My Best Friend's Wedding [Z.M.]

Chapter 16

Zayn’s POV

Leaving like I did was a dick move. I was being a coward when I saw her sprawled across the couch, I felt like all the air in the room had been removed. I had felt like I had made a mistake, not in sleeping with her, but in sleeping with someone while I had a fiancée. I was pissed off at myself for letting my feelings seep through as I spoke to her.

Everything I had told her was the truth and it felt damn good to let it out. I had felt a sense of relief when she had gotten it through her head that I loved her. I felt awakened and alive when we kissed. When we went further, I had felt better than I had ever felt. We were connected and I loved it, but I couldn’t stay.

I needed to figure my shit out. I really did.

“Zayn, are you listening? We have to get this done,” Perrie’s voice echoed, pulling me out of my thoughts. I rubbed my hands over my face and sighed before telling her I was listening.

The wedding planner was taking us through final details and it was hard to believe that we were so close to getting married. So fucking close and I wasn’t ready for the day to come. I had cheated on her with my best friend and I felt no remorse. I only made me wanted to end the engagement faster, but I was being an idiot and backing out of doing so.

We had been to more than a million of these the last couple of days and I wasn’t sure what more we needed to do. But I was here, fulfilling the duty of a good fiancé, though that title was really irrelevant with what I had done and with what I was feeling.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, the fifth time since I had left Liv’s. She had called every single time, no one else but her. She had sent texts, but I hadn’t responded. She seemed distressed and pissed off, it wasn’t surprising at all. She had every right to hate me. I had just left without a word after having sex with her. After telling her my feelings. She probably thought it was all a lie. But it wasn’t/

Three days. Three days since I had slept with her. Three days since I had ran away like a coward. Then, two days since she had given up on trying to call and text me.

I had made a trip out to Bradford, needing a getaway from the city. I needed help, whether it was from my mum or older sister. I needed someone to help me overcome my fear of leaving Perrie and loving Olivia. They would understand where I was coming from, they would know. When I pulled up to our house, I had jumped out and made my way to the front door.

My mum opened the door and was clearly surprised, her face turning up with a smile and a nice sigh leaving her lips. “Son,” she said, pulling me in for a hug.

“Hi, mum.”

“Come in. Come in,” she said, shuffling so that I could walk in the door. Once I was in, I took off my shoes and rested them next to the door. “Come in to the kitchen.”

“Where is everyone?” I asked, following her and sitting down at the island. She went behind it and opened up the fridge, already grabbing me a water before setting it down before me.

“They’re all out. Here and there. What brings you here? You hungry?” she asked, not giving me a chance to speak. So I just nodded and let her begin her work. She continued to talk the whole time she cooked, only getting short answers from me. It wasn’t until she was done and were sitting at the table when I began to talk.

“I need help, mum.”

“What’s wrong, love?” she asked, concern fell on to her face and I knew she was genuinely worried.

“Girl problems.”

“What’s going on? Perrie? Are you regretting getting engaged so soon? Zayn, I knew it was a bad idea…”