It's for the 50th time that he rolls onto his side and throwing another glance to the clock, only to let out a frustrated groan. It's 3.45, even though it more feels like closer to 7. In reality he's only laid there for close to 2 and a half hour at this point. Unlike the other guys, he hadn't been able to go straight to sleep, his mind a thousand miles away, his stomach twisting and turning, refusing to take a rest. Bonzo's snores that he can hear sounding through the hallway isn't much a sweet lullaby either.

Looking around the living room that's lit up by the streetlights light seeping through the small gaps in the curtain, he can just make out the two other figures spending the night there, besides himself. He and Bonzo had just sat down earlier that evening, Zed about to order them takeaway, and Bonzo zapping through the movie channel when a knock, and then another, echoed through the hallway. Bonzo didn't have a doorbell, for some odd, but highly amusing reason, doorbells just freaked out his fellow zombie friend. It was so bad that whenever Bonzo would come visit, Zed would have to deactivate his and Addison's one, and put out a note for anyone that might arrive, to knock instead. One time he had forgotten to do it, and despite Eliza knowing of Bonzo's fear, just had to try and press it anyway, only for poor Bonzo to shoot up from his seat, his plate of spaghetti to go flying, hitting Zed square in the face, the splatter of sauce going all over the walls and furniture. Luckily for Addison, she had decided she needed a visit to the toilet, maybe about three minutes before the incident. Her and Eliza had burst out laughing at the sight of the two males, but had quickly quiet down when they realised a good scrub was coming soon, and for Eliza, most likely a revenge in the near future as well.

Anyway, Zed had gone out to answer when Bonzo didn't seem to have heard it, instead only continuing to switch through the movie selections, having recently gone into the horror section. When Zed pulled the door open, he really tried to compose himself but he was sure he utterly failed at doing so, his eyes going wide and his jaw literally hitting the floor in shock at the visitors. "Are you going to let us in?" Bucky asked, raising his eyebrow and readjusting the sleeping bag under his left arm, the right one holding a duffle bag. From the high tower of hair behind him, Zed could only imagine it to be Tracy, he was right when Tracy's grinning face popped up next to Bucky. Not finding any words, Zed simply just moved aside and let the two humans in. What is happening?

Turned out it was all Bonzo, who had invited the other two, since all the girls was going to Addison's and it was technically Zed's bachelor party, and two people just wasn't cutting it. Sure Zed and Bonzo had other friends, both of zombies and humans now, but Zed had just wanted something quiet and private, not feeling like having a massive party the night before the wedding, where there was already more people than Zed could count, attending. Bucky and the Acey's had really come around after the cheer contest, even going as far as calling them for friends, and no longer, well not 100% anyway, fearing they'd get eaten.

"I need to get out of here." He thought to himself, pushing the covers of off his body, concluding that sleep is not a possibility for him. Sitting up and grabbing his shirt. If he can't sleep, he might as well go for a walk, perhaps the cool night air will help. Once he's dressed, he grabs the spare key Bonzo has given him, throwing his jacket on, and tiptoes past the large blow-up mattress Bucky had brought. Slipping out the front door unnoticed, he jogged down the stairs before finally pushing up the last door to the outside.

The night is hot,

Got a full moon rising,

and you know this is the time where I get a little bit lonely,

and I can't fight it, I can't hide it.

Don't know where you are,

but I want you just like lightning,

shooting straight out of the sky.

Come and strike me with your light igniting,

yeah, igniting.

Flashback

"Did you see that girl? I swear Eliza, she looked straight at me and she didn't look away when our eyes met, she didn't even look disgusted by me!" Zed grinned, the imagine of the girl glued to his mind, from her long blonde locks to the most piercing blue eyes he ever had seen. He's never really been much for looking at girls, not the kind of guy who just wanted a girl for a casual fling before moving onto the next, no, when he would look at a girl, it'd be because it was the THE girl. This girl, sure made it hard for him to forget about her. "You mean that human girl? You're kidding me right Zed?" Eliza asked, a horrified look on her face. Eliza hated humans, from how they looked to how they behaved. Sure she was all for zombies getting treated the same as any other human did, but when they were told they'd be attending human high school after the summer, he swore he had seen her scowl.

