Aimee's P.O.V.
After a long three months in the studio, I'm finally on my way home to London. I haven't spoken to Meghan in about 3 weeks now and I don't plan to either. Harry seems a bit off but I think he's just excited about the wedding, like I am. We've set a date and a venue, now we just need everything in between.
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The plane touched down in Heathrow airport and I literally ran through the airport. I was excited to be home again and see Harry. I really need to ask him what he thinks of the music set list I've put together for the wedding. I impatiently waited for my suitcase. I kept glancing at the door to see if Harry was there waiting for me. Finally my suitcase came around on the conveyor belt. I pulled it off and pulled out the handle. I headed towards the set of double doors. As I walked through them, I held my breath and looked for a head of curly hair - but it wasn't there. I looked around some more, but he definitely wasn't there. I sighed and pulled out my phone and called a taxi before going outside and sitting on my case to wait for it.
Harry's P.O.V.
"Liam, is Meghan in?" I asked.
"Yeah, she's in the kitchen. Come in." He replied. I nodded to Liam and stepped inside his house. He led me through to the kitchen and pointed to Meghan standing with her back to us at the cooker.
"Liam, could you watch this pot for me? I gotta pee." She turned around and saw Liam standing with me. "Oh... hi Harry..."
"Can I have a word please?" I bit my lip.
"I suppose so, but shouldn't you be at the airport picking up Aimee?" I shrugged my shoulders.
"That's kind of why I'm here..." Meghan nodded and led me through to the living room.
"So, what's wrong?" Pip jumped up onto her knee and made himself comfortable. Meghan stroked his head while I took a deep breath.
"You and Aimee... what's going on? I know you haven't spoken in weeks?"
"I thought she would have told you?" She looked up at me then back down at Pip.
"She's mentioned that you won't help her with the wedding an-"
"If I hear one more fucking word about your fucking wedding I swear I'm going to f-"
"MEGHAN! Don't get yourself worked up again." Liam called. Meghan looked back towards the kitchen where Liam was. She rolled her eyes and looked back to me.
"The hype of having her own wedding's gone to her head Harry. She's being so selfish and is acting like a total bitch. Its pissed me off so much and I'm sick of her and her attention grabbing schemes."
"So you think this wedding is a way for her to get attention?" I raised an eyebrow at her.
"I didn't at first, but now she's using it as an excuse to make everyone run around after her." Meghan said.
"I love Aimee and I want her to be Mrs Styles someday... but I actually agree with you. She's doing my head in. She already has most of the wedding planned and it's only been a few weeks." I looked down at my hands and fidgeted nervously. Meghan put her hands on mine to stop me.
"You're the only one she'll properly listen to. Everyone else doesn't have a chance to grab her attention for longer than 4 seconds. You need to do something about it Harry - before she turns into a full on bridezilla." I looked up at her and smiled a little.
"I will, if you talk to her?" Meghan shook her head.
"To be honest, I'm happier without her annoying me. Unless she speaks to me with a proper, meaningful apology then I might speak to her. Otherwise, I'm done with her." I nodded. I didn't disagree with Meghan at all. Aimee's gotten out of hand and needs to be sorted. I know exactly how to do that.
