"The wedding is next weekend Zayn" I smile and kissed him on the cheek.
"I know, I can't wait for that moment" Zayn responds.
"What moment?"
"You know... me, holding you like this" Zayn grabs both my hands, "Then saying those words. The words that I have been dying to tell you for the past month" He takes a pause "And then..."
"And then?"
"I do" Zayn says.
"I'm sorry" I say before I put on my shoes and head out the door.
Fuck, why do I keep doing this?
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"Liam! Goddamit!" Niall said as he threw a couch pillow, "I would throw a brick at you but i'm a sane person"
"I deserved that" I say looking down.
"Of course you did! You freaking left the scene. You should've stayed Liam. You're an idiot!" Niall keeps raising his voice at me and Harry watches.
"I just didn't know what to do" I run both my hands through my hair in frustration.
"If I were Zayn right now, I would hunt you down, slap you and then probably kiss you right after because I care that much. But i'm not Zayn. Zayn doesn't do hopeless romantic, Liam. You know that better than me and Harry" Niall calms down a little.
Tears were streaming down my face now. I couldn't believe that everytime something big happens in my life, I just leave the scene. I'm such a coward, I will never get anywhere in life if I keep doing this over and over again. Gosh, i'm such an idiot.
But the tears cue Harry turn in this.
"You are an idiot" Harry said.
I look up at him with tears in my eyes. I can't believe he said that.
"Harry..." I start to say but he interrupted me.
"I'm sorry Liam but it's the truth. You've done this what.... seven times now? But those other six times were different" Harry says in a fatherly voice.
"Why were they different?" I sniff.
"Your wedding wasn't on the next weekend" Harry emphasizes the sentence.
He was right. All those other times i've ran away from things like this, the wedding wasn't even remotely close. The last time was when Zayn proposed.
"Then what should I do?"
"I don't know. What should you do?" Harry says before leaving the living room but Niall stays on the couch.
I sit and think of what I should do. What would I do? I've never really experienced the sitution itself i've always just been too scare to face it and wait for it to solve itself. Now i'm starting to regret everything.
"Niall what should I do?"
"I'm sorry Liam. I love you, I care about you, you're my bestfriend but... i'm sorry" Niall says before he leaves the room and goes outside.
All this time has been wasted and I can't get it back. I'm going to be a horrible husband.
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forever // ziam
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