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

Chapter 19

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Zayn’s POV

I felt heartbroken. Hearing everything I had put her through, seeing how much I broke her. It killed me. I never meant for things to get to this point. I wanted her to believe everything I was telling her because it was the truth. I wished that things had turned out differently. I wanted to fight harder, but she looked so broken. She said she was done. She told me to leave. I didn’t want to hurt her more, so I left.

Leaving was the worst thing I could do.

The moment she slammed the door shut, I felt something hard in my chest. It hurt. I cried and cried, not caring if passer byers were watching or wondering what was going on. I barely made it to my care before flipping on myself. I had to pull myself together to get home.

When I got there, there were cars outside, reminding me that everyone was here. The rehearsal dinner was tonight, I couldn’t go through with it. The wedding that is. I sighed and looked in the compact mirror on the sun visor before heading into the house. Immediately, I was taken back by all the voices and a squeal coming from my fiancée.

“Where have you been, babe?” she asked, cupping my cheeks in her hands. I placed my hands over hers and faked a smiled, intertwining our fingers.

“Just had to go out for a bit. How was your trip?” I asked, genuinely not caring. All I wanted to do was go to my room and break down some more. 

“It was good. Some of the ladies are here, but they have to get to the hotel before the rehearsal dinner. I was just going to show them out,” she smiled, leaning in to kiss me. But I dodged it, making her kiss my cheek and frown when I pulled away.

“Well you do that and I’m going to head up to the room,” I said, showing her a slight smile and walked away.

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Now here I was, sitting at a beautiful set table surrounded by the wedding party and my fiancée. No matter how hard I tried to make it seem like I was happy, I couldn’t. Perrie kept looking at me with a look of worry. I was being rude, in a way, whenever I was approached. People were coming up and congratulating us. People were making speeches. But I just wasn’t having it.

I was thinking about Olivia and how she rejected me. The way she believed that I hadn’t really loved her.

“I need air,” I said, getting up and going out to the balcony that overlooked all of London. It was cool and breezy, but my suit held enough heat for me to work with. I stood out there for a good minute before the clicking of her heels joined me.

“Are you okay, Zayn?” she asked, standing next to me and placing a hand on my back. I sighed and continued to look out in front of me.

“Perrie, I don’t think I can do this.”

“W-what do you mean?” she stuttered, taking her hand back and staring at me in disbelief.

“I mean, I can’t marry you tomorrow.” I looked at her, seeing the tears building in her eyes as her lower lip trembled.

“You don’t mean that. What’s going on?” she asked, taking a step closer to me.

“I love you, but I’m not in love with you.” I held her shoulders and told her the truth. I was definitely not in love with her.

“Zayn, you can’t do this. We’re getting married tomorrow. Everyone inside is here for the wedding! You-You can’t do this!” she said, panicking.

“Perrie. I can’t marry you if I love someone else,” I said.

“Who? Olivia?” she seethed, instantly getting angry. I looked at her surprised and she scoffed. “I can’t believe this. You love her? She’s your best friend and you’re in love with her. See, I knew this would happen!”