The Fatal Flaw | LT

LXXVII

CHAPTER LXXVII

August

"Why is your bachelorette party so early?" Louis asked, walking inside my closet as I was curling my hair.

"Gemma and Perrie are going on that charity trip for three weeks. They'll be arriving the day before the wedding." I explained dropping the curler for a moment to talk to him.

"Then why not have it that night?" He asked as he leant down to wrap his arms around me.

"I am not getting piss drunk on the night before my wedding and probably feel hung-over on my wedding day." I chuckled, reaching up to hold his arms. "They were pushing it when I said yes to this bachelorette party, I didn't even want to have one but I said yes for their sakes."

"That makes sense." He nodded before kissing me. "Remember, I am not giving you a guilt-free pass."

"And even if you did, I'm not going to use it." I said my lips an inch away from his.

"That's my girl." He laughed. "I trust you; just go have fun, yeah?"

"Yes, now go leave, I only have half an hour before they come and get me." I laughed as I pushed him away from me. He feigned hurt but shot me a cheeky wink as he left the room.

I successfully curled my hair without burning it or myself, and I was glad of the output since it wasn't too curly, it was just like my normal wavy hair but tamer.

The white glittery body con dress that the girls have picked for me stood out from all of my hanged clothes as it sparkles in the white light. I put it on, feeling ridiculous but hot at the same time seeing it has a built in push-up bra that made my boobs look bigger and rounder. I wasn't totally skinny and the dress hugged my curves perfectly. The red glittery heels Perrie insisted I wear alongside the dress was soon worn by me and I swear I became taller.

"Babe the girls are wondering if you-." Louis halted once he saw me, his eyes widening and I felt my cheeks getting heated. "Perrie let me call you back."

"You don't like it? Because I can go change." I pointed to my closet. "It's just the girls insisted I wear this and do my makeup like this and it's okay if you don't like it, I'm sure I can find something to wear that's more appropriate-."

Louis cut me off by placing his lips on mine, my eyes widening for a second before I kissed back but I remembered I was wearing red lipstick.

"Uh." I pushed him away with a giggle. "Red lipstick."

"I'm reconsidering letting you go." He fake-pondered, tapping his chin with his index finger.

"I'm not going to do anything stupid." I threw my head back in a giggle, before placing my lips on his again for a quick peck.

"I can't believe I'm marrying you in less than a month." He whispered as he placed his forehead against mine.

"Me too." I breathed out and we stayed that way for a couple of seconds before his ringtone cut us off.

"Yes, Perrie?" He answered with a silly smile. "Yes, she's ready...yes, you can pick her up...no, absolutely not...no strippers Perrie! I'm putting my baby in your hands!"

I laughed lightly at his conversation with Perrie before I turned around and bent down to retrieve my purse and upon doing so, I felt a hand smack my arse.

I glared at Louis playfully as he held a cheeky smile as she continues to list up rules with Perrie as if I was a child.

"... Perrie, yes you can get her piss drunk as long as one of you will stay sober and look out for the lot of you." Louis said, making me smile at how concerned he was getting. He was still my same old Louis. "Okay, bye, have fun you lot."