"I think she's different than the rest. I don't know why, I've just got this feeling about her Eliza. There's just something about her." He declares, nodding his head in agreement to his own words as they walked to class. Something in his gut is telling him he doesn't want to just brush her off as another female. Eliza stopped short, grabbing him by his elbow, forcing him to a stop. Bonzo stopped too, not having said anything but very much paying attention to what his friends was arguing about, not quite made up his mind on who's side he thinks is the safer bet to take.

"You don't even know her Zed, you haven't spoken to her, probably never will, and you don't even know her name! she looks just like any other human, and in fact, she looks like the kind that wants to be a cheerleader. Cheerleaders are monsters Zed." She warned, pointing a finger in his face.

"Yet." Is all Zed replies, grinning madly at her before slipping away from her glares. He's going to prove her wrong. And he's going to find out that girl's name one way or another, he promises that to himself.

End of flashback

He's let out a deep sigh when a soft breeze blows past him, the cool air playing with his green hair, already calming him down. He doesn't know where he's going or for how long, he might only take a stroll around the block, or he might take a stroll around the entire of Seabrook, he doesn't know, he's just walking. With each step he takes he likes to imagine it's a minute every time, and the more he takes, the faster the time will fly. Letting his determination win out and pursuing Addison turned out to be the best thing he ever done, look at them now, about to get married later today.

Gotta get to me, gotta get to me.

You gotta spread your wings and start flying,

like a drop of rain, gotta find the way.

Don't hit the brakes, just come and crash through my horizon.

Bring back the air, I need to breathe, baby.

You gotta get to me.

He can't imagine his life today if he hadn't met Addison. Her coming into his life, and changed everything, turned it upside down, not that he minded that one bit. Not that Zed had a terrible life before her, but having her, had only made it perfect. First of all, he had her, and second of all, he and all of the other zombies in zombie-town had since then gotten it a lot nicer. They were accepted and welcomed, sure you had the few odd humans out that continued to carry a grudge against them, but the majority had opened up completely to them. Having grown up in zombie-town, it was a bit up now residing on the 'Seabrook' side, even though nowadays, there wasn't much of a difference, the barrier was gone, and so was most of the hate and you could be whoever you wanted to be, and live wherever you wanted to.

He had fight himself to not walk home, to see her, because even if Addison would let him in, Eliza, Bree, Zoey, Tracy and Lacy would all just kick him straight out. He tried to be sneaky and thinking about climbing up to their balcony, hoping he could get alone and go unnoticed, but Bree these days was like a hawk, nothing slipped past her. He would just have to wait until the very moment where Addison would meet him at the aisle. Wait until the moment he got to say I Do. A spark of happiness from the thought of Addison being his few in just a few hours time shot through him, and he couldn't help the silly smile that spread across his lips. Mrs. Addison Necrodoplis had a sweet ring to it, he thought to himself as he repeated it over and over in his mind. It could have been a dream, or a nightmare if he woke up and not having Addison, but the universe had decided to be nice to him, he didn't know why but he didn't want to question it. As cheesy as it sounded, Zed who usually wasn't a believer of God, wanted to believe that there was someone who had shown pity on him, and decided to grace him with one of his angels. To Zed, Addison was just that. An angel sent from above, and a simply touch of her hand had made him come to life. Not that he would ever tell that to anyone, they would all take the mickey out of him.

Instead he walked down to the beach, taking his sweet time getting there, enjoying the breeze that came from there. Deciding the next best thing to calm him down other than seeing Addison and getting to hold her tight, breathing in her sweet scent, would be to find somewhere to sit by the beach, taking his shoes off and bury them in the still warm sand from the sun's glow earlier. His eyes cast out at the sea, his mind continuing to run free.

