It all started with one question

****SEQUEL TO "IT ALWAYS STARTS WITH ONE DRINK**** ****DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU'VE READ THE FIRST ONE**** He looked at me, "Where do you want to go? We can go anywhere you want, just point and I'll take you there". It had only been a couple days sense Zayn and I got married and now are trying to plan our honeymoon with the little bit of time we had left with each other before he goes on tour with the boys. Honeymoon and then a tour, this was going to be a very busy next couple months.


9. Preview of the next chapter: "Emmett"

No one’s point of view

The night sky seemed to be getting darker all around her. The streets on London were being flooded with rain and the sweater she was wearing was now soaking wet. The streets were empty, and the only thing that was still open was a tiny diner, she walked inside pulling the door open and sitting at a booth. Spreading the jacket out next to her and picking up a menu she looked around the little diner for the first time. There was hardly anyone here either, but that made sense to her seeing that it was nearly 5 in the morning. He sat down on the other side of the booth and grabbed a menu that was in the middle of the table. “It’s been a long time hasn’t it,” he peered over at her with his eyes above the menu. She nodded, not wanting to truly acknowledge that he was sitting across from her. But she looked up and saw those blue eyes that she had tried to ignore.
“How have you been?” his hand crept towards the middle of the table trying to reach for her.  
“I have been amazing until you got here and messed everything up,” she shook her head and looked at the wedding ring on her finger.
“That was supposed to be my ring on that finger,” he said moving his brown hair back away from his face.
“I would have never married someone like you,” she said pulling her hand towards her chest to protect it from his gaze.
Shaking his head he looked down at the seat, “Then why are you sitting here with me now while your husband sleeps peacefully in the bed you share and the house you two built together?”
“You know exactly why I’m sitting here Emmett, don’t act like you don’t remember these past few days”
“Of course I do, I just love to hear you tell it,” Emmett propped himself up with his elbows resting on the table top and staring at her, “even though you think you don’t you knew me better than I knew myself Meredith, I never doubted that.”

A/N: I'm sorry that I keep leaving you guys in cliff hangers, but I'm really excited on how I'm going to deal with this whole conflict that I'm trying to build, so bare with me and leave some feedback if you want to know more about who this Emmett guy is and what he is doing messing with Meredith and Zayn. 

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