I'm fine, We're fine [boyxboy]

Twenty-Five

Louis POV

"I've never been into a place like this before."

I followed behind Liam and Zayn as we all filed into a bridal shop. The entire bottom floor was filled with nothing but women and rows upon rows of dresses. Accessories ranging from veils to hats, sashes and belts, and hair tiara lined the entire wall to the left. There were rooms for changing, small raised circles in front of many mirrors for anyone to model what they wore, but perhaps my most favorite thing I saw as we passed through was the big brass bell on the wall between two mirrors. I knew it was for when someone found their dress.

The top level was more for the men, though it was considerably smaller. There were racks and rows of tuxedos as soon as we topped the stairs. Where the bridal area had multiple changing rooms, this level had around five or so. There were all sorts of colors in every shade of gray, black, and beige I could have imagined. There was even a section where more colorful attire could be tried on. There was one guy in a light blue suit off to the side.

Liam and Zayn walked in with their hands swinging between them. They had set up this appointment online at some point, but had only told Harry, Lottie, Niall, and myself about it the previous evening, but we managed to make it. They even said it was okay for Harry to come along. I didn't question it.

I looked at Harry, whose hand I held tight as we were led into the back where an associate was waiting to help us. He didn't look comfortable, but he wasn't as tense and uptight as he'd been at his parents in the days before. I don't know what Desmond had said to him or what they had talked about when they'd gone for the walk, but the two returned with different expressions. They spoke to one another and the man even hugged Harry when we left. I squeezed his hand now just as I'd done multiple times that day.

"I'm okay," he said when he looked at me.

"Okay." I swung our hands between us like our friends as we were brought to this pretty seating area. There was a four paned mirror in front of us that reflected the two large, rose colored couches that were ours to get comfortable on. There was an end table on each side that held vases filled with wildflowers. Like the women's area, there was a place to model what you chose to try on, though it wasn't as fancy.

"And where are the bride and groom!"

A loud, overzealous voice made every one of us jump. A woman was approaching and I could see the stain of lipstick on her teeth before she reached us. She was tall, about Liam's height, and wore a dress whose neckline came halfway up her neck. I didn't like it and by the look on Lottie's face, she didn't either. But she seemed kind and smelled nice. The woman immediately went straight for Lottie, who looked alarmed when she was tugged by the arm, along with Zayn, out in front of all of us.

"It's you two, aha, I knew it!" The woman kissed both of them on the cheek. "I'm Amanda, I'll be helping you guys today. Oh, but sweetie, the gowns are downstairs. Here, I'll take you. And you," she pointed at Zayn, "sit tight. I'll be right back."

"Uhm, he isn't the one getting married..." I spoke up after looking at Liam, whose eyes were as wide as they were dark.

"I am getting married. To him." Liam broke rank and came to Zayn's side. "We are getting married. Is there an issue with that."

The woman didn't miss a beat and abandoned Lottie. "No issue at all, dear! Wipe that sour look off of your pretty face and lets find you a special suit for the special day!"

If Amanda had an issue with their same sex relationship, she was doing a damned good job of hiding it. But judging from her smile and the eager way she led both of my friends by their hands to the back, I think she was fine with it. She would get paid either way. I leaned onto the couch with Harry. Lottie had come back to the couch and to my surprise had taken a seat right beside Harry.