NIALL’S P.O.V.
“Alright, so tomorrow we get started setting up, right? Like what exactly are we meant to do?”
Liam hums a chuckle as he takes another sip of his beer.
“This is why he didn’t give you the details. I love you, but you’re a shit planner, Nialler.”
“Oi, come off it! I’m asking now, aren’t I?”
Liam nods a frank apology and glances over at Zayn and Perrie. She’s seated on his lap, arms crossed and resting on the table in their kitchen.
“Don’t worry about it, boys. El and I have it all planned out; we just need your muscles for the brunt work.”
Eleanor rolls her eyes and stirs her drink with the tiny cocktail straw sunk in her vodka.
“They’re worthless and you know it. But, yes. We should plan on getting there at like seven, alright?”
“Fucking ‘ell! Seven? In the mornin’?”
Zayn looks positively destroyed at the thought of waking up that early, causing Liam and I to laugh
hysterically at his facial expression.
“Yes, seven, babe. I’ll make sure you’re up, don’t worry.”
“You better wake me up with a blowie or I ain’t gettin’ out of bed.”
Perrie scoffs in exaggerated terror at her fiancé’s choice of words.
“No promises love, but you will be getting out of bed at six.”
“Six?! I thought El said seven!”
We laugh again at the spectacle he’s making over what time his alarm will go off.
“We’re gonna be there at seven, mate.”
Liam reminds him kindly but Zayn is still pouting as if it’s the end of the world.
“Anyway, to answer your question, Niall, we need to set everything up. There will be tables, chairs, and other furniture delivered at eight, so before that we can just make sure everything else is in place. We’ll have to ensure that there is room for all the stuff they’re delivering. I don’t know exactly how everything is set up at the house. We’ll see when we get there.”
“So, you haven’t been there either, El?”
She shakes her head before Liam’s even done asking.
“I feel hella special then.”
Liam and I practically shoot daggers at Zayn.
“He took you?”
Zayn chuckles and Perrie slaps his arm.
“You weren’t supposed to tell them. Besides, you know he only took you because he knew you could keep it a secret from Harry.”
I laugh as his own fiancé shoots him down, but it serves him right for being a right ass.
“Whatevs. It’s awesome, though. There should be plenty of room.”
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HARRY’S P.O.V.
I woke up to an intercom telling us that we had arrived in our port and the time we spent gathering our things and making it back to the car seemed like a blur. I’m finally waking up by the time we are driving on an Irish back road.
“So this is Rosslare?”
Louis nods his head, obviously still a bit sleepy from our nap.
“I can drive, babe. You drove the whole way in the UK and you look tired.”
