One Journey, the Final

Chapter 11:

The day my mom had to fly back home was a hard one for me. With Lyla officially becoming a model for Vera, she was constantly busy with photoshoots and other things. So, all I had left was my mother. I still think she's worried about me marrying Harry. We had been able to do a Skype call, so I introduced my mother to him. He was very polite, and she was very...cordial. They didn't talk much. But I nearly kissed my computer screen when I saw his face. But I restrained myself.     

       "Well, I'll see you and dad in a couple of months," I said, hugging her tightly. It had been arranged. They would come a week before the wedding. And until then, I would drown myself in wedding plans.

      "Of course sweetheart. I love you," she said happily.

     "I love you too. Be safe," I whispered. I kissed her on the cheek, and she quickly left for her plane. Saying goodbye is always hard. And I've had to do it twice all in a matter of months.

          I’d been able to keep my cool for about four weeks now. I refrained myself from bursting out crying because I hadn’t seen him in so long. One day I had just come back from a floral shop, picking out the flowers for the wedding. I’m not going to lie. Wedding planning is really hard, stressful, and completely time consuming. And it’s all the more hard doing it alone. I envy all the girls who are fortunate enough to have their mother, sister, or even fiancé to help them plan their weddings. I have no one. My mother is now almost halfway across the country, and I’m an only child. Harry’s busy on tour, and it’s been getting pretty lonely walking into bridal salons by myself as I see large groups of family and friends enter, memorizing every detail of the event in a wedding. But I couldn’t complain. I had chosen three lovely bridesmaids to accompany me down the aisle. I had chosen Louis’ girlfriend and close acquaintance Eleanor, Lyla, and Harry’s sister Gemma. The problem is, Eleanor is currently in England, Lyla's constantly getting fittings, and Gemma doesn’t even know about the wedding yet. I’ve listened to their excuses, and the rest of them agreed to be there for the wedding, but couldn’t really do anything else. It was a bit sad, but I didn’t let it get to me. This way, there would be no contention in decision making, and I could draw fast conclusions. Today was one of those days where I just needed a break. I had looked at far too many pictures and models of bouquets and centerpieces. I had finally decided on a combination of white peonies and Tiffany Blue roses. In all my days of fantasizing about my wedding, I never thought it would be this hectic. I’m trying to enjoy this, but I’m sick of all these sappy wedding people shoving bites of cake, smells of flowers, and fifty shades of platinum all in my face. So when I was able to escape from the flower shop and hide in the safety in my car, I took a minute to turn on the radio, and just sit. It had been a while since I’d been able to just enjoy some time to relax. My favorite station played through the speakers, but I’d never expect to hear a One Direction song on it. Sweetly flowing was a song that they had recently released. I couldn’t hold back my emotions when Harry’s voice played. I must’ve looked ridiculous, bawling in my own car. But I couldn’t help it. It had been nearly three weeks since I had been able to call or Skype him, let alone receive a text from him. I cradled myself, knees to my chest as I listened to Harry’s voice. I wanted to be near him so badly. The worst part was when the last line was sung, and it was all over. Like the radio had played a trick on me, and now I was alone, and it was all over. I wiped the tears away, and quickly drove to my next destination: bridesmaid dresses. Luckily, Harry knew his sister’s size, so it wouldn’t require me to call her and tell her about the whole wedding. Eleanor and Lyla had already told me their sizes, and told me to pick whatever dress I liked best. This should be easy. 

      I walked into the salon, instantly overwhelmed by the scent of perfume. I choked, but was able to relax after a few seconds. Quietly I skimmed over a rack of dresses, landing my eyes on a short lacey little number. I instantly loved it and new it would fit perfectly. Sweetheart neckline completely covered in beading, and right below the bust a sash  that came to a bow, followed by a white embroidered on lace design. I smiled devilishly. This was the one. I quickly purchased three of them. Two of them had a Tiffany Blue colored sash, the other platinum. Lyla, my maid of honor would wear the platinum. I texted Lyla a picture of the dress. She seemed to like it. Or she was just a really good liar. I didn't mind though. All that mattered to me was that the more I got done with the wedding planning, the closer it would come.