Zayn POV:
Harry and I were on our way to the mall, particularly to Divine, the wedding apparel store. We had a meeting there for 11:15 to get our tuxes fitted. I had dropped of Perrie at Niall’s an hour earlier for them to bond over planning the wedding, I completely trust their expertise, well maybe not Niall’s since he wore pink pants with a neon yellow shirt last week, whatever I still love the guy. Harry and I get out of my car and head to the nearest mall entrance.
“Hey bro, Niall just texted me, the colors are cream, and olive.”
“Cream and olive? What does that even mean?”
“Like an off white, and a forest green” Harry explained, he was more into the gist of all that since Niall was into those things. Perrie on the other hand was into hair, just like me. I f my hair was not perfect everyday I would not be leaving the house, The only person who could touch my hair was Perrie, but only if she was styling it, otherwise people beware of my wrath.
“So will Niall be wearing white?”
“I don’t know” says Harry.
“Soooo, not trying to be rude but…”
“Just spit it out Zayn.”
“Would Niall be more like the girly, feminine type or the football, beer type?”
“Umm.. probably a mix of both, he loves football, hates beer, loves fashion and shopping. Yeah pretty much a decent mix.”
“That’s not what I really meant, I was wondering who was more of the, pardon my words, the girlier one out of you two?”
“Niall hands down, I love him so much, I treat him like a guy, look at him as a guy, and respect him as a guy, but I accept his quirks for things that most guys wont normally do.”
“That’s really sweet bro, you really got a good one.”
“You too Zayn, never take Perrie for granted she is the best thing to have ever happened to you.”
“I know, I love her more than words can explain.”
Harry POV:
When Zayn and I entered Divine a small perky woman with blonde hair and big boobs comes up to meet us. She flips her hair and giggles obviously trying to flirt with us. First of all I am gay and second of all Zayn is with Perrie, what was this bitch thinking?
“Like hello! You guys are like here for like an appointment right?” she said acting super ditzy so we would notice her.
“Yes, appointment for Styles and Malik.”
“So are your lucky women making an appearance?” she asks.
“Um no my fiancé is out with his fiancé he is making wedding books.”
“Wait did you just say he?”
“Uh yeah, do you have a problem with that?”
“You just don’t really give off the gay vibe.”
“Um thanks?” I say, not knowing what to say to that.
“So is your fiancé a girl or a boy?” she says turning to Zayn.
“A girl, her name is Perrie, Perrie Edwards.”
“P-P-P-Perrie?” she says grasping for air, poor girl looks like she just saw a ghost.
“Yes Perrie, do you know her?” I ask, this girl was really weird, when would be fitted for our tuxes? This was taking forever.
“Just let me go get the tailor” she runs off into the back room and a tall slim woman with long brown hair walks out.
“What can I do ya for?” she says in a strong accent, probably Russian.
“We want two tuxes, different of course, but they need to coordinate with the colors cream and olive.
“Of course, of course Zayn and Harry! Your fiancé’s sent over all your measurements and preferences earlier, I just finished the suits.”
“Wow really? That was fast?”
“Yes only small alterations were needed for each of yours, a little splash of color and you are mwah! Perfection!”
She brings out a clothing rack and files through the bags frantically looking at the tags to find our names. She hands the smaller bag to Zayn, him being only 5’ 8” and me being 5’ 11”. It was sort of funny though since Perrie is as tall as me, and Niall is taller than Zayn by about an inch or two. The tuxedo’s looked amazing, they were form fitting and elegant, perfect for our wedding. The basic frame of them was the same but we had different shirts and different ties so we didn’t look like gnards
“These are perfect” I say thanking the kind woman.
“If I may ask, what is the name of the blonde who works here?” Asks Zayn.
“Georgia, Georgia Flack. You may have noticed the name from the news, her sister died after trying to kill two boys. She was away in Dublin at fashion school and came to work for me at the start of June.”
“Thanks, Have a good day.”
“You too!” she said waving at us.
Caroline had a sister, who knew Perrie. This wasn’t going to be pretty.
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Heart to Heart (Narry Fanfic)
Подростковая литератураNiall moved from Mullingar, Ireland to Holmes Chapel, England to have met some great friends. Two years later he develops feelings for his friend Harry Styles. Highschool is hard enough as it is but when he comes out to his friends who knows if ever...
