Zayn Imagines

Wedding Day

You look so beautiful!"

"Absolutely stunning!"

"He’s a lucky man, that one!"

As all the bridesmaids were gushing about your bridal beauty and such, you were in inner turmoil. Apparently it was normal to be nervous, it was a whole change of lifestyle for crying out loud! What nobody knew was that you weren’t worried for yourself, you were worried Zayn might not be ready for such a big step forward. What if he’s not ready for the wedding yet? What if he’s only just realizing what he has to do in front of so many people? Or worse, what if he decided he doesn’t love you anymore? You didn’t want him to do anything he would regret, you just wanted him to be happy, even if it meant that you weren’t in the picture. 

"Will you please excuse me? I need to have a little bit of fresh air."

The girls let you out after making sure nobody was out there to disrupt your privacy. Once you got out, you sat on a bench conveniently placed underneath a large tree, perfect for hiding a distressed girl. Once you were left completely alone, your eyes gushed waterfalls. You were so scared. 

"Y/N?"

You whipped your head around to find Louis, a worried look on his face. Quickly you wiped your eyes, though you knew it was of no use, he had already seen it all.

"Sweetheart, are you alright? The boys and I saw you look like you were going to start hyperventilating, so I quickly came over here to find you like this. Is this not what you want?"

Louis was like an older brother to you, you were closest to him out of all the boys, even Zayn. You decided to voice your opinions to him as he sat on the bench next to you, rubbing your back gently.

"That’s just it Lou. It’s everything I could possibly want. The question is, is it what he wants? I mean, what if one day Zayn wakes up and realizes he made the biggest mistake of his life in marrying me? I might be able to barely handle him rejecting me now, but I know that it would just break me if he did later on.  I feel like we’re all just pressuring him so much, he doesn’t even know what he  wants. I don’t want to be the cause of his unhappiness. I don’t know Lou, maybe I’m just being stupid, but I can’t help it, I’m so scared!"

And with that, you started crying again. Without saying a word, Louis simply handed you his phone, indicating to you to talk to whoever was on the other end of the line.

"Hello?" you said so softly, you barely heard yourself.

"Y/N! Babe how could you think such things? Have I ever given you reason to doubt my love?"

For a few seconds you were confused as to who it was speaking, but then it clicked.

"Zayn?"

"Yes, it’s me. The boys saw you were upset but wouldn’t let me see you, what with the ‘it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding’ crap, so I told Louis to have me on the other end of the line so I could talk to you, which brings us back to subject. Why would you ever think that?"

You were hesitant.

"I-I’m sorry Zayn, it’s just…. oh I don’t know! I just don’t want you to regret anything. Are you sure you want to go through with this? There’s still time to back out, and no matter what you choose, I promise I won’t be mad."

"Y/N, I held no regrets when I first asked you to marry me, I hold no regrets today, and I will never hold any regrets unless I don’t go with this. I love you, and I mean it. Forever and always. Yes, it’s scary, and believe it or not, sometimes I have the same doubts you do, but that’s just part of the roller coaster, isn’t it? You either get on the ride and learn to embrace it, or let your fears hold you back and never enjoy those moments you were meant to have. I’m here today for a reason. The question is, what about you?"

This brought tears to your eyes. With a shaky smile, you said,

"Yes. I’m so sorry I ever thought… God I am so stupid. I love you too. Forever and always."

"See you at the altar?"

"Yes sir."

With that, you ended the call and handed the phone back to Louis, thanking him.

"Anything for my little munchkin."

"Hey!"

"Love you sweetheart, but I’ve got to go. See you in the hall!"

Withing five minutes, you were brought back in, cleaned and touched up, and waiting outside the doors.

"Ready?" Your dad asked.

"Ready."

And with that, the doors opened, as your father escorted you to be wed to the man you loved.

-Muskaan xx