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{24 hours before the wedding}(Isabelle's POV)

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{24 hours before the wedding}
(Isabelle's POV)

The cake, decorations, dress have all been bought and now Zayn is out buying a suit. It's time to really make this happen. I'm really getting married in 24 hours... to a man I just met a few months ago.

Zayn asked if I'd like to come but I decided to stay home and clear my head — I told him I wasn't feeling well. He was concerned but I told him to go and have a good time.

It's not that I don't want to marry him, I just... I don't know how to feel about all of this. I love him... I do. But, it feels so strange to marry him this way and this soon. It feels so rushed and wrong, but I know, to stay with him, I have to.

At least my mom is coming back over today and will be here for the wedding. She should be here within a few hours. She was supposed to come a few days ago but her work wouldn't let her take time off. I think that seeing her will hopefully make me feel a little better.

As I sit by myself, I realize what a mistake I've made in staying home alone. Now, I'm left with my thoughts and incoming doubt. I don't doubt that he wants to marry me, but what if this isn't how it's supposed to be? What if this isn't how our lives were meant to go? I don't believe in fate but this feels so strange, maybe it is the wrong path.

What if we just love each other simply because we should rather than actually falling for each other? What if, in a few years, we begin to realize that we're wrong for each other? What if... but, what if it all works out? What if this is what I'm meant to do? Maybe all of this hardship has led me to something great, and he is.

As I sit alone, I hear a knock at the door and shoot up. Could that be Mom?

I run over to the door and open it to see Zayn with his arms full — his suit draped across his arms — and his mother comes in behind him.

"Thanks." He grins, walking in with the suit to gently lay it on the couch.

I'm not disappointed, I just really want my mom to be here.

"So, are you feeling better?" He turns to me, walking over and wrapping his arms around me.

"I'm okay." I can't tell if I feel better or not.

"We have some medicine in the washroom if you need any." He kisses the top of my head.

It's moments like these that make me feel so much better about everything. But these are just moment, and moments fade quickly.

Minutes later, I see a taxi pull up out front and rush to the door once again. My mother comes out of the taxi with her small suitcase in hand and a big grin on her face when she sees me.

"Mom!" I call her to, rushing out to hug her.

Her arms felt so warm and comforting, I had missed her hugs so much.

"Isabelle! I'm so happy to see you! How are you, Sweetie?"

"I'm good-great." I smile, feeling so grateful to finally have her here.

Her soft smile warms my heart. Seeing her here makes me feel so much better.

"Zayn, it's nice to see you again." She smiles, holding out her arms to hug him.

He smiles, embracing her and looking to me.

"It's lovely to see you too."

"Where's your mother?" She asks, only to be greeted by her as she comes out from down the hall.

In another hug, they share happiness and comfort. I can see this being us, being happy and more like a family.

"Well, let me help you with your things. Don't forget to hang that suit up! You don't want it getting wrinkled!" His mother tells us and warns Zayn.

"I will."

With that, they both head down the hall and disappear — leaving Zayn and I alone.

"I'm going to go hang this up... but do you want to meet me out in the yard?"

"Sure... I can."

I'm not sure what he has to tell me, but I hope it eases my mind a little more than it has been. A part of me feels like telling him how worried I am, but another part of me wants him to tell me to stay.

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