Married to Styles (Sequel to Working for Styles)

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Niall

Harry and I were sitting on the couch looking at wedding magazines. With the recent news of me being fired a couple days ago, Harry and I got to starting on planning the wedding. In a way, maybe getting fired was a good thing. I'd get to be with Harry still since I wasn't his co-worker anymore.

Harry was flipping through a magazine as Molly sat in my lap. I'd watch as Harry would circle things he'd want in the wedding and he'd write down other things as well. Some of the things he wrote down were absolutely ridiculous. When I saw him write down "petting zoo", I took the paper from him.

"No!" Molly jumped out of my lap and ran off, "Absolutely no petting zoo."

"But think of the cute little--"

"Harry, no."

"Harry, yes."

He was smiling and I just shook his head.

"No, Harry. This isn't a five-year olds birthday party. It's our wedding."

Harry pouted then took the paper back from me and crossed off "petting zoo".

"A magician?"

Harry looked at me and I gave him a look that told him "hell no."

"You're the greatest magician I know." I smirked.

"How so?"

"You got me to fall in love with you."

"Okay...no magician. Well what about a fire eater?"

I raised an eyebrow. A fire eater?

"Harry, you're absolutely crazy," I laughed.

"Hey, I want this to be a wedding that no one will ever forget. We are gonna get a fire eater. Oh! And a sword swallower!"

"Now you're just nuts."

He just smiled widely at me and I couldn't help but smile back. I couldn't believe how much I loved this man.

When I heard a noise from the kitchen, I got up and saw that Molly was in the sink.

"Molly...what are you doing in the sink?" I asked as I headed into the kitchen.

"She's not going to answer--" but he was cut off by Molly meowing.

"You were saying?"

I chuckled then took Molly out of the sink.

"What were you doing in there?"

I scratched under her jaw then looked in the sink; it was empty.

"There's nothing in there for you," I said as I put her down.

She looked up at me and meowed.

"What?"

"Niall, stop talking to the cat."

"Says the one who was talking to her when she was imaginary."

I smirked and I heard him huff.

"You're gonna hold that against me forever, aren't you?"

"Yup!"

Molly meowed again and began to rub herself against my legs before she walked over to the lower cupboard that had her cat food in it. She nudged it with her nose then let out a long meow.

"Okay, okay, Molly. I'm getting you food."

I heard Harry chuckle.

"What's so funny, Styles?"