Things Are Strange, I Like It Like That.

Chapter Thirty-Three

PLOT TWIST! Wait, DOUB-TRIPLE PLOT TWIST!

Just wait for it. You're gonna be all: AH HA WHO HOW WHAT!!!! ASDFGHJKL; K, have fun reading this now that that's gonna be what you're looking for. ;) (no, it's not going to be "LARRY IS REAL. SORRY KAY I'M IN LOVE WITH HARRY. GO BE WITH AUSTIN AND MOVE TO AMERICA AND HAVE YOUR BABY BYE." I just saved you all from death.)

.......

For a long time, I just stare at him.

My mind is racing with forms of: HOLYSHITDEATHWHATTHEHELL? 

WHATISHAPPENING?

"Kay?" Louis asks.

I jump. "Y-Yes," I force out.

He grins and slides the silver ring with the sparkling diamond onto my finger.

I pull him into a hug.

"I love you," I whisper.

He hugs me back tightly.

"I love you, too," he replies.

***1 Week later***

"Mum!" I say for the millionth time.

"What? Kay! This is a big deal! Oh, you're going to look so beautiful! How should you do your hair? Up-do? Yes! Perfect! I think-"

"MUM! I'm not getting married next week for God's sake!" I flop down on the couch.

"Have you chosen who will be your made of honor? How about bridesmaids? Or how about Louis?"

"Oh, my God! Stop!" I put my hands over my face.

"Okay, okay, sorry. But I'm just excited for you," she says softly and sits down next to me.

I smile. "It's okay."

"Kaaaaaay!" Someone screams.

I grin and get up.

"Looooootttttiiiee!" I scream back.

"Ew," says Niall.

I shoot him a glare and then smile at Lottie.

"Ew, you!" Lottie giggles and hugs me.

"Oh, my God! I'm so excited!" I shriek.

My mother scoffs and walks into the kitchen with Niall.

"She makes no sense. She doesn't want to talk about it with me, but Lottie gets here and it's, ohh my God! Agh!" She says.

"It's a girl thing," Niall replies.

I giggle.

"When are we going wedding dress shopping? What are the colors gonna be? LOUIS! Get down here!" Lottie yells.

"Oh, hey, Lottie's here," Louis says sarcastically and walks downstairs.

"Love you too, brother dear." Lottie smiles.

"She wants to know what colors," I say.

"We thought red and white and black. Right?"

I nod.

She grins and claps.

"What about the bridesmaid dresses? Are they going to be red? Or black? Or red and black?"

"Whatever looks the prettiest on you girls!" I smile.

"Red! Please!" She smiles back.

"Who's going to be the bridesmaids?" Louis asks.