The bottle is empty,

and I'm dancing in the shadow of a memory.

Yeah, call me crazy,

but I've got this schoolgirl's dream,

you're gonna show up and kiss me.

Pull me in, hold me tight, love me and carry me away,

like there's no more tomorrows or yesterdays.

He wondered if Addison found it hard to sleep too, if she had a swarm of butterflies residing in her stomach as well, if she missed him just as much as he missed her. This was the longest time they had spent apart since moving in together, haven gotten used to seeing her everyday in the morning before work, and seeing her when he got home. Preparing, cooking and enjoying dinner together, sharing their days with each other, talking about everything and nothing as they munched. Getting to snuggle up with her on the couch, watching whatever they found entertaining on the tv, before together, heading to bed. He throughly enjoyed when they just cuddled up together, their limps a tangled mess underneath the covers in their attempt to get as close to one another as possible. Her head laying on his chest, his nose buried in her hair, the sweet smell of her shampoo filling up his nostrils with each breath he took. Warm and comfortable, safe and loved they'd fall asleep like that in each other arms.

But he also very much enjoyed the other nights...

Flashback

"It's your turn to wash the dishes, it's my turn to dry them." Addison said as she picked up a tea towel, ignoring the look he shot her at her words.

"What are you on about? I washed yesterday!" He defended, crossing his arms over his chest, refusing the washing brush Addison had picked up with her other hand and attempting to hand him. She frowned at him, putting her hands on her hips and he had to bite his lip to stop from laughing. She looked like a washing lady, holding all the equipment required for doing so by herself. They always shared their house chores together, making it quicker, easier and fair to everyone, and then they had days like this where someone tried to get around their job. Addison hated washing the dishes, she hated touching the dirty water, moaning about the tap running too hot and her wrist hurting so she could scrub it well enough. To Zed, it was all just a show, and even though 9 out 10 times he would give in, as he always did, but not before teasing her first.

"Come on Zed, I so did the washing yesterday!" She whined, pushing her bottom lip out in a pout, a look she was fully aware that her boyfriend had a hard time resisting. And Zed was fully aware that she only used it to get her way. Zed chuckled, he was about to give in when an idea popped up in his mind. His smile was replaced with a smug, a familiar look passing in his eyes that Addison knew too well, she gulped and stepped a step back from the zombie, only for him to take to strikes and close the gap between them, grabbing her by her waist, his mouth close to her.

"I'll tell you what Addy, I will do the dishes, if you give me what I want." He whispered, his voice thick, his breath on her ear sending a shiver down her spine. Even though he hadn't done anything to her, yet, Addison let a low moan, just the way he spoke was enough to arouse her. She swallowed thickly, lifting a hand up to place it on his chest, using it to push him back slightly, not enough so they weren't touching anymore, but enough for her to be able to look up at him. He grinned wider when when he recognised the look in her eye, the same one that she was seeing in his. Lust.

"And what do you want?" She flirted, already knowing the answer but wanting him to say it. Removing the tea towel and washing brush from her hands, he moved his down further down to the back of her thighs, and without giving any warning, lifted her up in his arms. She squeaked in surprise but was by now so used to Zed doing this, that she instantly wrapped her legs around his middle, her arms moving up to play with his hair. "You."

One thing the couple very much loved about living alone was that they no longer had to confine to the bedroom alone. Anywhere would do now, it was theirs and they could do whatever they pleased, whenever and however. Moving them away from the kitchen counter, Zed dropped her lightly on the kitchen table, her legs hanging over the edge, Zed wedged in-between them. Addison let her hands wander lower, running down his hard chest, that ever since having started football, had only gotten more defined, more build. She loved Zed no matter how he looked, but she couldn't deny that it didn't suit him this way just as much. A deep growl erupted from Zed's throat when her hands brushed over the hard bulged that his trousers concealed. She gave him a wicked grin, teasingly pulling the zip down painfully slow, too much for him to bear, he gripped her wrist in his hand. "Are we playing it that way?" he asked, moving her hand away, his set upon undoing his trousers himself, letting them fall to a bundle at the bottom of his feet.

