He Mustn't Find Out » Zayn Malik © [COMPLETED]

Chapter 31

UNEDITED SORRY IF THERE'S ANY MISTAKES (not as long)

I started to panic as I was looking for Ella. Zayn had just told me the wedding was in two weeks and I had planned nothing. NOTHING.

"Ella?" I said into my phone. "Yeah?" She answered. "Where are you?" "Downstairs with Zayn, Acacia and Louis." "Oh, well, we're going shopping. Louis can't come. Wedding things." "Okay!" She answered a bit too cheerfully. 

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We were walking down the street on the sidewalk, window shopping. We had stopped at a caterer, jewelry shop, hair stylist who does hair for weddings, interior designer and all we had to do now was look for my wedding dress and the bridesmaid dresses. 

We walked past a store with the most gorgeous wedding dress in the window. "HALT! WE'RE GOING IN THERE!" I squealed, fangirling over the dress. "ok ok! Calm your tits!" Ella laughed. 

We quickly walked into the store, me going towards the dress as if it was an enchanted diamond that when you touch it you get cursed. Weird I know. Don't judge. 

"MADISON! DON'T TOUCH!" Ella scolded as I backed away from the dress. I walked over to the counter where Ella was speaking to the cashier. "She's a size 8.. I think." "Oh no! Wedding dresses aren't measured that way. Follow me." The cashier said, pulling us both to the back room. I looked at Ella and she was glaring at me with wide eyes. "Personal space, much." Ella mouthed towards me. I silently giggled and walked with the lady.

We were sitting on white plush couches and the room was gorgeous. In front of us, there was a glass table with a couple of bridal magazines on it and a little pot of white flowers which I am guessing are daisies. All the way in front of us was a circular stage with mirrors all along the back and a changing room to the right of the stage. On the left there was a little room with sowing things and wedding dresses.

"Madison, can you please stand up for me?" The lady asked. "Yeah sure." I replied, getting up and leaving Ella behind. The lady wrapped a measuring tape around my shoulders, saying numbers. She then wrapped it around my chest, asking what size bra I am. "36dd." I told her, a little uncomfortable. "Big tits." Ella mumbled, making me blush and the lady giggle. "Oh by the way, my name is Elizabeth." I nodded at her and she looked about 25 I'm guessing. "Oh, you new to this job?" "Yeah, my fourth month in fashion." She explained. "Oh must be f-" I was cut off by my own squeal. The lady had wrapped the tape around my waist, making me uncomfortable. "Sorry sweetie. Carrying on, how old are you?" She asked. "I'm twenty-three, I have an eight year old daughter and I'm a Victoria's Secret model." I explained. "She only asked for your age Madison." Ella said, sticking her tongue out at me.

*Zayn's POV*

"ZAYN JAVAAD MALIK! YOU'RE AN PROPER DICK! TAKING ADVANTAGE OF MADISON IN HER STATE!" Niall screamed at me. "AND YOU!" He added, pointing a finger at Louis. "YOU'RE NOT HELPING THIS AT ALL! HELPING HIM. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!" Louis' head was looking down at the floor, while I had a smirk on my face. I felt powerful. "Zayn. How. The. Fuck. Do. You. Find. This. Funny." I just shrugged in reply. "You haven't." He said, suddenly quieter but his eyes were raging.

"I haven't what?" I asked, taunting him. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD! WE MIGHT AS WELL END ONE DIRECTION! YOU AND YOUR SNORTING AROUND! HOW MUCH COCAINE DO YOU HAVE HIDDEN?" His Irish accent super thick due to anger. Ugh, fucking Irishmen. 

"Who said it was cocaine?" I said, smiling. "You arsehole!" He yelled, accent getting even thicker. 

Louis looked up at me and then looked towards Niall and then back down at the ground.