English Love Affair » z.m au

16. "Your wedding."

Scar

 

The wedding was absolutely beautiful.

It was warm and homey, definitely unforgettable.

It was theirs, everything about it could somehow be related to either Harry or Louis, and I didn’t even know them that well.

Zayn looked unearthly in his black tuxedo, and he never once, stopped smiling.

Almost as if it was his own wedding.

God, Zayn  as a groom, that would be a treat for the eyes.

I wondered, how would it feel to be his bride?

He’d probably look at her in that way; where his eyes would speak all his love and announce it to the world, to everyone who cared enough to hear.

Maybe he’d tear up a bit as soon as he’d see her walking down the aisle, towards him.

He’d try to hide it away, because Zayn would never allow himself to be vulnerable.

He’d kiss her, tenderly, yet, lovingly, and she’d wonder how she ever survived without him.

He’d make one hell of a husband, that was for sure.

I needed to stop those fucking thoughts from creeping in.

I was a married woman.

And he deserved better.

“ I still can’t believe you wore white.” He whispered, chuckling slightly, as he swayed the both of us to the serene music playing.

“ I figured, the bride won’t wear it, and it’s a morning wedding so it’s too hot for my usual black clothing, so I thought, why the hell not?” He laughed again, at my reference to Louis as the bride, before burying his face into my hair.

“ It’s… unfair.” His voice lowered an octave or two, giving it a seducing tone.

“ What’s unfair?”

“ This. You. Your endless beauty. That body made by angels. Your voice that could probably make me do whatever it asks me to. Every fucking thing about you is perfect, and I – I can’t do anything about it. And that’s unfair. So, so unfair.”

Oh dear God.

His lips planted a feather-like kiss onto my neck, and I almost leaned into it.

 Almost.

“ Zayn.”

I pleaded for him to not say everything I had ever wanted to hear.

I pleaded for him to not find a liking in me, because nothing good could ever come out of it.

“ Scar.” He replied, the way he always did whenever I called his name.

“ You’re driving me fucking nuts, I swear.” I giggled slightly, earning a toothy smile from him.

“ Yeah, well, payback is a bitch.”

I decided to not push this any further, wanting to enjoy this moment that I now shared with him.

He held me in this way; where his arm rested loosely around my waist, except for his hands, which held on to me.

The other arm putting my head into his chest, running his smooth fingers through my hair.

“ So what was yours like?”

Of course his gigantic mouth had to blabber along and ruin the moment.