struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Epilogue

I know I said one chapter left & epilogue, but I had to cut it and upload this. Don't worry, this is a long epilogue, - i think. Enjoy.

Sorry for the cliché. You all had this coming.

Not edited.

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Chelsea's POV

After a very long engagement, I find myself being tugged by Paul. He softly tugs my arm and leans to my ear, "Are you ready?" I nod violently, feeling rather nervous. This is it. I'm going to marry Zayn and I didn't see this day coming until I woke up this morning. My heart is pounding so hard that my body moves along with it. I take a deep breath when Paul walks me into the Church.

We stand at the opening and I look up at the big church, and let out a breath. Why did I feel like crying? I shake my head and blink quickly to hide my tears.

"Oh my, God." I whisper when I see everyone stand up from the bench, turning to look at me. Aunt Isabella was there, covering her mouth in shock as her tears started to fall. "Paul, oh my God." I look at the well-dressed man who I see as a father.

"Do you need a break?" He asks concern, in a soft voice.

I had a very long break. Heck, no. I wanted to marry him already.

"No." I breathe when I see Zayn looking at me at the altar. I notice him mouth 'beautiful' and that all it took for me to continue walking down the aisle. I could hear a piano as I step closer. I wanted roll my eyes, I said many times I didn't want the classic, wedding song, but Isabella insisted.

Amanda, Jessica, and Taylor wave at me and throw kisses. Then I look at the boys that stole my heart: Niall gave me a smile, Harry only waved, Liam wiggled his eyebrows and Louis... well, Louis was in awe, and when our eyes meet, he looked down but he couldn't hide that smile.

Then my eyes land where they supposed. Zayn. My Zayn. He runs his fingers through his hair and gives me a wide smile.

Every step I take reminds me everything we've been through and how our mistakes and hard times were love tests. We've conquered all and whatever our marriage brings, we will be there with open arms.

As I get closer to Zayn, I look at my son being held by my cousin who grabs his little hand and wave at me. I can't help, but giggle.

"I love this girl as my daughter, so take care of my princess." Paul gives Zayn a playful glare. He quickly holds my hand and kisses the top.

"I always care of my queen." He whispers, staring at me. Paul leaves me with him and we turn to look at the priest.

"Hey, Zayn..." I whisper.

"Yeah, babe?"

"That was the longest walk I ever taken."

"And the last one," he jokes slightly knowing how lazy I could be.

We laugh. Everyone behind us chuckles even though they didn't know why we were laughing.

The Priest starts and everything feels so perfect, just like how it's supposed to be. I'm in a white dress, next to my king, and it's happening... it's happening.

Zayn and I look into our eyes, repeating the vows. He slides the ring on my finger and I slide the ring on his finger. His voice was so calm as he spoke and when he said 'I do' I shed a tear and my voice became shaky when I said 'I do', staring at his big, hazel eyes.

"You may kiss the bride."

"Oh yes, I will." Zayn wraps his strong arms around my waist. He raises me and kisses me passionately. My feet didn't touch the floor, so I put my arms around his neck and kiss him back.