---- ZAYNS POV ----
I watched as Megan stormed off to the car, paparazzi swarming her as tears flowed down her pink cheeks. Her last words to me eating away at my heart.
Coward.
She was completely correct. I wanted to leave. I wanted to go with her so badly. But I couldn't bring myself to do it with the whole word watching me.
"Fucking hell." I cursed under my breath and ran my hands through my hair, completely ruining it.
"Zayn?" A voice with an Irish accent asked.
"Oh, hey Niall." I sighed, trying to compose myself.
"Why the hell are you still here?"
"Excuse me?" I raised my eyebrow.
"You didn't go with Megan?"
"Why would I go with Megan?"
"Because you're in love with her." He said almost casually. "I know you are, Zayn. It's okay."
"Wait, what the actual fuck is even going on?"
"All you need to know is that I know what happened and that Megan loves you. And you need to get your ass over to the hotel before it's too late."
"Mate, I can't just leave my own wedding. The paparazzi and press are outside and-"
"Are you serious? You're going to really let the media control what you want to do? Zayn, who gives a fuck about what they say! They will always say twisted things about you. That's just how it is. You can't let that get to you, though. Don't let it ruin your chance at being with somebody you truly love. The Zayn I first met on X Factor wouldn't have." Niall said. "Don't lose yourself to the fame, mate."
Before I could reply a higher pitched voice chimed in from behind me, making my roll my eyes.
"Why the fuck do I have a million people coming to me and telling me that that bitch tried to crash our wedding?" Perrie shrieked. I turned and found her dressed in a robe and a full face a makeup, her features ruined by her disgusting scowl. "I thought you were done with her? I swear when I get through with her she will regret ever-"
"Oh my god, would you just shut up?" I groaned.
"Excuse me? Don't talk to me like that! I'm going to be your wife in just a few minuets so you better watch yourself."
"Actually, no you're not. The wedding isn't happening." I said, stepping around her to get to the door. I felt her grip my arm with her little hand which I easily shook off.
"The fuck it is! I didn't spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on this for it to not happen!"
"Good thing it was my money and not yours, right?" I laughed.
"Walk out now, and I'll ruin you in the press. Just watch." She threatened.
"Have fun with that. At least you will be able to live off of the publicity our relationship gave you for a little bit longer." I said, stepping out of the building and outside into the swarm of paparazzi and late arrivals to the wedding.
"You asshole!" I heard her scream behind me, making a complete fool of herself. I couldn't help but smirk. "You're going to regret this!"
I tuned out her other threats and walked to the first SUV that I saw. I flung open the passenger door and jumped inside.
"Can you take me to the Hilton hotel? And step on it."
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"Sir! Sir, can you please tell me what room Megan Bates' room is? It's urgent." I frantically asked the man at the front desk.
"Megan Bates? Hold on a second." He pressed down on a few keys on his computer and then scanned him screen. "Ah, I'm sorry sir but it looks like she has checked out of her room already. You just missed her."
"Are you positive about that?"
"Yes. I'm sorry, sir."
"Shit!" I cursed and ran my hands through my hair. I ran outside to catch my driver before he drove off in order to try to get to the airport before she could catch a plane but, the driver was already gone. "Oh my god, don't do this to me!" I cried. I looked around frantically for a taxi and finally spotted one. But I also saw a familiar head of blonde hair loading her suitcase into it. My luck must not have been running out, yet.
"Megan! Megan wait!" I yelled. Her head whipped around and saw me running towards her.
"Zayn?" She asked in disbelief.
"Megan-" I panted slightly out of breath. "Megan I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. I should have left with you earlier and I'm so stupid to have talked to you that way."
"Yeah, well you did. Shouldn't you be with your wife right now?" She asked bitterly.
"I left. I didn't go through with it. I couldn't. I love you, okay? And I don't want to be away from you. I want you. Forever."
"Zayn, you humiliated me. I can't just-" She said, tears forming in her eyes.
"I know, and I'm so sorry. I was stupid and let everything go to my head. But I promise it won't be like that anymore. It's just going to be you and me. Nobody else and no more hiding. I want you and I plan to do anything to be able to get you back."
"You don't have to do anything." She cried, then threw her arms around my neck to kiss me. I heard a few gasps from people around us but I didn't care. All that mattered was that she was with me and she was finally mine.
When we pulled away, I brought my thumb up to her cheek to wipe away her tears. This will be the last time she would ever cry because of me.
"Oh and by the way, I have something to ask you."
"And that is?" She smiled.
"Will you marry me?"
"I thought you would never ask."
(Yay! Ok so one more chapter left. I'm so happy that so many of you liked this fanfic so much:) and I'm sad to be so close to ending it. But I'll still be writing! My next project will be finishing my Harry Styles fanfic called Infected. So if you want to read more from me, check it out:) also, leave a comment for me to read. Preferably your favorite Zegan moment :P and also remember to vote! Love you) -Jenny
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