The Story of Us

Daam, Dam, Da-Dam

 TISSUES NEEDED.

                           SixYearsLater…

Seven years. It’s been seven years since we’ve met. Seven years, I’ve known him. It’s been six and a half years since we’ve been engaged. About that same amount of time since our fight. Six years since we’ve spent two weeks stranded on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere. Five and a half years since I’ve spent months without him while he was touring.

Seven years of us.

And all in all, it wasn’t even close to easy. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

His career faded a few years after their third album was released. Other people owned the charts. Another One Direction, another Justin Bieber, another Taylor Swift. Another ‘What Makes You Beautiful’, another ‘Call Me Maybe’, and quite frankly, another ‘Gangam Style’.  Instead of having rehearsals, the boys would just join up somewhere, talk and drink. Every now and then I’d join them, but that was the time for them.

Today, though, was the day when he’ll truly become mine and we can show it to the world.

-Sara!- Lucy, I guess, drew the covers away from me. Someone else, I think it’s my mother, helped her.

-Let. Me. Sleep.- I murmured, sticking the pillow deeper into my face.

-The bride doesn’t deserve to sleep, - Lucy continued, -I don’t care if you didn’t get enough beauty sleep last night. –

-Maybe we should call Paul to carry her out of bed? - Mom guessed.

-I’m up!- as tired as I was, I couldn’t bear to be carried by Paul again. The last time he did, my body hurt for a week.  He really was good at his job.

I dragged myself to the bathroom, sitting in front of the mirror. Lou and Lux came in just in time to stop my mother and Lucy from doing my makeup.

Gosh, I thought, looking at the eight-year-old dancing in front of the bedroom door, she’s so grown.

Lou hugged me and tied up my hair with a hairclip.

-So, what are you feeling like today? Up or down?-

-Tied up in a bun while I sleep.-

-Nice try, Sara. But today is your wedding day, and at least today you need to look pretty.-

I rolled my eyes and hit my back against the chair Lou had brought from her sister’s salon. I managed to fall asleep as she and Lucy and my dear mother were plucking hairs from my body and doing things I didn’t want to witness.

When I woke up, I looked like a doll. But not as quite as fake as a Barbie.

Lou caught me looking at myself.

-Ah, ah, ah- she protested, -no peeping until the final result.- she lifted me on my feet, twirling me around, and sending me back to my old room which was still covered in early One Direction posters. Just as I stepped inside, mom and Luce grabbed me. Lucy unzipped a white bag that was hung over the chair next to the bed. Inside was my wedding dress.

The top shimmered on the early morning Dalmatian sun while the bottom fell like a waterfall over the old wooden chair.

-I know.- Lucy smiled.

You see, even though I had seven years to plan this wedding, I didn’t really care about the details- like how many golden flowers will there be on the invitations, or will we have an ice sculpture shaped like Cupid or two hearts-, and I didn’t really give that much thought on the dress. It had to be white. That’s it.