"Hi."
That's all the message said. I'd finally gotten the courage to email Niall. It's been 7 months since the wedding and so far we haven't said a single word to each other. After being attacked by Laura at the hotel I was too afraid to try talking to him.
Just as I clicked "send" my phone rang. Harry.
"Hello?"
"Hey babe," he answered. "I'll be there in 10 minutes. Are you almost ready?"
"I think so. But I'm not sure about this dress," I said, looking down at the purple dress I was wearing.
"Mindy, you look beautiful in anything. I can't wait to see it. Now go get ready. I'll be there in a bit."
Harry is such a gentleman. After our escapade in Hawaii after the wedding, we stayed in contact. When I found out that he lives only 30 minutes from me we started dating and eventually became an official couple. To be honest, it feels good to have someone in my life. I've been able to keep my feelings for Niall out of my mind.
Tonight we were going to Harry's sister, Gemma's, wedding. It was my first wedding since Niall's, and I was planning to stay as sober as possible this time around.
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As we stood for Gemma's walk down the aisle, I couldn't help but picture Niall's wedding. How perfect Niall looked up on the alter, surrounded by beautiful flowers...how absolutely stunning Laura was in her dress...how Eleanor cried when they exchanged "I do's"...All weddings are too much alike. I don't want to be reminded of what happened.
The ceremony was quick and sweet. Soon enough we were at the Styles' house, where the reception was being held. The patio had been changed into a dancefloor, with a disco ball hanging over the top and a DJ set up along the side. Tables set with fancy center pieces and there was even a bouncy house for the kids. There were even rose pedals floating in the pool...good thing Harry and I were staying here tonight. We might be able to use this.
"Marry Me" by Train began to play as Gemma and her new husband took the dance floor. How cliché.
During the last chorus Harry took my hand and escorted me onto the dance floor to dance alongside the newlyweds. Just as he pulled me close, I felt my phone vibrate from inside his jacket (where I'd slipped it during the ceremony since I was stupid enough not to bring a bag). He pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to me after seeing me jump. It could be just anyone, but I had a bad feeling it was Niall. What was I going to say to him? What should I do? I turned on my phone and saw exactly what I'd expected...Niall.
I don't know whether I was excited or terrified to see what was in that text. I opened the message and what came next was the worst moment of my life.
I couldn't hold back the tears as I read:
"I wish you could be here with me to celebrate. I'm gonna be a dad!........"
I stopped reading then. The word "dad" made me choke. Niall was going to be a......dad.
Before I knew it I was running back to the car. I couldn't let people see me like this. I could hear Harry behind me. "Mindy! Mindy, baby, what's wrong?"
Just as I turned the corner to the front of the house I tripped and fell to the ground, tearing my dress and falling into a puddle of mud. Harry was there almost instantly.
"Baby, what was that? Are you alright?"
I handed him the phone and as he read, his grip on me became tighter.
"I'm so sorry," he said. "Do you want to go to the shower?"
"What shower?" I asked.
He handed the phone back to me. I wiped my eyes and continued reading:
"...We're having a baby shower on Saturday at our house. It'd mean the world if you came."
"So, do you want to go?" Harry asked me.
"Yes."
