More Than Forever

Second Thoughts?

            "I like the gray one best." Zayn beamed. Smirking, Niall jerked off the white blazer, and tossed it onto the tailor. "Um, Mr. Horan, we have a lovely selection of gray blazers in the back."

"I know." he grumbled.

"Would you like me to fetch them?"

"Sure." he grumbled.

"What about ties?"

"Whatever." he grumbled.

                "Niall, stop grumbling!" Zayn laughed, "We agreed I could choose the tuxs!"

"I know! I just didn't know I'd have to try on a hundred of them while you sit there and look pretty! I have got to piss and I am starving. I need food."

"Okay, okay. Calm down. Try on one more and we'll leave."

"Fine but it better be the last one or I'm gonna eat your hand." 

"Here you are, Mr. Horan." the tailor smiled as he handed Niall the final suit. Niall snatched it, stripped down, and yanked it on in front of everyone. The tailor's face turned bright red. He cleared his throat and adjusted his bow tie, "What do you think?"

Sighing, Niall stared at himself in the mirror, "I like the black. I look fat in this."

"Niall, we had an agreement."

"I know."

"You choose the food. I choose the tuxs."

"I know."

"Please....please baby." Zayn pouted and stepped up to Niall. Niall smirked then nodded, "I agree." he forced himself to smile. 

                After the tailoring, Niall devoured some Nando's. "When are our mums coming?" Zayn asked while reading over his "wedding agenda".

"I dunno." Niall said with his mouthful. 

"Well, I need to know. I have to write it down."

"Aren't you taking things a little too seriously?"

"I dunno. Am I?"

"I think so."

Frowning, Zayn shrugged, "Isn't this supposed to be the best day of our lives?"

"I wouldn't mind if we eloped to Spain. That would be boss."

"Spain aye? ....Naughty Nialler. I like that." Zayn grinned, "But we already have the suits paid for so that won't happen."

                Niall took another bite of his food, "I'm starving."

"I know you are. I'm sorry I kept you so long in the tailor."

"No problem."

"I know you're pissed at me."

"I am, yes."

"Is your bladder sore?"

"Mhmmmm!"

"Sorry." Zayn giggled then took a sip of his drink, "I'm excited though. Won't it be great being married?"

"Yes. Of course it will be." Niall smiled then kissed Zayn, "Let me eat and I'll be less cranky."

"Alright." Zayn chuckled. 

               Niall ate alone in the den while Zayn talked to his mother on the telephone, "Yes, Mum! You and Maura should fly out here soon! I'm so excited!" 

Sighing, Niall took another bite of his breakfast. He felt sick in the pit of his stomach. He felt like vomitting--because he was having second thoughts.