We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

You're Getting Married

A week later.
"Harry, for the hundredth time, where are you taking me?" I say, laughing.
"Just a little while more." Harry says. "Seriously, Mus! You have no patience, whatsoever."
"I have patience, but you're wearing it thin." I defend myself. Harry convinced Dr. Ross to let me come home. However, instead of taking me home, Harry has some surprise planned out for me. I hate these surprises that he plans. He keeps me in the dark for so long, and he's so good at it. I sigh louder than the last time, trying to show Harry just how impatient I'm getting. However, he doesn't seem to be getting the message.
"Mus, you can sigh as many times as you want, but I'm not telling. We're almost there," Harry says. Pouting, I cross my arms over my chest and sink down onto the car seat. I've been feeling much better. I don't throw up too often, and neither do I have the headaches anymore. However, the swelling from my hands and feet hasn't gone, and neither has the bruising.
"Here we are." Harry says, pulling up into his office's driveway. Confused, I look at the building again. Sure enough, it's Harry's office building.
"Harry, what are we doing at your office?" I ask him. However, when I turn to face him, he's not there. My door opens, but instead of Harry, I find Niall smiling at me.
"Niall Horan, at your service." Niall says, giving me a small bow. "Come, Mus." He holds his hand out for me, and I take it.
"What's going on, Niall?" I say, stepping out of the car.
"I...can't tell. However, I do need to get you dressed and ready."
"Ready for what?"
"We can't tell." Another man says. I turn my head toward the entrance of Harry's office to find the man that offered me food the other when I was sitting on the steps. He comes toward us, and holds out his hand.
"Hi, I'm Keith. Your other escort." Keith introduces himself, and I shake his hand.
"Mus," I say,
"Yeah, we all know about you." Keith and Niall offer me their arms, and I loop my left and right arm around theirs.
"I feel like I'm a princess." I say, laughing.
"Harry has told us to treat you like a queen, so...I don't think we're doing a good enough job." Keith says, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Why am I being given this special treatment?" I say, itching to find out the answer.
"Because-" Niall stops when Keith smacks him on the head.
"Don't tell her! She'll find out in due time," Keith scolds.
"Sorry," Niall murmurs. I'm led into Harry's office building and toward the elevators. Surprisingly, I manage to keep my mouth shut all the way, even though I want to sit on the floor and throw a tantrum. I'm led onto the floor that holds Harry's office.
"Are we going to Harry's office?" I say, as we step out of the elevator. Niall nods his head. "What are we going to do in his office?"
"Dress you and make you look presentable." Keith says, with a smug smile on his face.
"Oh, so I don't look presentable right now?" I say, taking a look at my attire. He shakes his head vigorously.
"Y-You look amazing, as always." Keith says hastily.
"Chill, I'm just joking." I laugh at his flustered state. Keith sighs and wipes off invisible sweat from his forehead. Niall opens Harry's office door and ushers me in. The floor-length glass windows are covered with blinds, and the desk has been cleared, with the exception of a large, makeup box.
"Mus, firstly, you must sit down on Harry's chair." Niall instructs, motioning towards Harry's chair. "And consider yourself lucky because Harry doesn't let any of us sit on his chair, but he's letting you sit."
"Okay," I say. I head toward Harry's chair and take a seat on the black, leather, rotating chair. I need to tell Harry to stop using leather goods. Even though I've already told him that, but he won't listen until and unless I drill it into his mind.
"Niall, you get to her hair and I'll start with the face." Keith says, switching on the lights. I hope they realize that I'm a human and not a doll. They can't just mess up and wash my face as many times as they wish. I hold up my hands, motioning for them to stop. Keith and Niall oblige, looking at me questioningly.
"Do you guys have any experience in the makeup and hair department?" I say, raising my eyebrows. They both look at each and shrug.
"No, but we've watched a whole bunch of tutorials on YouTube, for the past week." Keith says, pressing something on the makeup box and it opens. Niall comes over and takes out the pony from my hair. He passes his hands through it and shakes his head.
"No conditioning, huh?" Niall says, more to himself than me.
"If you're going to pick on me, then I'm not letting you touch my hair or face." I say, crossing my arms over my chest. Yes, I don't condition, but I don't want to hear a lecture regarding that.
"Sorry." Niall says, smiling at me sheepishly. Without wasting another second, they both get to work.
*********
An hour or so later, my hair and makeup is done. However, I still don't know the cause for all of this pampering. Niall and Keith help me up from the chair, ensuring that I don't spoil my hair, or makeup. I don't know how I look, and that's why they're taking me to the bathroom, so that I can see myself.
"I must look like Annabelle." I say, as we step into the bathroom and Keith switches on the light. However, when I face the mirror, my eyes widen in shock. They've done an amazing job. My hair is tied into a bun, with some loose strands framing my face. The makeup is...done extremely well. Better than any job that I've ever done. It looks so natural, yet Keith's managed to hide all of my dark circles - which have gotten worse due to the long hours of staying awake and taking stress - and he's managed to make me look like a queen.
"Oh God, she hates it!" Keith groans. "Don't cry, Mus. We'll fix it, don't worry." As I lock eyes with myself in the mirror, I realize that my eyes are glistening with tears.
"It's perfect," I murmur. I look up at the ceiling, forcing my eyes to not shed tears. Otherwise, my makeup will get spoilt, and I know the time and effort that these boys have put into it to make me look so good.
"You like it?" Niall asks me, his eyes lighting up with hope.
"I absolutely love it." I assure him, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Keith and Niall have satisfied smiles adorning their faces. Niall rushes out of the bathroom, and returns in a few seconds, carrying a zipped-up, black laundry bag.
"I don't think that Harry would appreciate us helping you into this." Niall says, handing the huge bag to me. A huge piece of cloth must be in this because the bag is touching the floor. I unzip the bag, and Niall takes it from my hand so that I can see what's inside; a beautiful, white wedding gown.
"You're getting married!" Niall says excitedly.