Fool For You (Sequel to Awakening) >> z.m ✔

Chapter Nineteen

[ Final chapter. Wow. It feels like I just started this yesterday, and now the "My Bradford Bad Boy" series is over. Trying to hold it in. ]

~Rachel's POV~

Harry only got better from there on. Niall and Alayna left soon after they noticed Harry would only get better, catching the first cruise out of here.

Zayn and I knew we had to get back to Berkeley, so right as Harry got back on his feet we knew that as our place to go.

My mom had went home, wishing me goodbye, and my dad called me. Alayna and Niall said their farewells before heading to go on their cruise, though I know it wouldn't be long until I saw them again, on their wedding day.

Louis and Harry showered me with goodbyes, tearing up over how supportive I've been, knowing that I've missed another week of college now. Louis knew he and Harry had to get back to Duke too, but their conditions were slightly different.

So as Zayn and I got in the car, after a tearful farewell to Louis and Harry, we knew it was time to start our long drive to Berkeley. I texted Niall a 'good luck', before curling up in the car seat and dozing off, thinking of all the good memories in my head.

There was getting back together with Zayn, that awkward Christmas Eve, Alayna and Gaby bonding, Gaby period, and so much more things that could make me smile.

Though I did have some ups and downs with my mom, I knew our relationship would only grow stronger, just like Zayn and I's.

On the first day driving back, Zayn and I shared ideas of what to do in California, after we got our school work done. But I knew we would do something within the first week getting back. I knew I'd have to celebrate with Gaby over our winter breaks.

On the second day, Alayna and I spent over four hours talking about Niall's proposal. She brought up all kinds of things we'd have to do for her wedding. I was over the moon, and I knew by the time I had hung up, Zayn was done with the talk about girly stuff.

On the third day, I was so tired I ended up sleeping the car ride until Zayn and I switched shifts driving. That was consistent throughout the day.

Finally, we got back to California on the fourth day, since we didn't bother getting a room for the night last night. We took our time, admiring familiar sights.

Knowing we had the rest of the day to ourselves, Zayn took a different intersection towards a small beach. I enjoyed the feeling of sand underneath my feet, and the sea breeze flying past us. I was thankful.

 When we did get back to Berkeley, I knew we had to surround ourself with responsibilty now that we weren't with our parents. 

But I was okay with that, and I welcomed anything that wanted to come take a hit at me.

X

One year later 

Wedding bells chimed and Zayn had his lips pressed to mine. I never wanted the moment to cease. 

Yet it did, and I pulled away from our passionate kiss, looking down at the aisles of my friends and family. I was married.

Alayna, Gaby, and some of my other friends from Berkeley and Virginia stood in a line next to me, wearing there pastel pink bridesmaids dresses. Niall, Louis, Harry, and a couple of guys Zayn knew from when he lived back in Bradford stood on his side, in their formal tuxes.

Zayn grasped my hand, and I looked down at Aunt Samara -she told me to call her that now-, my mom, and my dad. All their eyes were teary, including my friends.