Chapter 11:
Sorry this took so long! I’ve been pretty busy with softball (my team just won the championship today, 7/17/12!) and being out of ideas… BUT, like I promised, I am still going to update. I'm actually really excited about the end of this story. I have it all planned out.
As a wise woman once said, IT'S STORY TIME MOTHERDUCKERS.
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(Harry)
Skylar groans loudly for about the seventh time this afternoon. As I am walking down the stairs, I ask her, "Sky, what do you keep groaning about?"
"I'm planning the wedding," she answers simply.
"And...?"
"There's just so much to plan!" she exclaims. "There's the setting, the reception, the flowers, the guests... And don't even get me started about the bridesmaids' dresses!"
“Should we just hire a wedding planner?” I suggest.
“No,” Sky snaps. “We have to do this by ourselves.”
I hold my hands up in surrender. “Fine. Just don’t get too stressed out.”
“That’s impossible!” Sky says. “I’m already really really really stressed.”
“Let me hire a wedding planner,” I beg. “All that stress can’t possibly be good for you or the babies.”
“I can do this, Harry,” she insists. “I’ll be fine. I’m used to stress. But, I swear, if one more person cancels on me—“ Suddenly, her phone that I got for her a while back starts to ring. She clicks the ‘talk’ button. “Hello?” She pauses as the other person talks. I flinch as Sky shouts, “What do you mean you can’t deliver that many flowers?!” The other person talks quickly, obviously trying not to anger Sky even more. Sky groans and hangs up.
“Who was that?” I ask.
“The florist. Apparently, you can’t order 70 pounds of flowers,” she replies furiously. “That’s it. Harry, hire a wedding planner. I can’t take this!”
I smile at her and take my phone out of my pocket. “Don’t worry about a thing. I know someone who’s a brilliant wedding planner.”
Sky breathes a sigh of relief. “Good. We should just hang out at home today.”
“Sounds good to me,” I agree as I scroll through my contacts to find the right number. When I find the number, I call the lady. I quickly schedule for her to arrange the wedding for Sky and me.
After I get off the phone, Sky and I sit on the couch in the living room and turn on the television. The sports channel is on.
"Funny, you never struck me as a sports guy," Sky comments.
"Well, I have to stay updated, just in case someone asks me about it," I explain. Sky doesn't say anything. She stares off at something next to the TV. "What're you thinking about?" I ask her.
"I'm trying to figure out what that book is next to the television," she answers. "I didn't feel like asking."
I get up and grab the book, which turned out to be a photo album. "It's full of photos," I tell her.
"Let's look at it," Sky says.
I sit back down next to her and flip through the photo album. It was filled with my baby pictures. Sky gasps. "Look at you! You were such a cute baby!"
"Yeah, well..."
"You didn't have your curly hair when you were younger," she points out.
"It didn't come until later," I tell her.
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FanfictionSkylar Harris makes a trip to London, England after her parents die in a gondola accident back in Italy. She meets One Direction's Harry Styles (though she has no idea who he is or who One Direction is), who takes her into his home. She'll learn how...
