Zayn's POV
The lads and I were walking up to the house to retrieve Niall. We got to the door and after we got Niall, we walked over to the car. I was about to leave when I saw y/n standing near the door looking pretty upset. I waited for the other lads to get to the car, then I walked in to talk to her.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, putting my hand on her shoulder.
"I'm worried about Niall, I don't want him to over do it." She said, starting to pout her bottom lip.
"I'm sure he'll be fine, I'll keep and eye on him, and make sure you doesn't though." I said, trying to reassure her.
"Thanks Zayn." She said, wrapping her arms around my neck for a hug. I hugged her back. "Don't worry about him." I said, giving her a small smile before walking out the door. She gave me a weak smile in return before I left.
After a few hours everybody was drunk except me, because I made y/n a promise. I still can't believe he's getting married. He's the last out of the all of us to get married, but y/n was definitely worth the wait. I've never seen two people more meant for eachother.
