Wedding Planner

Prologue

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 Prologue

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Carrie's POV:

It started off as a hobby. In fact; it started off as something for me to remember by.

But then the thrill came in and it wasn't fun anymore. Then it became a contest. Could I be the one to create the perfect wedding?

Turns out I could.

Soon enough a girl starting from a small town in England was known worldwide for planning weddings. That girl was me. Of all things holy; weddings was what I chose.

If I had to guess; it was probably the bride's Mom that suggested me to her. After that I was called in to meet my clients. The meeting had to be "top secret". I could not tell anyone to location, who I was meeting, or anything among the sorts. Fortunately; I didn't know much either so I didn't have too much to tell.

Even if I did know more; I definitely wouldn't tell. That could cost me my job. The only thing that really gives me pleasure anymore. Never in a million years would I risk it. I love it too much.

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The day started off casual.

Coffee as a drink and some quick energy bar with a fruit salad and I was rushed out the door. Late as usual. Nothing too bad.

Until I got in the car and remembered. Today was the day I was meeting my biggest clients yet. The two people who could really set a peak in my career. Of course I was eager to meet them. Although; I don't know their names. Z and P. That was all I was informed about. They told me until I meet them and was proved trustworthy I was to refer to them as Z and P.

Seems simple enough.

I went over wedding ideas and created a dozen different scenarios in my head- as I usually do- of the perfect wedding.

How do I know is perfect? I picture it being My wedding. The wedding I so desperately longed for, and literally crave. It was ripped from me, so now it's my job to make sure that everyone else who wants a perfect wedding wants it. It's an ambition really.

Nothing has been discussed for this particular wedding, I was informed that it's going to be different though. Under all circumstances.

As I drove to the designated place I wondered what was so deferent about these people- Z and P.

In all honesty, this whole thing is the perfect kidnapping plot. But let's be real here, in who's interest is to kidnap me? I'm not worth much, other than being well known.

I do make a decent amount of money, but my family isn't rich. And there is no legitimate reason to be kidnapped.

Unless it's some revenge form on my family? It can be on my parents- which I highly doubt. Maybe my bother? My brother is five years older, he's 24 and just got out of Uni. He went to law school in Yale over in America, and is currently starting his career as a lawyer.

I don't have friends, not anymore. I'm the only one to blame though, so I haven't got much room to complain.

As I speed through the London streets, in some weak attempt to get there in time, I start to think back to my home town. Middleborough in the North East of England.

I relocated to London, making my career easier. I travel around a lot, though it's always sponsored by the client. Again, no room to complain.

I'm always questioned about my accent, and unless you live in England you don't really get the fact that such term as 'A British Accent' is foolish. There are many different accents within the 'British accent'.

Like, two sets of accents are spoken in the West Country. Then there are a a wide variation of accents in Northern England. There are if course the accents spoken in the West Midlands- where Birmingham is- and many more.

I moved to South Shields when I was 4 years old, giving me an even stronger Geordie accent. Spoken mostly in the North East part of England.

So yes, the term British Accent annoys me. We aren't all the same.

I follow the instructions until I get to a castle looking apartment complex. It looks like most buildings in Europe to be honest, so that's not the shocker. The shocker is how expensive looking everything is.

I am stopped by a security guard at the gates, so I roll down the window.

"How may I help you?" He asks, his cold eyes burning into mine.

"I'm here to see.. Z and P?" I feel really lame saying that- embarrassed even, "I'm Carrie, wedding planner?"

Recognition flashes in his eyes and he nods, "Can I see some form of identification please?"

"Yeah sure," I mutter and rummage through my leather bag to find it; it’s hard considering I'm still a messy teenager.

I finally find it and smile triumphantly, heading the scary man the ID. He checks it over and looks at my face, nodding in approval.

"Proceed to the right, then go to the first building. Go to the flat 809" I make sure I know the instructions and do as he tells me.

Once I'm out of the car, with my bag and portfolio, I lock it and make my way to the lift. Once inside I press number 8 and patiently wait as it goes up. Once I reach the floor I start walking to the right, looking at the digits engraved on the doors.

Suddenly a door opens and a buff guy looks at me, "Carrie?"

"Yeah, that's me" I nod smiling wearily at the man.

"My name is Paul, I'll escort you to your clients" he smiles at me and motions me to the door. Frowning at the strangeness of it all I make my way inside the flat, looking around.

"They are waiting for you, hurry up" Paul ushers me, giving me no time to take in my surrenders.

I enter what I suppose is the living room and I'm met by a massive crowd. I make a quick head count and count a total of twelve people, plus Paul.

"Hello, I'm Carrie" I shyly smile, offering a small wave.

"You are Carrie?, the wedding planer?" A girl with Blonde hair inquires, eyebrows knitting in confusion.

"Yeah I am, and you are One Direction and Little Mix?" I laugh, oh who would have guessed?

"Yeah that's us!" 'P' - who I now know is Perrie - smiles at me widely. Of course. She has it bad. The lovesick case you get right after he proposes. It happens to everyone.

I wonder if I had it. I probably didn't since I knew it was coming. "Alright! Well my name is Carson, but call me Carrie. I'm basically here for whatever you need during this wedding. A planner, someone to vent, a friend, whatever. I'm here to do whatever you want. I promise I'll give you the perfect wedding. That's a promise I have yet to break." Giving each of them a proud smile, Perrie does a little happy dance causing Zayn to smile.

"Thanks so much for doing this and not squealing." Zayn thanks me. "It was really tough because we want someone good, but we also want someone who won't squeal. We chose you so don't let us down." Zayn explains and I nod my head seriously.

It's cute.

He's one of those guys who wants the perfect wedding and isn't leaving everything up to his bride. He wants a say as well. That's nice. "Definitely." I nod my head and shuffle through my bag. "I'm going to have to ask for your numbers." After seeing the serious look on their faces I offer a smile. "I promise I won't leak it."

They nod and the three of us exchange numbers quickly. "Thanks! Um Zayn and I were talking. We know that we want Louis Tomlinson as the best man and Jade Thirlwall as the maid of honor. But we want all of the lads and girls to be included. That's all we know so far." Perrie explains and I nod and make note of this. They'll soon be part of the planning process as well.

"Perfect!" I exclaim and clap my hands. "Tell me. Is there a date in mind?"

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