search party [sequel to hr108]

don't say 'i love you'

chapter eight

H.E.S.
"I don't know! All I know is that he's freaking, and is coming here with Louis."

My mind goes into complete panic mode as more people begin to walk past me. To sum it up, here's everything that's gone wrong today so far:

One; my step-dad showed up out of the blue to my wedding.

Two; my mother lied to all of us about his location.

Three; Tiffany finally decided to show up! With Daniel here, she's going to cause a scene. Or worse? He'll cause the scene.

Four; Niall left his engagement ring here. Which means he'll see all the surprises before hand, therefore not making them surprises.

Anything else could happen at this point. Why don't you just hit me with it Satan?!

"Harry?"

I snap back into the present, looking at Zayn as he calls for my attention.

"What?"

"Are you okay? Do you need--"

"I'll be fine," I shake my head, "just...please tell me when Niall gets here so I don't accidentally run into him or something?"

"Okay," he says, "where should Louis go?"

"Louis can see but he can't," I stress, "wait; don't you have to put the white flowers in your hair?"

"Later," he explains, "Louis is gonna do them for me."

"Okay," I sigh, running my hand through my hair, "I'm just not sure--"

"Why don't you stay upstairs?" Zayn offers, "I'll keep the guests entertained?"

"Thank you," I say, reaching over to give Zayn a grateful hug, "just make sure no one goes upstairs. And make sure my dad doesn't leave his seat."

"Your dad's here?!"

"Yeah," I groan, hating the world more than I already do, "just don't let him fucking move anywhere. Part of me feels as if he's going to start trouble."

This is my wedding day. Can't all the unnecessary drama have been held off until we fly away on our honeymoon? I had finally decided on taking Niall to Paris, being that it's honestly the only place I've been fantasizing about going to with him. I used the funds I was saving from my last job (to pay off for Niall's family, who had decided to completely block out all means of contact from us) and the money from my own family, to provide the best honeymoon possible. I really hope it ends up playing out that way.

Part of me wishes Niall's mother made a surprise visit instead of my dreaded step-father.

"God," I mutter, walking upstairs and shutting the door to my room. As soon as I turn around, I hear shuffling and scream, shutting my eyes.

"Harry?!"

"Zayn told me you were on your way!" I exclaim, covering my face and backing up against the door.

"I'm not looking!" Niall shouts, and I assume he's closing his eyes too, but he doesn't need to. I'm not supposed to look at him. He can look at me if he really wants to.

"Niall," I chuckle, "you can open your eyes. I'm the one that can't look at you."

"Oh," he giggles as well, "right."

"I missed your laugh," I sigh happily, relapse washing over me, "this whole 24 hour gap has been killing me more than you think."

"Likewise," he's probably smiling really wide looking at my outfit, "you look so fucking adorable."