We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

A Perfect Evening

I pirouette in front of the mirror, grinning at my own reflection. The dress looks so perfect on my body, as if it has been tailored especially for me.
"I'm done!" I yell, passing my hand over the soft, white material. Immediately, the door bursts open and Niall and Keith rush inside. They rake their eyes over my body, and start grinning.
"Mus, you look so beautiful. That dress is perfect." Niall says, coming over to me, and lifting the dress up from behind. The back of the dress does sweep on the floor and I'm worried that it'll get dirty. I don't want a speck of dust to touch this dress.
"Better keep this up," Niall says. I nod my head, and take another glance at myself in the mirror. I never knew that a dress, good makeup and a good hairdo can change a person's look so much.
"Let's go," Keith says. Niall and Keith look so excited that my excitement level increases.
"Niall, where's the wedding?" I say, as he helps me out of the bathroom. I can't trip, but the chances are pretty high because of the high heels and long gown.
"That's another surprise." Niall says, wiggling his eyebrows. I smack his arm playfully. Keith hands me a bouquet of white flowers, and I take it, smiling.
"Thank you," I say. I bring the flowers to my nose. Gosh, they smell so good. How is everything so perfect today? Though I'm not complaining. I'm so grateful to Harry, Niall and Keith for putting so much effort into my special day.
"Niall, bring her downstairs. I'll tell everybody that the bride is coming." Keith says, winking at me. He exits Harry's office and I can hear his boots hitting the stairs, as he rushes downstairs.
"Everybody?" I say, turning to face Niall.
"There's no wedding if there are no guests." Niall says, packing up the makeup box and shutting it. Suddenly, I feel nervous. Guests? How many? Do I know the people? What if I trip and break my head in front of everyone? How embarrassing!
"N-Niall, how many are there?" I say, pacing back and forth in front of the door.
"Not too many." Niall shrugs his shoulders, as if this is no big deal. Maybe for him it isn't, but I hate being the center of attention.
"Who's walking me down the aisle?"
"Me," Niall says. He looks so proud to be given this opportunity. I smile at his high level of enthusiasm. Well, let's hope Niall takes the attention away from me. Suddenly, I realize that he's changed into a suit. I guess while I was changing, Niall did the same. Maybe Keith did too. Niall looks good in a suit; he should wear one more often. He offers me his arm, and I take it. I'll need all the support that I can get if there are guests out there, waiting for me to come.
"Are you ready?" Niall asks me, switching off the lights and guiding me toward the door. I nod my head, as I feel sweat gather at my forehead. Gosh, I hope that the makeup doesn't get spoilt. Keith has put a lot of effort into it and I want it to stay. At least, until everything is over.
"Harry was very excited about today." Niall tells me, as we enter the elevator. "I'm sure he's even more excited right now." At the mention of Harry, a grin adorns my face.
"H-He's looking forward to today, huh?" I say, more to myself than Niall. He nods his head, grinning as well. "I'm excited too...and nervous."
"You'll be fine. Mus, you'll steal the show." Niall assures me, patting my arm. However, instead of feeling assured, I begin to feel all the more nervous.
"Breathe," I murmur. The elevator descends surprisingly fast. Before I know it, we're standing at the back of Harry's office building. Niall looks at me, grinning. Doesn't his face hurt from grinning like this all the time?
"Here we go." Niall says, pushing open two, huge, mahogany doors. My eyes are glued to the floor, and my feet begin to move automatically, alongside Niall. The wooden floor changes into grass, with a white, thin carpet running along the center. If I'm not mistaken, we're walking down the aisle. Timidly, I look up to find an altar toward the end of the aisle, and guests are seated on either side. There are so many people, half of whom I don't even know.
Don't trip. Don't fall. I mentally chide. God, this is a frightening and nerve wracking experience.
"Mus, Harry," Niall says. I follow his line of vision to find Harry standing near the altar, waiting for me, with his arms in front of him. He's looking dashing in his black suite, with a white shirt, and a black bow tie. I've seen him many a time in suits. However, something about his look seems different today. Harry looks...much more handsome than ever before. Maybe it's the occasion. We near the end of the aisle, and Niall holds out my hand for Harry to take in his. Harry looks at me fondly, with a smile resting on his lips. He takes my hand from Niall, and leads me up the stairs, slowly and carefully. I think he knows what's going on in my mind. Harry knows that I'm scared I'll trip over and embarrass myself. He's always known what I'm thinking. That's what makes our communication so easy.
"I love you." Harry whispers in my ear. I smile at his words, and just like that, all of nervousness vanishes. There's no other place that I'd rather be right now. I'm content with where I am, beside my loved one. I remove my eyes from Harry, ready to face the priest. However, instead of the priest, my eyes land on a smiling Liam.
"Hi, Mus." Liam says, lifting up a book.
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"Mm...this cake is amazing." I groan, savoring the flavor.
"I'm glad you liked it." Harry says, rubbing soothing circles on the back of my hand with his.
"Are you kidding?! I love everything at this wedding." I exclaim, taking another huge bite. I must have cake all around my mouth, but I don't care. This is my day, and nobody can call me out for my childish behavior.
"I'm glad, yet again." Harry says, chuckling. He picks up a napkin and wipes the corner of my mouth with it. "You're feeding more cake to the sides of your mouth than your own mouth."
"I don't care," I say. Harry shakes his head and resumes eating his own piece of cake. I've had a few glasses of wine and I'm starting to feel their effect. I slide my foot out of my white, high heel and rub it against Harry's ankle. His eyes widen, and his fork clatters onto his plate.
"Are you okay?" Harry's colleague asks him from across the table. Harry did introduce us, however, I've forgotten his name. Harry nods his head vigorously. He shakes his leg.
"Mus, what are you doing?" Harry asks me through gritted teeth.
"Don't be such a grandpa." I say, rubbing my foot against his again. Harry looks at me and smirks.
"Okay, then. If you want to play dirty, we'll play dirty." Harry's face is adorned with a beautiful, yet mischievous grin. He removes his hand from mine, and places it on my upper thigh.
"Let's see," Harry says. He moves his hand higher. "Where was your sensitive spot? The place where I touch and goosebumps erupt on your skin." I bite my lip. He knows what he's doing. However, Harry's a tease and he just has to tease me regarding this.
"I don't think it's there." I say, shaking my head. Harry's hand moves further up and closer to where he shouldn't be touching me, considering our current situation. As his hand gets too close, I get up and my chair screeches against the temporary tile stage. All of the guests look at me from below, and I smile at them.
"Now for some speeches!" I announce, walking toward the stairs that will lead me off the stage and away from Harry. I turn around to find him grinning, and lounging in his chair comfortably. His face portrays triumph. Asshole! I head toward the backdoor of the office. I want to change out of this dress. As I'm about to enter the office building, two heavy arms wrap around my waist.
"Harry, what are you doing?" I say, laughing. I can recognize Harry's arms anywhere.
"What are you doing? The boys are going to make speeches now and embarrass themselves." Harry says, turning me around so that I'm facing him.
"I need to change out of this dress. It's comfortable, but I want something that will make me feel like me." I pass my hand over the material. Admiring it's beauty and finesse once again.
"Let me help you." Harry says, taking my hand and guiding me into the office building.