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

Chapter 11

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Zayn’s POV

“What was that?” Perrie scolded me as soon as Olivia and Tegan left. I knew that my jealousy wasn’t hidden when I saw the waiter give her his number. I didn’t really care at the time, I was pissed. I completely forgot that Perrie had been sitting there with me. I knew that she was holding in her questioning until we were semi-alone.

“What was what?” I asked stupidly. She rolled her eyes and glared at me.

“You know what I’m talking about.” She sat back in her chair and sighed heavily. I knew that I wasn’t going to get out of this one easily. She already hated Liv for numerous reasons, some that I didn’t even know about until recently. It wasn’t hard to figure out once her bridezilla mode came about. She had put on a whole act the moment we saw the girls sitting at the table next to ours. I would’ve called her out on it, but I didn’t.

“Whatever, Zayn. I know something is up. You’re acting weird around her.”

I didn’t say anything, instead I got the check and we left. I could tell that she was completely pissed, but we had to act happy the moment we walked out of the restaurant. I drove home and the whole ride was silent. She jumped out of the car and slammed the door as soon as I had shifted into park. I didn’t want to deal with her questions or another argument with her, so I reversed the car and drove to the nearest bar.

I was alone and I didn’t know if I wanted company. I was going to call one of the boys, but I didn’t want to bother them. I definitely couldn’t call Olivia or Any because, more than likely, they were both not in the mood to see me. Well, I definitely wasn’t in the mood to call Ant. Perrie hadn’t stopped calling since I left the drive-way, so I ended up turning off my phone.

I walked into the bar that I had become well acquainted with in times of need. It was a secluded place, so I knew that I wouldn’t get noticed here. Since I drove, I knew that I couldn’t drink much, but just being here was a bit of a relief.

Hours later I went back on my word, walking out of the bar completely plastered. The sun had gone down not too long ago and I didn’t really want to go home. I got the bartender to call me a cab and by the time I had made my way outside, there was a car waiting for me. I knew better than to drink and drive. I got him and gave the driver an address.

It felt like forever before we were pulling up to the small townhouse in London. The alcohol was hitting me more. I gave money to the man, I didn’t know if it was more or less than what the ride cost, but I stumbled out of the car anyway. I walked up the stone stairs, falling against the door before I started to rapidly knock on it. It took less than a minute before I was falling at her feet seeing as I was leaning against the door.

“Zayn, what are you doing? Are you drunk?” she asked, leaning down to check on me.

“W-we need to t-talk,” I managed to say before she helped me up on my feet.

Olivia’s POV

I carefully picked Zayn up off of the floor, shutting the door as he stumbled into the living room. He was laid out on the couch mumbling something that I couldn’t understand. I sighed and walked into my kitchen grabbing him a glass of water.

I didn’t know what he was doing showing up drunk at my door. It was annoying, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I walked back into the living room and set the water down before I sat on the couch across from him.

“Get up,” I said, waiting for him to sit up. He mumbled some curse words before he finally turned around and pushed his body up into a sitting position. “Why are you here, drunk?”