Forced to marry him! Completely re-edited

Chapter 14 (part 2)

This would have to be my worst chapter. Ugh so disappointed.

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"I didn't want to be here, at the Malik's house talking casually to his sisters like nothing had happened between me and zayn. Wearing an uncomfortable dress that just made me look fat, out of everyone here I looked the worst.

My dress reached below my knees, was a hideous vomit green colour . Had frills at the bodice making my boobs look fat and saggy. When I ran my hands through my hair I could already tell it was frizzy and oily -ew.

'Ahhhh here are the love birds.' Said Tricia and all eyes went to the top of the staircase where two figures descended.

Zayn and Perrie.

Her hands were linked through his arm -their fingers intertwined. He was dressed to perfection in his suit while she wore a lovely white lace gown that -I hate to say it- complemented her skin.

Zayn glanced over at Perrie shooting her his famous smirk full of mischief, love and fun -a look he'd always throw at me. He leaned forward to placed a delicate kiss on her cheek which made her close her eyes in delight -just as I had done every time.

He never took notice of me -the girl dressed in a vomit green dress- amongst the awaiting crowd.....the girl that was in total love with him. If he did notice me he did a very good job to ignore my every presence.....his eyes stayed glued to Perrie.

I tried hard not to be effected by this. I tried hard to just swallow back a cry, blink away a tear and just smile and nod at Doniya who was busy rambling off about her new boyfriend. I tried so hard to just be happy and grateful for him and best friends husbands sister.

But it was so darn hard.

After they had greeted the guests I watched from the corner of my eyes as zayn whispered something in Perries ear making her giggle and smack his shoulder while he just chuckled. And when no one was looking -well they thought- he tugged at her hand pulling her into another room.

The urge to know where he was taking her, whether they'd be back soon was too great and I was soon following their footsteps. I soon ended up in front a closed door.

I knew I should leave them alone -give them their privacy- but it was so hard when I still had deep feelings for the guy and wanted him back even though he was with her.

I had pushed open the doors, and when I did I truly regretted it. Seeing my fiancé in a full make out session just like the picture. Seeing his hands squeezing her butt, lips on hers, her hands through his hair.

-but that wasn't what caught my eye. What caught me eye was the fat diamond ring -my diamond ring given on my engagement day- sitting on Perries left hand.

He had proposed to her.

And Perrie had replaced me......."

I sat up panting in my bed. My back wet with sweat and my chest heaving. It was only a dream, -thank The Lord! Perrie and zayn weren't engaged. Yet it was such a vivid dream it almost scared me. My eyes glued to my left hand where the ring sat. Me and zayn were.....

.....still in a fight -well not exactly a fight, more like me pissed off at him for sending me that photo.

Why would he even send it to me? If he wanted us to breakup all he had to do was have the decency to say to my face "I want to break up with you." He didn't need to put me through torture like this.

Why would he even bother to send texts like "baby, talk to me." Or "I don't understand why your so mad at me!"

Was he trying to play the innocent card with me. Does he not remember sending me such a photo like that!?