forever // ziam

[22] ready | zayn

I try to finish my fair and make sure no strand is loose. I've really let me hair grow in the past couple months. I need to look as presentable as possible for my soon to be husband and everyone else.

Just as I get done, I hear the door to the room close. 

"Zayn?"

"Yes Harold?" 

I come out of the bathroom and into bedroom.

"Sweet mother of god you look like sex Zayn"

"I always do" 

"Shut up" Harry sits down on the trunk in front of the bed, "How you feeling?"

"Honestly, I wish I could just jump out the window, run until I can't anymore, find the nearest bar and get so fucking drunk I wouldn't remember any of this"

"Wow. I felt the same"

"Shouldn't you be like encouraging me not to think negative thoughts about this?" I sit down next to Harry on the trunk.

"Yeah but what's the point? You'll still have those thoughts no matter what one says to you"