Face Your Luck (1DFF) *book 2*

"This is it Charly."

Today is the wedding. Holy shit. My mums getting married. 

"NIALL WAKE UP!!" I shouted, shaking a still sleeping Niall beside me, "we're gonna be late!!" 

"Oh crap!" Niall exclaimed, rushing to get up. 

It was literally a blur as we got dressed and shoved the stuff until the car. We never bothered to tidy up the ness as it was only us that was coming home tonight. My mum and Troy where staying at the hotel where the reception was being held. 

We jumped in the car and drove off. After about five minutes Niall dropped me off at the hotel my mum was staying in last night. I grabbed my dress and other stuff out the back of the car. Niall rolled the window down and I kissed him goodbye.  

"Bye princess! See you soon!" He said to me pecking my lips again. 

"Love you! See you soon!" 

"Love you too!" 

I walked into the hotel as security greeted me. I knew there was some paparazzi but not a lot of them knew where anyone was staying. I was jut praying fans wouldn't crash the wedding like they did at Niall's brothers wedding.  

I took the lift up to my mums room and knocked before entering. 

She was standing in her wedding dress and to be perfectly honest she looked stunning. It was a simple floor length dress with a train. It had small flower detailing coming from the hips and it was strapless. 

"Hello!" Everyone chirped. 

"Hello! Mum you look absolutely amazing!" I grinned. 

"Thank you! I'm so excited!" She smiled. She was literally glowing. And not just because she had a fake tan. 

"Okay! Chop chop! Everyone else get ready!" My mum clapped. 

I applied a little bit of make up before pulling my dress on. 

My dress, my aunties dresses and Sophie's dress were white. They were they ones that were long at te back and short at the front. It almost looked dip dyed the way the blue was blended in. The flowers girl, which were Amelia and my cousin Tarryn, wore pixie dressed with blue dipped onto them. Cute! 

"Are we all ready?" Auntie Jemma asked. 

"Ready as I'll ever be!" My mum said nervously. 

We left the room and travelled out the hotel and into the car. Paparazzi were striving to get pictures but security were holding then back. 

"This is it mum." 

"This is it Charly."