Meghan's P.O.V.
Niall and his family sat at the end of the table. Next to him were Louis, Eleanor and both of their families, then Harry and his family - and Aimee, then me with Liam's family then Zayn on the other end of the table. I was sat in between Liam and Zayn. Zayn leaned over and whispered to me. "You look amazing tonight Meghan. I'm really happy you're back with us."
"Thanks." I whispered back to him and gave him a smile. I felt Liam take my hand under the table and squeeze it. I looked over at him and he nudged his head towards his mum who was sitting opposite us.
"So I hear you've gone back to school?" Karen said to me.
"Yeah, well I've basically finished it now. I just have to get my exam results back." Karen nodded.
"And what are you looking to get into with those grades?"
"Um, I don't really know. I just went back to get the grades just to have them if I ever need them if my modelling company drop me or something." I laughed.
"You're a model?" Ruth asked. I nodded. "That's so cool. I hope it all works out with you." I smiled at Ruth and Karen. Maybe they do like me after all.
Aimee's P.O.V.
We were all well into our meal. Harry was in deep conversation with his mum. I cleared my throat, hoping to get his attention. He looked over and smiled at me. "Um, when are my parents getting here?" I asked him.
"What?"
"My parents, when are they arriving...?" I repeated.
"They aren't...?" Harry said, confused.
"What do you mean they aren't? I asked you if you invited them as well and you said yes." I stated.
"Oh... I mustn't have heard you then." He said simply.
"Oh, so you don't listen to me now?"
"What?"
"Yeah that's what I thought." I threw my napkin on the table and stood up and went to the toilets. So he didn't invite my parents to the family dinner and doesn't listen to me.
What next?
Liam's P.O.V.
Aimee started shouting at Harry and stormed off. Everyone was looking at Harry who flushed red in embarrassment. I was wrong when I said that their little tiff they had in Italy was going to be the massive fall out they would have. This is definitely it this time. Meghan leaned over to me and whispered, "I'll go and check on her. Tell the waitress I'm finished with my plate and if we aren't back in about 10 minutes, send someone for me in case she kills me." We both laughed a little and I pecked Meghan's lips before she left. I watched her as she made her way to the bathroom.
"You really love her, don't you?" Mum said. I nodded.
"A lot." I grinned.
"I'm just glad that she makes you happy. I'm sorry we ever doubted her the first time around." I smiled at mum as a two waitresses came to clear away all our plates.
"So, when's the wedding?" Dad asked. He winked at me and I laughed.
"Give us time Dad." One of the waitresses came back with dessert menus. Everyone placed their orders. I got a dessert between Meghan and I - it's a quirky thing we like to do.
Don't judge, I find it cute. Meghan and Aimee still hadn't arrived back. I decided to give them a few more minutes. Harry didn't seem overly worried - which worried me.
