Chapter 11 - party time

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It's later that afternoon and most of Jay's guests arrive at their house. Many of Louis' aunts and many cousins came extra early, just to go and see him since it's been way too long since they have seen each other and bla bla bla. So he ends up presenting Harry to them and listening to them talking about how gorgeous and handsome his boyfriend is and how happy and relieved they are he found someone – finally. Louis just nods along and replies as short as possible to all oft he questions. Loads of questions. He's really exhausted when they release him after what feels like a lifetime. Why have his relatives have to be such nosy people? He huffs and stomps up the stairs to go to his and Harry's room.

For him it wasn't as bad as for Louis. Yes, his aunts were stressing him but he's in a way used to it.

It's a relief when the girls are finally ready and they leave the house. Louis and Harry only needed 20 minutes to get ready fort he party – actually record time for Harry due to his curls but this time he had showered for some reason. The two men both wear black skinnies. Harry together with a button up with floral pattern and Louis a simple blue t-shirt and of course his holy Vans. The four of them – the twins stay at home because they're too young – take Harry's Porsche with the drinks and snacks in the trunk. At the allotment garden there's a small hut for where they bunker their food and beer, softdrinks and stuff. It looks pretty. The girls decorated everything with garlands, candles and fairy lights.

''You've done a good job, girls'', Harry praises them and they smile from one ear to the other. Only a few moments later the first guest walks in. It's Niall, but being honest who else.

''Hi everyone!'', he greets happily. ''Nialler!'', Louis' sisters call and hug him. Louis and Harry do the same and Harry hugs Niall extra long and tight.

Not long after Niall the others show up. At total they're 17 people. Some of them Louis', Lottie's and Fizzy's cousins who live in Doncaster, then friends of their cousins or their girlfriends or boyfriends. There are also the best friends of his sisters and children of the women who are at Jay's bridal shower. Louis knows most of the guests, some of them being his old classmates. Lottie also invited Perrie and her band Little Mix. Louis and Harry haven't met the girls yet, so they greet each other.

''This is Jade, Leigh-Anne but you can call her Leigh and Jesy'', Perrie says and points to her best friends. ''Hi, I'm Louis and this is Harry.''

''It's nice to meet you. I'm looking forward to your permormancenat the wedding'', Harry adds smiling friendly. The six of them chat a bit before all oft he guests and they themselves got a drink.

And then, the evening begins. The mood is bright. It definitely was the best decision to celebrate on their own. They have so much fun and laugh so much they haven't laughed in the last month. Everybody enjoys having a good time after the stress due to he wedding in two days. Lottie also brought her karaoke machine. So they start a karaoke-contest which ends clearly with Perrie and her band winning. But they just can sing. For Louis it's crazy how good the four girls are and thanks his sister for suggesting them for the wedding.

But he is proud of himself for making the second place together with Harry. The two sang one of their favourite songs – Don't Stop Me Now by Queen – which Louis and Harry sang on their car rides, too.

''You're really good. Ever considered to get a singer?'', Perrie asks them afterwards, half kidding. Jade, Leigh-Anne and Jesy nod and agree with her. ''Thank you but no. I'm studying and not willing to quit everything for a career I'm not good enough in my opinion'', Louis babbles back, alcohol clearly present. Perrie laughs loudly. ''If you think so. It's your decision.''

''Our Lou is quite humble sometimes, believe me'', Harry says and smirks. ''He only sings while showering.'' The girls are laughing so hard now that it's getting hard to breathe for them.

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