✔️He's the Queen!

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Soon enough, the day of the wedding arrived and Zayn was woken up with a dozen of maids working actively to help him get ready.

Time had flown by so quickly! Too quickly for his liking. I mean of course a week always goes by so quickly so it was kind of expected but it's not everyday that you marry THE Harry Styles THE Prince of England.

He was beyond stressed. His cover had managed to not be blown and at the end of each day he gave himself a pat on the back because damn! A week without being discovered. He might as well become an actor. Right?

Anyways. Back to the wedding day. The ceremony was supposed to happen in less than 3 hours and Zayn was everything but ready.

He was feeling kind of sad and nostalgic because he had spent such a great week here. Everyone was so nice and funny overall and if it wasn't for the King's inappropriate remarks he would have had a perfect week.

He was with Harry all the time. Literally. Just parting away when it was time to sleep even though it didn't lasted. They always got up in the middle of the night to get a drink at the same -weirdly enough- and of course they met in the kitchen and spent the night talking and laughing there until dawn or until someone walked in, then they'd walk back to their rooms to have a few hours of sleep before finding each other again.

Now there was no denying it. Harry was slowly falling in love and he knew it but he kept telling himself that it didn't mean anything, Waliyah was taken and even if it hurt he would let her go back to the man she truly loved because it is what she deserved. To be happy. And her happiness was what mattered the most to him.

Zayn was falling hard too, they had so much in common and just like his grandma had said, the Prince really was his type. Everyday he wished he was a girl and he could actually stay married with the gorgeous brunette.

But for now the pretend wedding will do eh? Talking about the wedding, apparently they were done pampering him and it was time to go in a room and wait for his father to come and get him. He got up with shaky legs and walked to the room, following Albert.

"Don't be nervous! It will go great believe me." The tall  man tried to reassure Zayn for the nth time.

"But what if they find out Albert! And what if he finds out?! Oh God." Zayn groaned, his stomach doing flips. Thankfully he hadn't ate yet so nothing came up.

"Z-Waliyah. Calm down. Everything will go smoothly." Albert states before pushing Zayn inside the room. "I will be back soon with some food okay? You need to eat or else you'll faint darling." Zayn nodded with a defeated sigh, the man shot him a reassuring bright smile before closing the door, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

What if something goes wrong?

In the meantime Harry was still getting ready, his sister and parents were allowed by his side unlike the bride to be.

His father had been in his ear for the past 30minutes lecturing about how he needed to be more firm with this woman and all. He had tuned him out after the first few words, only thinking about Waliyah.

Were they going to kiss? He had been wondering that for a few days now. Well, he will have the answer in a few hours, right?

As Zayn was still in deep thoughts, he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in Albert!" He was actually hungry now so he was glad that Albert finally came back. The door slowly opened making him frown as the first thing he saw were some tennis shoes and not Albert's shiny dress shoes.