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

Chapter 18

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Zayn’s POV

1 day before the wedding!!

The sunlight was streaming through the crack in-between the curtains. It was too much, even though it was just a sliver of light. The alcohol that had done me so good last night was turning on me this morning. I hadn’t even remembered how I got here, in my bed as far as I could tell. I groaned and threw the duvet back over my face. I felt like complete shit.

I clearly remember begging the driver to take me to Olivia’s place, but once I was outside, I backed out. I stumbled up her front stairs and contemplated knocking, but I just couldn’t. I didn’t want to talk to her while I was drunk, I wanted to be all there so that she would believe every word that I had to say to her. I had gotten the driver to circle back around, picking my drunk ass up and taking me home.

I, however, do not remember how I ended up in bed.

I decided to roll out of bed and get ready, needing to leave before Perrie got back from her girls trip. I needed to talk to Olivia. I couldn’t get married tomorrow, nor could she leave for her new job.

Olivia’s POV

I had just gotten back from shipping all of my things to the apartment that the company had provided for me. I was one day away from moving my entire life and having a fresh start. I was still hurting over how Zayn had played me. After so many years of friendship, he had done what he did. I would have much rather stayed friends with him knowing my feelings than having him use me the way he did. I regret ever having feelings for him, for telling him about those feelings, and whatever else happened with him.

I still cried whenever I thought about what went down. I was pissed how much of a coward he had been. I wish things were completely different than they were, but here I was… Sitting in a practically empty house. Well not really because this house was still fully furnished and mine, but a lot the charm was missing. Tons of my belongings were going halfway around the world. Just like I would be in less than 24 hours.

My parents and Tegan were taking me out to dinner later in the evening, then they were all going to come over for a bit. I had asked them to hold back on going to the airport with me because I knew it would be much harder to say goodbye to them there. Though there was a lot of argument about that, I had finally won them over and got them to agree.

The tv was running, but I wasn’t quite sure what was showing. Honestly, I was going through things on my phone. First it started with Instagram pictures, then it went to camera roll pictures, and just scrolling twitter for no reason. I was getting a sense of nostalgia while seeing how close Zayn and I used to be. I wish we hadn’t gotten to this place because we were so good before. But things happen for a reason and I just had to learn to accept things the way they were.

I had spent well over an hour scrolling through my phone, not paying attention to the world around me. But a knock had pulled me back to reality, making me groan as I made my way over to it. I was ready to scold whoever had come over early, whether it be my parents or my best friend, but then seeing Zayn behind that door had made my mood completely change.

“W-What are you doing here?” I asked, closing the door a bit and wanting to slam it in his face. He had looked like hell, like he had just drank gallons on gallons of alcohol. His hair was disheveled and he looked like completely mess. He ran a hand through his hair and rocked back on his heels a couple of time, making me get a weird feeling in my stomach.

“I need to talk to you.” His eyes had made contact with mine, but I immediately broke their contact. On instinct, I rolled my eyes and scoffed, earning a look of guilt to come off of his face.

“I really don’t want to hear what you have to say.”

“Come on, Liv. I need to talk to you, to apologize. Just please, let me in,” he begged, looking as though he would actually get down on his knees and beg.

“Zayn, I don’t want to hear what you have to say. You’re so… aggravating. You’re such a dick!” I broke.

“Olivia! Please, just let me come in. I know you hate me. Just let me explain, everything.” His eyes started to get watery and I tried not to let the look break me down even more. I knew that within in second, if a tear slipped from his eyes, I would let him in again.

“Zayn…” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. When I looked back at him, his pleading eyes were still staring at me. I couldn’t resist, I was such an idiot. “You have five minutes.”

I opened the door more, not wanting any sidewalk passers to hear whatever he had to say. He walked in and stopped when he noticed how empty the place seemed. I knew that Liam had told him about the move because he hadn’t questioned anything before turning to face me. He had taken a step towards me, but I took one back and hit my back against the door. he took that as the hint that I didn’t want him anywhere near me.

“Talk.”

“I want to apologize for everything. The kiss, for what happened the other night, for everything. It shouldn’t have happened the way that it did. I’m a coward. I’m a dick, like you said.” I rolled my eyes, not wanting to hear more because it was just reminder of the mess we had made. “I do love you. I love you as more than my best friend and I can finally admit it. I don’t want to get married tomorrow, not to her. I don’t want you to leave because I can’t imagine a life without you. You’re the most important person in my life. I know I fucked up by leaving you without an explanation. I know that I should have let my feelings be free from the moment I knew that I felt something different for you. I know I shouldn’t have gotten engaged to Perrie when I knew you were the one I wanted.”

With every word he spoke, I was breaking even more. I couldn’t handle whatever confession he was giving me. I felt like it was just another thing to make me fall for him. I felt like it was just a coy to get me to stay, to put my life on hold and let hope come back when I knew it would fall.

“Stop,” I said, letting tears slip from my eyes. Once again, he tried to make his way towards me, but I put my hands up as a barrier. “I can’t do this. You’re playing me again. Just like every other fucking time. I need you to leave. Go marry her, go be with her like you did right after we shared something so intimate. You told me you love me, when you really don’t me-“

“Don’t say I don’t lov-“

“Shut up and let me talk. You don’t love me. You just love to play with me and I can’t take it anymore. I’m moving to New York and I’m moving on from you! Now leave and go prepare for your wedding that is happening tomorrow.” I was full on crying at this point and so was he.

“Olivia. I do love you. Please don’t do this,” he cried, reaching out for me.

“Leave, Zayn. I’m done, we’re done…” I moved away from the door and opened it, looking away from him.

“Liv, don’t do this to me,” he said, walking over and taking my cheeks into his palms while I resisted to look at him.

“Leave,” I whispered, closing my eyes. He sighed and for a moment, I thought he would continue to argue, but he didn’t. Instead he left a chaste kiss on my cheek, making my breath hitch, and then he was gone. But before that, he had whispered an I love you, further breaking my heart.

My heart… I hope that did something to you, that was my goal. I get sappy when I read fanfics, so I was  trying to create that feel :D

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