Think of this chapter as kind of the midseason finale of a show. All current loose ends are tied while other ones form.
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The clamminess in my hands becomes unbearable. Sweat starts to bead on my forehead. I look over at the clock on the nightstand - 4:30. Damn damn damn. I have another hour and a half to make myself look somewhat presentable for my angel. I glance over at the mirror and look at my outfit once over again. Hm, maybe I don't look all that bad. The slim fit dress pants don't have that many noticeable creases and the wrinkles and the black dress shirt will be covered by the suit jacket so everything will be fine. Hopefully. There's just only one more problem ...
A knock on my bedroom door makes me spin my body, dark energy crackling into tiny sparks around my fingertips.
"Ooh the demon looks heavenly," Louis snickers followed by Harry's low chuckles. My rolls instinctively roll at the terrible joke and sparks fade back to nothing.
"Ha ha very funny." I look at the vampire and werewolf and internally groan at their expressions of comfort over their clothes. Of course they would look good in their suits. I quickly shake those thoughts out of my head because they don't matter. Besides I probably look better than them anyways. Right now only Niall matters. And I bet he'll look beautiful.
"Did you set up all the stuff?" I ask, turning back to the mirror and fidgeting with the shirt buttons.
"Yes, it's all set up. Liam, just button it up all the way." I grumble and glare at Harry from the mirror. Easy for that bitch to say while he isn't wearing a tie and has the top two buttons open.
"And the fairy lights?" I press. "Niall told me that he liked fairy lights a lot so I was just hoping tha-"
"And those are set up, too. You kind of sent that text four times too many." I turn my glare over to Louis as my fingers try to button the very last button. Maybe my fingers are too large or the button is too small, but it just slips out of my hand way too many times. Eventually I give up and let out a loud snarl.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING UP THERE?!" a dark voice shouts from downstairs. I roll my eyes and feel the frown pulling my face down. Damn it, now my father is involved. Harry, with the biggest smirk on his face, immediately puts a finger in each of his ears, causing my frown to deepen. What is happening?
"DON"T WORRY MR. PAYNE!" Louis shouts with the same decibel level as my father, but unfortunately since I am in the same room as the leech my ears might be bleeding. "LIAM JUST DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO BUTTON THE TOP BUTTON ON HIS SHIRT!"
"WELL TELL THAT BOY NIALL DESERVES SOMEONE WITH BASIC SKILLS LIKE BUTTONING SHIRTS!"
And just like that, Harry and Louis are figuratively and literally on the floor not giving a damn if their suits get wrinkled in the process. I, on the other hand, just stand there with a pout instead of a frown and crossed arms. I deserve Niall - he's my flower. I turn back at to the mirror and make one more attempt to button. I harshly grasp the button closest to my neck and slip it through the opening. Wow, I actually did it. I officially deserve Niall. That's one problem out of the way.
I turn around and see Louis and Harry picking themselves up from the floor. They wipe their mocking tears and brush the dust off of their suits. Louis recovers first and shoves his hand in his pockets.
"So what was this problem that you needed help with?" Louis asks, the tears still noticeable on his cheeks.
The blood rushes to my cheeks. Damn, this is so embarrassing. I walk over to my nightstand and grab the two ties. Turning back around to face the vampire and werewolf, I hold up the ties and look at the floor in order to avoid the amused smirks that I know are on their faces.
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Fragile Heart (Niam)
Fanfiction"Liam, even though we aren't good people, there's one thing that you need to understand." "Yes, Dad?" "There are people in this world who are fragile - like flowers. While our souls are darkened, we make sure that those people don't turn out lik...
