Can't Make Up My Mind (Nouis & Zouis)

Chapter Thirty Four - Funeral

Louis' POV

I sat down on the bed when I entered the room, waiting for Niall to finish getting ready. Despite making no attempt to be quiet Niall didn't notice me enter. I watched his as he adjusted his tie in the mirror, clearly struggling to do it, you'd of thought after five years at high school he would know how to tie one but his shaking hands were causing him to fiddle with it uselessly.

He stopped trying and dropped his arms to his side, his body wrenching as he let out an almost silent sob. I instantly jumped up and ran to his side. "Niall?" I asked, knowing it was useless trying to get him to talk when he was about to start crying his eyes out.

To my surprise, he held back his tears, looking up to me. "I forgot Lou." He said simply with watery eyes.

"What did you forget?" I questioned, placing both my hands on his arms and squeezing them tightly.

"How to do a tie." He replied, another sob escaping.

"Oh Niall." I said, pulling him in for a tight hug before realising him and doing his tie for him. He leaned into my chest and wrapped his arms around me, sighing as he tried to stop the now overflowing tears. "It will all be over after today, you can say goodbye properly."

"I know." Niall muttered.

I knew today was going to be hard, not only did Niall have to say goodbye to Daisy once and for all, but Daniel was moving in afterwards.

I realised Niall, who was calmer now. I realised he was no where near ready when I took a look at his messy hair and tear stained face, so I went downstairs and switched on the T.V. I decided on one of them Sunday morning cooking shows.

It seemed like over an hour, but Niall soon appeared in the doorway. "Shall we go?" He asked whilst straightening his blazer. He was wearing one of the suits we'd had from an award ceremony, I couldn't quite remember which but he looked amazing never the less. I knew it wasn't the right time to tell him but he definitely suited fancy clothes.

I looked at my watch to check the time, it would take us about four hours to get to Manchester, not including the time spent looking around for the church since we would probably get lost. It was only nine o clock now but it started at half one so it wasn't to bad timing.

"Ummhmm." I got up and switched off the T.V, setting out to find my decent shoes, since I'd forgotten where I purposely placed them so I'd be able to find them.

When I finally spotted them in the corner of the kitchen, I rushed through to hallway where Niall was waiting.

I had to turn the car around, but soon we made it out of our grounds and were driving through the busy streets of London.

We ended up having a light hearted conversation about Liam and Danielles up and coming wedding, on Tuesday Niall and I had to go for suit fittings. Niall had also gotten a sneaky look at Danielle's wedding dress accidentaly when we had been at Harry's earlier in the week and he walked in when Danni was showing Sally a picture. 

Luckily there was no traffic on the motorway, and we made it to Manchester quicker than I had expected, but ended up screaming in frustration when we realised we were in fact lost.

"Please do a U-Turn when possible" The Sat-Nav said for the fifties time.

"SHUT UP YOU STUPID BITCH MACHINE!" Niall shouted, hitting the Sat-Nav so hard it cracked slightly and went black. "Ooops." Niall mumbled, staring at it in shock.

"Niall, you idiot." I said, careful not to sound too angry.

"Shush, we'll probably get further without it." Niall retorted, sticking his tounge out me.