I Want, I Want, I Want. (One Direction Fan-Fiction)

              Pacing around the room, I decided to call Louis. He was doing something, he didn't tell me what exactly. Worried about what I was about to tell him, I dialed the number with shaky hands.

              "Hello." he said.

              "Hi! It's me." I whispered nervously.

             "Hey, Tay. Whatsup?" he asked.

             "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all..."

             "Yes, something is up. Now just tell me what exactly."

             "I don't want to get married."

             "What? Are you joking? Why?" his voice cracked a little, but other than that, he was freaking serious as hell.

           "I'm worried, I'm worried because of what happened last time...I don't want that to happen again." I cried.

           Louis laughed a little, relaxed.  I sighed. Then he replied, all relaxed.  "I won't do that. Promise." even he souded unsure of himself. So unlike him...I shrugged it off.

                  "I'm still a little worried...I love you." it was about a couple of days ago when I said those three little words.

                  "Love you too, I'll be there in a few minutes. Oh, and has Zayn gotten there yet?" he asked.

                 "Yeah, why. Everyone is so tense."

                 "I know why. Just don't mess with him. He's a mess..." he muttered the last part.

                I laughed and laid down on my bed. When I called Louis, I had went into my room. Harry, Liam, Niall, and Zayn were still out there.

               "Bye,"

              "Bye." Louis hung up. I heard sudden yelling from outside my door. I went over there and saw Zayn standing there.

              "Yes?" I said.

             "Taylor, I've never gotten over you.  I still love you." he cried.

             "Pft, yeah. Right." I said with sarcasm oozing from my words.

              "It's true though!"

             Everyon was peering around the hallway, staring wide eyed at the two of us. It was days before my wedding, and I did not need this. Zayn and I were over, besides, he was going out with someone else. If he really loved me, who would've stayed single.

            "Listen, Zayn, if you're going to act like this days before my wedding, then - " I got cut off by Harry tripping and falling on his face. I rushed over to help him up.

           "My face hurts." Harry mumbled. I laughed a little and resumed my conversation with Zayn. Harry slumped against the wall.

          "Like I was saying...If you even loved me, you should've told me ages before this. Plus, my birthday is coming up soon. So. Whatever you say now it probably won't make any difference."

     A hurt look flashed in his eyes. He looked around before heading out the door, pushing right past Louis as he entered.