Max woke up the next morning, his head throbbing, he couldn't remember how he'd got home.

"Morning!" Zoe chirped.

"Ugh, what time is it?" Max asked.

"It's 8.30." Zoe replied.

"What are you so happy about?" Max asked.

"Just feeling better that's all and in six days I get to marry you." Zoe smiled.

"That's great Zo but I'm not gonna lie to you, I don't think I'm going to survive this hangover." Max moaned.

"I have no sympathy." Zoe told him.

"It'd be different if it was you!" Max stated.

"Hmm, maybe. Did your stalker leave you alone?" Zoe asked.

"Do you know, I didn't see her for the rest of the evening after you spoke to her. I must admit, it was strange seeing you jealous." Max said.

"I was not jealous!" Zoe protested.

"Just marking your territory?!"

"Something like that." Zoe said.

"Come on you, time to get up!"

"But it's our day off!" Max whinged.

"Max, we are getting married in a matter of days and I need everything sorting, you chose to drink that much so you have to deal with it!"

"I did not choose, they made me!" Max said.

"You make your own decisions Max." Zoe argued.

"Yes, that's true, you see I make good choices,like choosing to pursue you until you gave in, the choice to drink so much and be left hanging the next day, not a good choice, therefore not one of mine!" He tried to convince Zoe who was having none of it.

"Up! Now!" She told him.

"What's the rush? Where are we going?" Max asked.

Zoe said nothing and left the room.

Max dragged himself out of bed and showered whilst Zoe made him coffee.

"You are a goddess Zoe Hanna." Max

told her as her took the coffee from her.

"Well, this is true. Are you ready?" Zoe asked.

"You still haven't told me where we are going." Max groaned.

"You'll see." Zoe teased.

They drove into town and parked up, Max moaned as he saw the bustling streets in front of him, this had better be good he'd thought.

"Seriously Zo, on a Sunday?!" He'd asked.

"Yep, come on move it." Zoe took his hand.

He grabbed her back. "Look Zo, I'm clearly not very well, I don't think I can handle all these people today."

Zoe smiled, she couldn't help feel bad for him but it was self inflicted.

"What if I said we need to go clothes shopping?" Zoe asked.

"Then I'd think you actually were trying to torture me." Max said seriously.

"Ok, what if I said we needed to go clothes shopping and then lunch?" She asked, she knew the thought of food may bring him round slightly.

"Mmm, I could be tempted. Why do we need clothes? You have more than enough for the both of us." Max teased.

"Well... What if we need new clothes for our honeymoon?" Zoe looked at him.

"Then I'd say you're being even more ridiculous as we aren't having a honeymoon!" Max replied.

"Seriously, Max, do you think I'd want to get married and not have a honeymoon?" Zoe smiled.

"But we said we wouldn't." Max argued.

"I know but I spoke to mum and dad and they were insistent, we haven't spent that much on the wedding so they wanted to make sure we are doing it properly." Zoe explained.

Max didn't know what to say, he couldn't believe it, time away with his new wife, "sign me up then!" He laughed. "Are we going anywhere nice?"

"Someone once told me they wanted to live in Spain, I thought we could see what all the fuss was about! Barcelona, Valencia, Seville, Puerta Banus?" Zoe told him.

Max couldn't help but laugh, "I assume the last one is for you? Bit of the glamour lifestyle?!"

"Of course." Zoe smiled at him.

"That sounds amazing, thank you." Max told her.

"Done you proud have I?" Zoe asked.

"You always do me proud Zoe, no matter what it is." He told her.