2. Meghan

We had just settled into the Range Rover and I had never felt more awkward in my life.

Here I was, sitting next to a one night stand whose brother wedded my sister a few minutes ago. I always knew something was wrong with that Malik guy.

'Pardon me I totally lost my manners. You look terrific Meghan'. He said with that stupid smirk of his, he was totally mocking me.

'For a bad boy I thought you'd do better with the lines or is this how you behave after you get the cookie?'

'And here I was thinking you wouldn't want to talk about last night'.

'And for once you thought right but only partly because I don't want to talk to you at all'.

He was silent for a while.

'For the records, I meant the good part of terrific'. He said calmly but I didn't say anything until we got to the reception venue.

As expected, the concept was weird like the couple, I didn't even let myself think of what their kids would look like. Don't get me wrong, my sister wasn't ugly but Malik was ugly enough for five people or maybe I just didn't like the guy.

For the first time today I saw my other older sister, Gracie with her so-tall-he-now-bends boyfriend, chatting and laughing. Why do they always make weird choices?

My mom was brunette and we all were, originally but Gracie turned hers blonde which totally suited her appearance and personality. She was a free spirit, totally gorgeous with just the right amount of curves. I, however cut mine low but not so low, styled it and sprayed it maroon but I change the color whenever I feel like it. Presently, it was blonde.

At first mom was furious, coupled with my involvement in basketball, she was convinced I was gay but pokello told her that the possibility of me being gay was as low as the possibility of cardi B becoming a gospel artist.

June had always been the family's pride with all her ethics and good grades. I never envied her, I infact pitied her for having to pretend all the time just to please others.

Zayn offered me his hand.

'This isn't prom. Our siblings are getting married not us'. I said. He smiled and dropped his hand.

The hall was so large and instead of four seats per table it was two, such extravagance.

We took our seats and I distracted myself by texting with pokello even though she and Newt were just a few seats away. Poor boy was talking alot and she wasn't even paying attention.

We talked alot, about Malik's needle-like mother in a dress that would definitely kill her, about Gracie's laughter that was way louder than the music, about the toast Malik's bestfriend gave that sealed it in everyone's mind they were psychos.

Best bitch; At least talk to your date, he's just staring at you.

Me; Why? So we can recount last night's events and talk about the parts we liked best? Maybe you should talk to your own partner.

'Who are you texting?' Zayn said just on cue.

'Pokello'.

'But she's ten feet from here'.

'omg! How didn't I realize that?' I said with wide eyes making him chuckle.

'I always knew you were feisty'.

'Oh yeah? How's you know that? From last night?' He frowned slightly and didn't say another word.

Food was brought in and it was a buffet service but he didn't want to eat, neither did I. I wanted a drink though so he got us margaritas. As I sipped, he watched me.

'What?'

'I just like the way you are sipping that'.

'Really? Does it remind you of something? From last night maybe?'

'For God's sake Meg would you stop that?' He said while rising up. 'Last night was all you so why are you making me look bad?'

'What?' I said rising also. 'I thought you were the bad boy. In case you didn't know, you make yourself look bad enough without my help'.

We were totally creating a scene and my mom was going to make me wear a wig for a month for ruining my sister's wedding.

'I need air'. He said as he moved out of the hall. He wasn't gone long before my mother grabbed my hand and pulled me to a corner.

'You want to explain what that was about?'. She asked, anger seeping out of her.

'I never wanted to be here'. I grumbled.

'Why do you always have to be so selfish? It is your sister's wedding. Just for once can you not make things about you?! Family is all about sacrifice and I hope you realize that some day. Now, please go out and get that sweet boy back in here'. She said and returned to the ceremony.

Was I being selfish? Maybe I was. All June needed was 12hours of my support and conduct and I couldn't even give her that. Wait. Did mom really call Zayn sweet? Ewe. Now where did that bastard wander off to?

I stepped out to find him, it took ten minutes but I finally did. He had undone his suit jacket and the breeze was waving his blonde hair in every direction.

I went to stand beside him, he looked at me briefly before staring straight ahead. I noticed the cigarette between his lips.

'Mom said I should call you back in but you cannot take that in there so maybe we could just stay out here until you are done. I don't really like it inside'. I said and he turned to smile at me.

