The Wedding Menders |l.t au|

43. Better off as friends?

Calliope Jane Edwards

It's been a week since the 'break up' and over a week since I have been feeling depressed.

I was officially a mess.

And I had no one to talk to of my mess.

I leaned back on my chair and stared at the collage of pictures of the week in New York. There were pictures of Louis and me and then there were pictures of Sam and me. My heart couldn't handle the overthinking and I think at some point it would explode.

My attention moves to the knocks on my door. I take a deep breath before answering my assistant to enter,

"Your sister is here for her gown trial." I nod and tell her to send Dani in.

"Alright, since when do I need permission to see you in your office?" I hear Dani ask as she stepped into my office.

"Since you lost your manners of not following dates or etiquettes when you come here." I tell her, making her stand away from my desk with her arms crossed across her chest.

"Look I don't have time for your attitude. Standing there isn't really helping." I roll my eyes and scan through a report in front of me.

"Listen," she charges to my desk, "I know you just had a breakup but please, you weren't in love with him." I tried to not show any reaction as I looked at her, "Dani, you're here for your trial. Not to be a relationship expert." I tell her firmly.

I look towards my door and see the ladies who were to help Dani wear her gown. Dani turned to look at them and then turned to me, "You had your turn to throw around your attitude when you were getting married. This is my wedding and I have all the right to be crazy when her sister is being a pain!" My eyes widen a little but, before I reply to Dani, I turn to the ladies and tell them to wait by the trial room.

"You should know something about me." I stand up to meet Dani's eyes which were mixed with anger and sadness, "I would never do anything to come in the way of your life. You will have a wedding. A beautiful wedding, in fact." I smile, "But your life isn't mine and mine isn't yours." I drop the smile.

"At this stage, my love life should not be your concern and I don't want anyone concerned about my life choices because I took those choices." I point to myself. "Now, go and try on that dress and be a bride." she huffed and turned around to leave.

Rude. I know.

"I wish I got married when I had to. It would just be an unhappy marriage." I looked out the window beside me, "It would be better than feeling like this." I close my eyes and looked down at my lap.

"I'm really confused right now." I looked up at him,

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't confused myself, Zayn." I sigh and lean back.

"No what I meant, why is it confusing?" I frown.

"Seriously, I thought you had this figured out." I shake my head as he spoke.

"You told me what you had with Samuel was platonic."

"That doesn't mean we didn't kiss." I look down and reach for my mug of coffee.

"And what? Did you feel the fireworks and butterflies? Cut fiction out of this." I look at Zayn, clearly, he didn't look happy.

"We're talking about two guys, one who you've known for decades and the other who you knew for a shorter time." I sigh

"And for one, you stayed single...and you loved him even before you landed in this mess."

"Zayn, if it was that easy-" "No. You're being stupid and overthinking. Get yourself together." he scolded me.