Our Life And One Direction.

Preparations for the Wedding

Harry's P.O.V

Life is sweet. I have the love of life back and my daughter. Life could not get any better unless we got married, and I don't think I'll be poping the question with Niamh and Niall's wedding coming up. They are getting married in two days. I've never seen Niall as happy as he is with Niamh, they belong together, like hopefully me and my Makenna do. But I think I was happier when Makenna and Darcy came back. I just lay in bed for weeks and drank until I passed out. Liam seemed satisfied that Makenna had left me, he says he doesn't love her anymore but I know he does, it's hard to stop loving Makenna I know this from first hand experience. When Makenna came back I was just so....... overjoyed, I wanted to propose to her right then so she'd never leave me again. I was angry at Louis for not telling me he had gone to get her, turns out they'd been in contact since she left but Louis promised her he wouldn't tell anyone and he didn't. I don't feel threatened by Louis, I know now that Makenna loves me and that Louis loves Eleanor, they'd never do that to hurt me or Eleanor.  I can't wait for the wedding, Niall and Niamh will be happy, I'll get to see the woman I love in a beautiful dress and I get to dance with her all night. Makenna is excited for them, Niamh glows everytime someone mentions the fact that in two days time she'll be Niamh Horan. Niall is happy about it too. I wonder what it'll be like for them?

Niall's P.O.V

"Good Morning, Niamh." I  said, kissing her forehead. This would be the last time I'd be awakening Niamh, as Niamh Fitzgerald. She wouldn't be sleeping next to me when we got to mullingar, as I'd be staying at Mammy's, and she'd be staying at the bar. We were leaving this morning.

Her smile glowed, and her face was still the whitest of white, like breakable porclein. "Good Morning, Niall." She whispered, kissing me softly. I patted down her hair, and she laughed. "Oh Niall." She sighed. 

Our honeymoon was not going to be alone, as you could guess. Of course everyone was coming on the honeymoon with us. I've got one Niamh who just can't say no. I don't mind though. Harry's insisted on getting the biggest villa. But it's gorgeous, and we don't mind. "Are you excited about going back home?" I asked her. She laughed, and I furrowed my brow.

"This is home now. With you." She told me, getting out of bed. Her blonde waves poured down her back, as she shivered. "I never thought I'd end up marrying my best friend." She giggled, and slipped her feet into her slippers.

"I didn't think, I just knew." I whispered, and she turned her head coyly. "You looove me." She teased, and gave me a challenging look. "I'm glad you've worked that out, kid." I laughed, getting out of bed.

I placed my lip in a curved shape, and she raised an eyebrow. "Am I marrying someone with better sarcasm skills than me?" She said, and narrowing her eye comically.

"I'm afraid you are." I smoothly replied, and she began to laugh. We went to the kitchen, and the doorbell went. "They don't give us one bloody moment alone." I remarked, as Niamh opened the door. "Shit." She said, running to the room. "What's wrong?" I asked her, and looked to see who it was. It was Makenna, and we had slept in. Our flight was in half an hour. 

 Makenna's P.O.V

I waited in the car with Harry and Darcy as Niamh and Niall got ready. Niamh's dress had been sent to Mullingar already so none of the boys would see it. They ran out and climbed into the car quickly and we drove to the airport. We boarded the plane and I sat with Darcy on my knee and Harry beside me, holding his hand and strocking Darcy's golden curls. She was tired and insisted on sitting on Harry's lap. She cuddled into his chest like I usually did and I wrapped a blanket around her. Harry started to sing to her and she soon fell asleep.