Chosen

CHAPTER 3

Amira's POV

I was walking  alone down a street. I didn't know what I was doing. Suddenly, I started running for no reason. I stopped at the end of the street on the corner of Harper and Dortrey. Oh no this was-

"Hello my Mimi." I heard a voice say behind me. I turned around and my father was standing behind me. I turned the other way to run, but he popped up infront of me.

"Why do you run Sweetie? Oh yes, because it's your fault." Tears started streaming down my face. I yanked my arm, but he had an iron grip."I'm dead because you! You dare call yourself my little girl?! Ha!" He finally let go. I turned to run ten times, but everywhere I looked, he was there." Look at what you did to me!" I closed my eyes. " I said fucking look!" I turned to see half of his body burned to ashes. Blood was dripping from his mouth. " I did my share. Now, it's your turn." suddenly, I was in a ring of fire. The fire kept drawing closer, and closer.

"NO! PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS!"  I screamed, but no one was there, not Louis, my mother, brother, or my father. "NO! NO! NO!"

"NO!!!" I screamed waking up out of my sleep. A dream. I was shaking. All of a sudden, Louis busted into my room. He saw me shaking and ran over to my bed.

Louis' POV

"Shhh. It's okay baby." I said as she cried in my arms. She had a nightmare about her father. 

"Nothings been the same Louis. Nightmares, panic attacks, depression. All because of that day." she said slowing down her crying a bit.

"Everythings going to be alright babe."

"As long as you're here with me, I know everything will be alright." she said. I felt her lay on my shoulder.

"Just don't stress yourself out love, the wedding is tomorrow. You need sleep." I was about to leave, but she grabbed my wrist.

"Don't leave. Please." I layed back down beside her. Well wern't in love, but we were close. At least I was close.

"Have you ever kissed anyone Lou?" she asked.

"Nope." I said popping the P.  I really haven't. I never had a serious relationship. "Have you?"

"No. I wanted to save my first kiss for marriage. I know it's cheesy."

"Not really. I feel the same way." 

"Can I be completely honest with you?"

"Yeah.."

"I'm afraid to have my first kiss..." even in the dark I could see her cheeks turn a dark shade of red.

"Nothings wrong with that." I said trying to make her feel better.

"Louis, do you want our first baby to be a boy or girl?" She said.

"Boy."

"Why?"

"So, if we have a girl for our second child, her older brother can protect her." she looked up at me and smiled. She was convinced with my answer. "Tommy Tomlinson. How does that sound?"

"Cute." I don't care how many girls I have to have. I want a son. "Now get some sleep love."  After about 10 minutes I heard her heavy breathing.

Amira's POV

"WAAAKE UUP LOVELY!" I heard someone scream and jump on by bed. I slowly opened my eyes to see my best friend Taylor jumping on my bed. 

"Ugghh. What time is it?" I said.

"8:30! Now up, up up! It's your wedding day!" A couple days after I met Louis, Taylor met Harry. I was interviewed with Harry.  "UPPP!!!"

"That's it!" I knocked her legs from beneath her. She tumbled off the bed. I burst into laughter.

"What the hell?!" She screamed. I finally got up. I hopped in the shower and slipped on some shorts and a sweatshirt. Nothing fancy. It was my mother, Taylor, my sister, Lou's mother, and his sister. We drove down to the nail salon. My wedding was at 4:45. I got a manicure and a pedicure. By the time we all got our nails done, it was 11:30.

"I don't want to get my hair done! MY HAIR IS THE DEVIL!" said Taylor. I held up one of her ginger locks. Her emerald green eyes looked into mine. As I sat down, she began to talk again.

"I can't WAIT to see your wedding dress!" she said. I walked over to the sink as the lady wased my hair. She gave me a few blonde high lights, and started to curl it.  I looked over at Taylor who was about to dose off. She had a smile on her face. I could tell that she was thinking about her and Harry's wedding day.

"Alright sweetie! All done!" said the Stylist. I got up and took a good look at my hair. It was in beautiful spiral curls and was pinned back up top. A pretty hair barrette was inserted into my hair.

"I abosolutley love it!!!" I screamed jumping up and down. I settled down so I wouldn't mess it up. While I waited for my bridesmaids to fisnish getting their hair done, Louis called me.

"Hello?"

"Hello Darling! Hows it going?"

"Everything's going fine. I just finished getting my hair done, and I'm waiting for my bridesmaids hair to be finished. Dammit its 1:30!" I said into the phone.

"It's alright love! The wedding at 4:45 anyway. Just chill babe."

"Okay. I can't wait to see you."

"Me either babe." Taylor yelled for me to come on as they were walking out the door.

"Hey, I've got to go. See you at the alter?"

"See you at the alter." I hung up and jogged over to Taylor. We drove back to Louis's to get on our dresses. A couple of day ago, I picked out some beautiful bridesmaids dresses with orange, pinks, reds, and mauve in it.  Spring colors. It was the end of March so why not? All my wedding colors were orange, pink, red, and mauve. I'm not the one that plans what the venue looks like, so that will be a surprise.

When we arrived at Louis house, it was time to get my make up done. Louis's mother was in charge of that. She got out this ginormous box of cosmetics and started painting my face with eye shadow, eye liner, lipstick, foundation, and mascara. My face felt light and airy despite all the make up that was piled on it. I took a look in the mirror when she was finish. I was no longer teenager. I was a woman.