She Will Be Loved

Chapter 41: Tattoo

Here's the next chapter guys!! Hope you like it! Ilysm

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Paige's POV:

"She better watch herself. I mean if she keeps flirting with Harry I might have to bring out a few moves." I said, feigning punches in the air.

I heard laughter from around me. Who said I was joking?

"Hey don't worry, she's no problem." Harry said, walking up and ducking as a threw a gentle fist his way.

"Hey hey. This is my sister were talking about!" Hadley protested with a smile.

"Sorry. I mean she's pretty and seems nice enough, but once you meet someone like Paige, there really isn't any competition." He replied with a grin, pulling me closer.

I heard a few awhs, and snorts.

"You two arnt even dating yet!" Louis yelled, rolling his eyes.

"Hey, that's her choice not mine. But it dosnt matter. I'll wait as long as I have too." Harry said with a small shrug.

"Ok ok. Anyway, we found the perfect dress!" I squealed, jumping onto the sofa.

Instantly everyone was interestd, even Liam jogged over and joined the small crowd.

"What does it look like? Is it short? Is it long? Did she get a colored one?" I was bombarded with questions.

I opened my mouth to awnser but was cut off as I saw Hadley's glare. She stood back, shaking her head vigorously. She didn't want them to know I guess.

"Well it was ummm made of fabric." I offered with a sideways smile.

"No shit, Sherlock. What's it look like?" Louis asked, probably already thinking about him and El.

"It's nice. I mean yeah it's a wedding dress.... Uh I'll be back."

I ran over, grabbing Hadley and pulling her into my room. "Why can't I tell them?"

"It's bad luck for a groom to see the bride before the wedding!"

"So, I'm just telling him. He won't actually see it."

"Yeah but it doesn't matter! He'll know what it looks like. Please just don't. " Hadley begged, tugging on my jacket.

"Alright alright fine. Can you help me pack?" I asked, opening my suitcase.

"Yea. When are you leaving for the fight?"

"Tyler got us tickets for late tonight. Well fly up to Portland and land in the morning." I explained, grabbing some cloths and throwing them into my bag.

Hadley went back and folded everything I'd haphazardly thrown. I wasn't very good at organizing.

"Try not to get to beat up. I don't want a maid of honor with a black eyes or something."

I could help but let out a laugh at he thought. "No promises. I mean come on it's a fight!"

"Yea I know. How long are you going to keep doing if? " Hadley asked rather quietly.

I turned, looking at the wall. "I uh. I dunno. As long as I can."

Truthfully I had no idea. I mean I wasn't ready to settle down. Hadley was getting married and having child while I was off playing boxer. The idea of just being a mom the rest of my life was terrifying. No matter who my husband was I just couldn't picture myself being happy like that.