My Best Friend's Wedding [Z.M.]

Chapter 2

Olivia’s POV

“Zayn, it’s 7 in the fucking morning! What do you want?” I mumbled into the phone. I was in no mood to be up at this hour, let alone be pulled into going and doing wedding things. I knew that’s what he was calling for.

Last night after my dinner with Zayn I had come home and drank a whole bottle of wine. That wasn’t something I would normally do, but I really didn’t care. I was annoyed with that he wanted me to help with the wedding, well it’s not a lot, but still.

“Get your hung-over ass out of bed and come with me,” he said, chuckling into the phone. He always knew when I was hung-over, apparently I was always mean.

“Go where with you?” I sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I opened them and quickly regretted my actions when the sun hit them, it hurt my head. I groaned and threw myself back into bed, the covers covering my body completely.

“Get tuxes.”

“That’s for the boys to do.”

“I don’t care, I need your help. Please,” he begged. He continued to say please until I finally gave in.

“Whatever. Pick me up,” I said, ending the call before he could say anything else.

I laid in bed for a few more minutes before getting up. I dragged my sluggish body into the bathroom, turning on the shower while I stripped down. The hot water cascaded around me as I stood in the shower. It was so relaxing and I didn’t want to get out. But eventually I did.

I got dressed and quickly did my hair and makeup before I heard my front door open. For a second I was scared, but then I remembered that Zayn had a key to my place. His footsteps were heard walking up the stairs and into my bedroom, then they got closer to my bathroom door.

“Hey beautiful,” he said, leaning against the door frame. I blushed slightly, odd. He had always called me little pet names and it had no effect on me, but this time I reacted a bit.

“Hey Z!” I said, looking at him through the mirror.

“Ready to head out?” he asked, walking back into my bedroom and plopping himself down on my bed.

“Yes. Shoes first,” I said, running to my closet and picking out some shoes to go with my outfit. When I was done putting my shoes on, I noticed he had been watching me the whole time. I smiled, and slightly blushed, before walking out of my room. His footsteps followed me as I walked to the front door.

“Now are you ready, ready?” he asked, his chest running into my back.

“Uh, yeah.” My heart was racing for some reason, and I was finding it really odd.

We walked out of the house, him locking my front door with his key. I hopped into the car and settled myself while he did the same.  The radio blasted as we made our way over to the tux shop, but there wasn’t much spoken between us. Just a little small talk about a whole lot of nothing.