Take Me || Niam

Chapter Fifty One

Niall's P.O.V

"Liam, are you crazy?" I yelled from across the island in the kitchen. He's lucky there is something separating us or I probably out have hit him with a frying pan.

"No I'm not crazy. I just want to make sure we look good for our wedding." He chuckled making me groan in frustration.

"So let me get this straight," I said resting one hand on my hip, "you want me to go to Paris next week and get fitted for my $25,000 tux?" I asked completely dumbfounded. How could someone spend that much money on a tux?

"That's exactly what I want you to do." He smiled. I put my head in my hands in complete and utter frustration.

"Liam, this isn't funny. $25,000 is a lot of money. And for a tux that were only going to wear once?" I sighed looking over at him. A small frown overtook his face.

"I know, but I just want this to be perfect." He says looking down. I groan internally at him. He looks like a child being scolding. Damn you Liam for being so cute.

"Fine." I said crossing my arms over my chest, my bottom lip sticking out in a pout. "I'll go to Paris and get fitted for my suit but what about Emma?" I ask. He hasn't thought this far ahead.

"I could take her to my parents while I go to work?" He tried but I shook my head.

"Liam, they just watched her a couple weeks ago." I said, "how about I take her with me?" I ask, but Liam shakes his head instantly.

"No, I don't want her flying yet." He argues and I throw my hands up.

"Well?" I say, trying to figure out what to do.

"I'll just take a day or so off." He shrugs.

"You've taken off so much lately though." I sigh.

"I know, but you'll only be gone that one day. Then I can stay home a second day while you catch up on some sleep." He suggest while I think about it.

"Okay. Fine." I say before turning and walking out of the kitchen.

I decided to bring Louis along with me so I wasn't alone in Paris. So here we are sat in the shop waiting for my appointment. It's 11:58 am and my fitting was for 12:00. Louis and I sat quietly by the door, waiting to be called back.

"Niall Horan." Said a man with a light French accent. I got up grateful, heavy French accents are a bitch to understand sometimes.

"Hello sir, nice to meet you." I smile shaking his hand.

"Gaetano Savini the IIII." He said, turning to Louis, shaking his hand as well.

"Louis Tomlinson, a friend of Mr. Horan's." Louis said as Mr. Savini showed us to the back.

"So, you are the fiancé of Liam?" He asks turning to look at me as Louis takes a seat.

"Yeah." I say as he pulls out a tape measures.

"You're a very handsome young man." He said making me nod and blush slightly. "I've known Liam for a while now, probably five years. I fit a lot of his suits."