'Cool. Let's stay out here'. He was hard to read, one minute he is smirking, the next he's smiling and next he's screaming. It was hard to tell who he really was and which part was a facade.

'About last night... It was nothing serious. It was just a bet and I didn't want to loose my car. So, let's act like it never happened'. He nodded.

'I see you don't like to be dared'. He said, smirking.

'Yeah. Sort of'.

'Good to know'. He said, the smirk never leaving his lips.

'You knew I was the bride's sister beforehand, right?' anything to get that smirk off his stupid face.

'Yeah, found out a week ago'.

Okay, so he knew I was going to be his sister-in-law but he didn't stop me last night? I needed to stop thinking about last night but still, you have to understand it is hard to forget. I turned to see him smirking like he knew my thoughts. I cringed before turning my face away. He chuckled lightly.

'I see you are not a big fan of the couple'. He said and I scoffed.

'Obviously, but they are good for each other. The world's smallest team of weirdos'. Oops, I forgot he was Malik's brother.

I turned tentatively to look at him and he laughed out.

'Don't worry. I'm not a fan either'.

'Well.. They love each other so it's cool'. Who was I kidding? Everyone knew the marriage was arranged and there had been no time for the seed of love to be planted not to talk of blossoming.

'I don't believe in love, sorry'. He said calmly like he was bored.

'Neither do I'. I added, a little too hastily.

'Meghan Summers, you might be cooler than I thought'. I shrugged. He dumped the remnants of his cigarette and stepped on it.

'I see it's time to go back in'. I said.

'Aww. Don't look so disappointed, we can talk some other time'. I rolled my eyes.

'Like I ever want to talk to you after today'.

'Stop acting like I don't affect you, I know I do'. He said with that permanent smirk of his.

'How'd you know that? Because I affect you too?'

Bam! That took the smirk right off his face. Good job Meg, you deserve a Grammy.

We were silent until my sister came screaming with her oh so piercing voice.

'Zayn! There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you. Let's take a picture'. She said, handing me her camera and striking a pose besides Zayn who was all smiles and ready. It was obvious they knew each other.

'You two know yourselves how?'

'The dance rehearsal, silly. You'd have known that if you ever took a break from scoring hoops. Take the picture already!' There was certainly no need for her screaming. I took the picture and was quite impressed with my work.

We all went back inside and continued with the party. Pokello and I resumed texting and Zayn spoke to me only when necessary.

It was soon time for the dance and my mom wouldn't let me partake since I wasn't at practice which was perfectly fine with me but of course she couldn't drag sweet Zayn down with me so she let me dance.

For your information, I am a very bad dancer and managed to keep Zayn amused for fifteen minutes with my awesome dance moves.

'God, girl you are like a wood. How do you play basketball?' He said while laughing.

'I'll have you know that they are two very different activities'. He laughed even more.

As we returned to our seats, my phone beeped. I checked to see a message had been sent to the group chat my friends and I share.

Queenie; OMG. Meg, Pokello gave us the 411. You and Zayn? Again? Talk about fate.

Katie; Talk about over dramatics, Queen 😒. Seriously Meg, is it awkward?

Queenie; What's awkward about it?

Katie; I don't know, maybe because they fucked last night?

Pokello; It's totally awkward. They created a scene.

I shot pokello a glare from my seat and she laughed.

Queenie; Really?!

Katie; Really?!

Katie; Jinx!

Queenie; Jinx!

I rolled my eyes before typing a reply.

Me; Guys its all good. He'd have had a fork through his heart if it wasn't. I'm at a wedding so let's continue this discussion later or never, even better.

Katie; Yeah, yeah rhymes. Okay, bye.

Zayn's phone rang and he went out to take the call, that was the last time I saw him that night, he never came back into the hall.

After the party, everyone went out to watch the couple drive to their new home, well Malik's family house. It was then it dawned on me that my sister would no longer be just a room away from me.

Yeah, I was glad that I wouldn't have to deal with her anymore but deep down I knew I was going to miss her.

She hugged us all and when she hugged me, she said; don't give mom a heart attack. I smiled and said I couldn't promise.

When my mom was done crying her brains out, the couple finally left. I waited for Pokello's brother, Travis to come get her before I slipped into uncle Sam's car again and he rode us home. As soon as I got into my room, I dumped myself on the bed. It had been one hell of a day.