Crossroads of Life

Chapter 25

Niall’s POV:

“DUM DUM DUM DUM!” Louis sang, running around the bridal store with a fake bouquet in his hands.

“HERE COMES THE BRIDE!” Zayn chimed in, as Harry grabbed a veil off of a mannequin and stuck it on his head. We put on a mini wedding in the aisle of the store as we waited for the girls to finish trying on their dresses.

“I want to catch the bouquet!” Liam yelled, jumping up in order to reach for the bundle of flowers. I knocked him out of the way playfully and snatched at the flowers.

“Here you go Liam,” I smiled, tossing the flowers down to where he tumbled to the ground.

“Thanks babe,” Liam said sarcastically, jumping up from the carpet. Zayn reached over and whacked me on the head, pulling Liam protectively into his shoulder.

“You’ll hurt him,” he scolded; laughing as Louis came weaving through the racks of dresses. He ran past us, Harry following close behind. Louis stole his veil and Harry was desperately trying to get it back.

I smiled and flung my arm out as Harry passed causing him to double over. Just after I did so I heard Bailey and Lauren talking loudly from the dressing room. “That was my foot!” I heard Lauren yell.

“Sorry!” Bailey replied, concern overpowering her voice. We all paused, calming down a bit as the workers from the store casually strolled by, eyeing the group of us.

“So, uhm Niall. Is there a reason you’ve been so happy lately?” Harry asked cheekily. He knew why of course, he was the first one awake that morning, and the one to find us asleep on the porch.

He was trying to get me back for punching him in the gut. “No reason,” I lied and awkwardly pulled at the hem of my shirt. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks as Liam raised his eyebrows at me.

“You and Bailey?” Zayn asked.I said nothing, biting my bottom lip and looking down at my Supras. I was attacked by the boys who rubbed their fists violently on my head, smushing my hair into my scalp.

I twitched and bent down to try and escape from their grasps but Liam had a firm grasp around my waist, holding me in place. Just then the door to the dressing room opened and all five of us paused, standing up straight as the girls entered the room.

They both came out of the room with hangers in their hands, white covering trapping their dresses inside.“WAIT. We didn’t even get to see them on you!” Liam pouted. Harry shoved them back into their dressing room, insisting they put on a fashion show for us.

“Harold. You will see ‘uhz’ in our dresses on the day of the wedding,” Bailey mocked him.

“THE WEDDING? That’s like, a week away!” I complained. I was looking forward to seeing my girl in her beautiful dress.

“And?” she asked, walking toward the door. I watched as her slim body walked in front of me. She was wearing grey sweat pants that hung low of her hips with a loose light blue t shirt and somehow still managed to look incredible.

I pulled her hair to one side from behind her and buried my face into the back of her neck. “And…I guess I can wait,” I sighed, parting from her as I jumped into the driving seat.

“Good. And I’m glad you all got those tuxes figured out, I was going to have to call Caroline for backup,” Bailey said, hanging her bridesmaid dress on a hook of the car and strapping on her seatbelt.

“Let me at least have a look at the dress!” I complained, lunging forward to unzip the protective covering.

“Niall” she giggled, grabbing my arm and pulling it away from her dress. “Stop it,” she scolded; I twisted my arm defiantly in her grasp trying to set myself free so that I could lunge at the dress again. She laughed, the natural melody escaping her. “Niall, I swear if you don’t get this car moving I’m not going to wear the dress at all.” She threatened.