Enna Sona [Ziam]

Two

If Zayn could hit his head on the wall to the left, he would. But that means two things. One, his hair would be ruined and that's a big no-no. Two, the hanging decor on the wall with flowers, fairy lights, tiny mirrors and what not, has covered the wall which makes it impossible for him to hit his head on the wall and the decor might get stuck in his hair, which in turn would ruin his hair and again, that's a Big no-no.

One might ask why Zayn wants to hit his head on the wall. Well, Zayn had it all planned out. He was supposed to be flirting with every guest, charming them with the god gifted Malik charm, avoiding every other responsibility on this day, secretly mixing vodka with the juice they're serving and having the time of his life blasting RnB with the DJ. Instead of doing any of that, Zayn is stuck in a room that smelled like jasmines which was hurting his nose, with a best friend who won't stop fonding over the curly haired, long legged, clumsy blabbering idiot, also known as Harry Styles, who was trying to fix the turban on his head which now missed a jewel because he threw it at Olivia. And it has ruined his hair. Zayn hates his life!

"Louis!"

Louis snapped his head to Zayn who was glaring at him.

"You can drool over your boyfriend later, feed me the pringles!"

Louis shook his head. This has been Zayn for the past hour. Snapping at people and demanding to be fed whatever junk was available. Who knew the skinny lad can eat this much!

"Zaynie, bro, I know you like to stress eat, but can't do that today. Your Mum specifically said no crumbs on the sherwani and before you say it won't show, it will. You're wearing a black Kurta bro! And Mumma T has got the eyes of a fox. She finds a crumb on your wedding sherwani and she won't hesitate to twist my ear in front of the whole 300 guests you have invited. Honestly who invites 300 guests!?"

Zayn huffed. He sometimes forgets that Louis doesn't understand how Desis work. But today he doesn't have the patience to explain it to his best friend. He's already pissed off. And the dimpled idiot fixing his turban is not helping at all.

"All done. I'll be downstairs. Lou, you will bring him right?"

Harry smiled at Louis' enthusiastic nod.