Misadventure (One Direction)

20 - Changes

Finally, the chapter ya'll have been waiting for! Happy Wedding Day!

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Saturday, March 22nd, 12:02AM

The front door opened abruptly. The boys happened to enter the house moments later. Luckily, it did it startled the brunettes. They were waiting for their opinions of their secret performance. It just happened that the cousins were still commenting about their performance, too.

Louis spoke, "Did you lads enjoy yourselves?"

Harry and Niall grinned.

"You should have been the one enjoying yourself," Harry replied.

"Oh c'mon! I saw you guys shriek when you found out it was 'em!" Louis laughed thereafter. Harry flushed and Niall burst out laughing.

"Well, mate, I couldn't help myself. I didn't know they could sing so stunningly in Spanish!" contributed Liam.

"Who wouldn't agree?" asked Harry. Liam smiled at the thought of the oldest brunette.

"Those girls..." he said with dreamy brown eyes," I loved their performance!"

"Sorry to interrupt you mates, but we have to catch some sleep," Zayn said in a tired tone.

In the brunettes room, Lesley approved, "Ha! Told you!"

The brunettes were smiling just at the thought of the night.

Back in the living room one of the boys said, "Huh?"

"What Niall? Hearing stuff...?" guessed Liam.

"No... let's head to bed. I'm tired. Tomorrow is the wedding." Niall shrugged and went to the hallway with a soft wave of goodbye.

"'Night Nialler!" hollered Harry, rushing to give him a hug. Niall laughed and returned each of them a hug.

"Oi! The girls are asleep!" hissed Zayn.

"Wow! Don't get all defensive. We're going to beat 'em tomorrow, right?" joked Louis, then smiled.

Minutes later, all of them fell to a deep sleep.

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3:24PM

The fresh, clear drops landed softly on the petals. The grass seemed to have froze momentarily, as if dumbfounded with the appearance of the following people. The three brunettes, Lesley, Vanessa and Stephanie waited nervously by the entrance of the tent. Vanessa stepped into the rose-red archway. They decided on a table that was close to the main table, but not to close either.

They hoped to catch a glimpse of the groom, bride and groomsmen.

The gleaming sun did not bothered. The balance between warmth and the soft breeze made everything feel comfortable. As the place started to fill up, some people finalized setting the twinkling lights, sound check on the stage and arranging final center pieces.

Out of their thought, the red head and the Aussies they have met yesterday went up to their table. Just as they seated the trumpets started playing. The rhythm was not ferocious. It had a soft, welcoming tempo. Then a black-dressed figure stood right in front the podium. He was prepared to unify the lives of Louis and Eleanor. With respect, the crowd rose up and faced the opening of the tent.

A little girl emerged from the archway. With her white basket, she threw red petals as she walked down the aisle. People awed and smiled. Then a boy, a bit taller, sped down the aisle, wanting to get his role--ring boy--over with.