm sorry," I sighed, sitting down next to her.

"I don't know if I'm ready," she cried tears welling in her eyes. I knit my eyebrows realizing there was more to this than what me and my friends had done.

"What do you mean Perrie?" I asked, now worried.

She sniffed wiping her eyes and smudging her eye make up. "Did Zayn do something?" I asked hesitantly. Perrie shook her head, tears streaming down her pale face. She looked about ready to throw up and collapse.

"I-it's not Zayn," she said with a shaky voice. "It's me." I furrowed my eyebrows further. This didn't make sense.

"I'm sorry Perrie, I don't understand," I said. She sighed wiping her face. I looked around for some tissues before spotting some across the room. I got up and gave the box to Perrie, she muttered a thank you and wiped all of her runny make up away.

"I don't want to ruin this wedding Ana," she croaked. "I don't want to mess this up, I don't want to lose Zayn if I mess up i-i....I love him so much," she cried. The sight made me want to punch a wall. My cousin was crying the day before her wedding. She should have been crying tears of joy, but she wasn't.

I hugged Perrie and she hugged back, seeming fragile as glass. She started sobbing and I just hugged her tighter.

"Shh, it's okay," I reassured.

"I-i-I-just," She sobbed.

"Everything's ogoing to be fine Perrie. Tomorrow you're going to be married and you're going to make a beautiful Mrs. Malik. I promise," I said smiling sadly. Perrie sniffled and looked up, her eyes blood shocked.

She nodded, obviously not wanting to say anything and she just continued to cry.

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"Hey where were you?" Allie asked as I entered the suite.

"Yeah, you missed the rest of the rehearsal. Zayn and Perrie were suppose to practice the Bride and Groom's dance, but Zayn couldn't find Perrie," Lynn said nonchalant. They were both sprawled out on the couch like star fish-star fishes- star fi? Well what ever the plural word for star fish is.