Always Us || l.h

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Nope.

Those aren't right. I

Too chocolate-y.

Too pink.

Luke glanced over at me, trying another cake, making a face. I let out a sigh, sinking into a chair. Luke came over, rubbing my shoulders.

"Anything?" Cynthia asks, looking over at us. "The pink one tastes amazing, but does it have to be pink?" I ask. We'd been here for almost two hours and I was getting frustrated.

"No definitely not! That's just how they decorated it and they can do it whatever color you'd like!" She smiles, nodding. "Then that one for the third cake?" I ask, looking up at Luke to see him nodding.

"Wonderful! Now, the last thing we need to discuss is your honeymoon!" I held back a groan, Luke rubbing just a little harder. "Do you know where you want to go?" I shake my head, Luke sitting next to me, grabbing my hand.

"I'll let you think on it and I'll meet you here in a week?" She asks, pulling out her phone. "Um," I start, pulling out my phone as well. "I'm going to be in London, unless, Luke, do you just want to meet her?" I ask, turning to Luke. "Yeah, I'm free." He nods. "Wonderful! How does ten sound?" "I will see you then." He nods.

We stand up and leave, getting in Luke's Range Rover. I let out something between a shriek and a groan after the doors were shut, Luke letting out a chuckle. "I can't do this Luke, we've literally just spent two hours in there discussing cake and meals. That's not normal!"

He took my face in his hands, making me face him. "Breathe, Dylan." I took a deep breath, staring at him. "We can get through this." He tells me. "Really?" I squeak, my voice strained. "Really. You're going to London for a much needed spa weekend getaway with the girls, and you will be fine." He tells me. "Okay." I nod, taking another deep breath.

He drives us back to our place, everyone there. "We thought you'd gone and eloped or something!" Ashton says when we walk inside. I turn to Luke with a hopeful look. "Can we?" I beg. "No, we are having a real wedding." He says, pulling me in for a hug and kissing my forehead. I sigh, nodding.

"Stressed?" Calum asks, playing Michael in Fifa. "You have no idea." I mumble. I wrap my arms around Luke when he tries to back up, feeling his body shaking with a laugh. "I gotta go, Dylan." He says, kissing the top of my head. "Where?" I mumble. "It's a surprise." He says. I nod, letting go. "Love you." I tell him, going to the living room. "Love you too!" Choruses from everyone, Michael and Calum giving me grins. "I hate you all." I mutter, collapsing into a chair.

"What's up?" Ashton asks, sitting in the chair next to me. "Wedding stress, life stress, music stress, literally what more can I stress about?" I ask, rubbing my temples. "What's stressing you about the wedding?" "What isn't? I still don't have a dress, we spent two hours on food and cake, Luke has to do honeymoon planning alone, I love him but I do not trust him alone with that!" "I'll see if I can go with him. And food is figured out so no more need to stress over that and I know you have a dress fitting later this month so hopefully you can find your dress then!" I give Ashton a small smile, letting out a sigh. "You're nicer than my inner conscious. Can I put you in my brain instead?" Ashton laughs, shaking his head. "Nope. But I am always here to talk."

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I wipe down the counter, the boys gone, Luke still not home. I glance at the clock on the microwave, letting out a sigh as I see it's after ten. I was hoping for a movie night with Luke, but that's not quite the case anymore I guess. I go into my bathroom, filling the bathtub with water and putting a bath bomb into it. I put on some relaxing music, getting in the tub and taking a deep breath.