One Day || book two.

9 ~ It's the name

Wardy’s POV

I don’t remember exactly who drove home last night, but I know it wasn’t me. We’d danced until early morning, our parents left, and the guests slowly filed out until it was; the originals. Stef & Louis, Cass & Zayn, Sarah & Josh, Niall & I and Liam and Harry. Izzy was in Sydney, but sent us her blessing. Maryanne had left shortly after the speeches as she felt it wasn’t her place to be here. 

“Two years, three hundred and fifty four days we have all know each other.” Sarah stated. 

“How much have you had to drink?” Harry asked, looking at her oddly.

She shrugged. “I think I sipped some champagne but other than that, nothing.” 

He shook his head and gave me another odd look. “You’re just weird.” 

“And I proud of it.” Sarah replied.

“Has it really been that long?” Zayn asked. She nodded. 

“We’d better get going.” Josh decided, Sarah nodded and hugged Niall and I both, congratulating us and she told us that she’d see us soon.

I don’t think that it’d be wrong to say that Niall wasn’t drunk, but it wouldn’t be right to say that he was, so I was stuck with my half sober fiancé in the backseat while Louis drove Stef, Niall and myself home. 

*

“Guess what?” Niall murmured, gently shaking me awake.

“What?” I replied, rolling over and looking up at him.

His grin was too bright for this time of day. “We’re getting married in seven months.” He noted.

This made me realise that it wouldn’t be too long before I would be Mrs. Horan. That is actually a really scary thought. For multiple reasons. It would technically mean that I belonged to him, but I valued my independence, and I know that Niall knows that and he would be respectful of that, but still. Another reason was that would everybody still call me Wardy, because that’s my maiden name and my nickname as such?

“What are you thinking about?” He asked, slightly more serious.

I opened my mouth about to say: I don’t think I want to get married. But that wasn’t true. I just didn’t know if I wanted to take his name.

“Sarah. Are you ok?” He asked.

“It’s the name.” I admitted. He looked at me really confused. “Sarah Horan. Sarah Ward. Everybody calls me Wardy. I value my independence but I also think that it’d be disrespectful to you if I didn’t change my name.” I explained.

This made him pause and really think about his answer. “I don’t mind what you choose, I understand what you’re trying to get at, and to give you examples: Stef’s changing her name to Tomlinson.”