Damaged - N.H.

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"Have you picked colors yet?"

"What style dress were you thinking?"

"Did you decide on a location?"

"Have you picked a date yet?"

"GUYS!" I finally yelled.

Stacy and Liz both closed their mouths, staring at me with wide eyes.

"One thing at a time!" I said, exasperated.

The three of us were sitting on the floor of Niall's living room, wedding magazines sprawled out around us. I guess technically it's my living room now too, but I still couldn't get used to saying that.

It had been three months since our trip to Ireland, as well as the engagement and I was just now getting started with wedding plans. Things had been going smoothly for me and Niall and we had been spending some well deserved time just enjoying each other's company. We publicly announced our engagement a week after we returned home from Ireland, and to my surprise, the general public took it better than I thought they would. Niall wasn't as concerned by people's reactions as I was, but I had yet to grow the thick skin he had from being in the public eye for so long.

Thankfully, Niall's family was supportive and all of our friends were totally thrilled for us. Especially after knowing everything we had been through together. My relationship with Liz had mended over time and we had become close yet again, despite my former reservations. She and Harry were still dating and it seemed to be pretty serious. They both had changed a lot since they got together and it suited them well. The four of us had a lot of double date nights, and more often than not we were joined by Stacy and Dan. They were still going strong and living happily together in my former apartment.

"You okay, Jules?" Liz asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

"I'm fine. I just don't even know where to begin. There's so much to do!" I sighed.

Liz and Stacy exchanged glances. They knew immediately when I would start to get overwhelmed and anxious.

"Like you said, one thing at a time. We're here for whatever you need." Stacy offered. "Why don't you try to pick a date first and we'll go from there?"

"Hey, ladies." Niall grinned, finally home from the studio after 9 hours. On a Saturday, none-the-less. He bent down, pecking me on the lips before scanning the magazines littering the floor. "Productive day?"

I scowled and Niall raised his eyebrows, looking to Liz and Stacy for help.

"We're going to head out, it's getting late. Call later?" Liz asked.

I nodded, waving goodbye to them as they let themselves out. Niall came and sat down beside me, helping me stack the magazines and place them on the coffee table.

"Are you alright, love?" He asked hesitantly.

I sighed. "I'm a little overwhelmed. Planning a wedding in itself is stressful, but planning a celebrity wedding is a whole different story. There's so much pressure for everything to be perfect and the thought of all those people watching me--"

"Don't take this the wrong way," Niall interjected. "But what the hell are you talking about?"

"Your publicist called me last night." I stated.

"She did?" He asked, clearly confused. "Why would Ambrosia call you?"

"She didn't tell you? I thought you knew. She wanted to go over wedding stuff with me. She said it had to be big and bold because this was "Niall Horan's Wedding"." I said, using air quotes at the end. "She told me I need to find a venue that can fit at least 250 people. She also suggested we find a wedding planner because it's going to be a lot of work."