Gotta get to me, gotta get to me.

You gotta spread your wings, and start flying.

Like a drop of rain, gotta find the way.

Don't hit the brakes, just come crashing into my horizon.

Bring back the air, I need to breathe, baby.

You gotta get to me.

Addison's mouth ran dry as she watched Zed undress himself slowly, leaving little to her imagination. She had seen him many times now, felt him many times and yet every time they were together, it felt like the first time all over, minus the pain. He could be just as much as a tease as she could be, and it was only a matter of time before one of them would give in, no longer able to bear the wait. It wasn't going to be her though. Nope, not this time.

It was her.

"Take me then." She whispered, a small plea in her voice, something he would never say no to. Stepping out of his trousers, and kicking them aside, he let Addison help him in riding him of his shirt before he set to work on her dress. Addison looked amazing in just about anything, she could wear his hoodies that was massive on her, and a pair of pyjama bottoms, her hair up in a messy bun and she'd still look sexy to him. But he loved it when she wore dresses, because all he had to do, was pull it over her head and then there she was, in all her glory. Licking his lips he ran his hand over the black lace bra that she wore underneath, they looked amazing on her, but they would never get to be on too long before he would remove them. They had served their purpose. It only took him a matter of seconds before he had rid her of anything, his eyes feasting on her naked body. "You're mine." He growled, leaning forward and biting at her neck, Addison grabbed his hair sharply, pulling it as she moaned. "Yes, always." She promised, pushing him away from her neck, sure she would be able to see a mark there tomorrow. "And you're mine." She said, her hands moving to the rim of his boxers, pushing them down, wrapping her legs around him again, pulling him closer, leaning backwards on her elbows, giving him plenty of room. Inviting him in.

He was about to push through, to join them together, when something started to vibrate, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't ignore it. It kept going, shaking him, buzzing.

End of flashback

The vibrating snapped him out of his delicious memory, opening his eyes he looked down at the new annoying object; his phone. Seeing Bucky's name flash over his screen, he was about to answer and tell him to leave him be, he didn't want to be rude but he was very much enjoying his memory, shuffling slightly, maybe enjoying it a bit too much, but stopped when he saw the time. Shit. He had been out for way longer than what he felt like, having left at 4, the time now reading 6.50, and Bucky was probably calling to find out where he was, most likely worried he was going to bail on his little cousin. Zed would never bail on Addison.

He was right, the second he hit accept, he could already hear Bucky yelling, not bothering to hear it, Zed simply told the human that he would be back in ten minutes. Really it would only take him five, but he wanted to take just a little bit longer before coming back and getting met by Bucky's wrath. He would explain everything to him once back, right now he just wanted to enjoy the quietness before it all kicked off.

He couldn't wait to marry Addison, he had been waiting for this day, probably since he first laid eyes on her, but knowing Bree and Bucky, the Acey's and mainly been in charge of planning the wedding with them, it was going to be one heck of a long day before the two of them could set of on their honeymoon.

He grinned at that, him and Addison, away for three weeks, somewhere new and exciting, all alone. Oh yes, the honeymoon was the best part apart from getting to call Addison his wife.

His wife.

You gotta get to me, gotta get to me.

Gotta spread your wings, and start to fly.

Like a drop of rain, gotta find the way.

Don't hit the brakes, just come crashing into my horizon.

Bring back the air, I need to breathe, baby.

Gotta get to me, gotta get to me.

Gotta get to me.

Get to me.

This chapter turned out a lot longer than I thought it would, but I hope you'll enjoy it! Next chapter will be the wedding! Hang tight!

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