My Four Leaf Clover~ Squeal to The Luck of The Irish

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

I took a shaky breath as the doors opened. Before me I saw all the familiar faces that I loved an cared about. I saw my four beautiful bridesmaids at the front beside the four best men. My little angel in her small blue dress holding her little bundle of flowers. She had a cheeky grin on her face. I was getting closer to the top of the aisle now. Closer to my future. I was careful not to trip in my new white heels to match my dress. I didn't feel safe until Id made it. I stopped and took the hand of my groom. I smiled proudly at him, and he beamed back. His beautiful eyes mesmerising me until he bent down to my ear and whispered.

'I love you Emma'

I looked at his blonde hair, his fit tight body in a tuxedo. Our four best mates behind him. I glanced at the my little daughter. She was giggling. I squeezed his hand and whispered back.

'I love you too Niall'

I woke with a jump. It had been nearly a week since I'd see Niall so I wasn't sure what had brought on such a weird dream. I hadn't been sleeping right though. The fact that my wedding was in one week and three days scared the crap out of me. All week I'd been organising none stop. Then my mum called and asked could I move the ceremony to a small chapel in Wolverhampton. I thought this was a sweet idea so I agreed. Finally after everything my wedding was complete. I had everything I needed now. Everything. But that scares me even more.

I untangled myself from Alex and crept out of bed in my white tank top and girl boxers. Rosie had been staying a lot with the boys because I've had so much to do. On top of the wedding I've had their clothes to sort out so it wasn't easy.

I got to the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea. I looked at the kitchen clock, it read only 3:15am. Damn. I thought back to a time. Four years ago. I woke up early, only that time it was excitement. I had the world at my feet. I was only starting to fall for Niall and to me we were always going to be together. Always. I remember that early on the summer morning I sat on the counter of the kitchen when I heard Nialls cough. How we talked. Told him secrets. Even though I'd only known him for a short time I knew I could trust him. I knew from that first night in the tree house to the last time after he came home for Christmas. I knew he was the one. I thought I couldn't find anyone else. Anyone to take his place. Take the place of his gentle, loving kisses. Take the places of his warm cosy hugs. The way he laughed at everything and I felt instantly at ease with his touch. The feeling of relief when my lips finally met his after years of separation. How badly I wanted to do it. Go all the way. I thought back to every feeling I ever had about Niall. But from the early stages it was a blur.

Then I remembered my diary. How I kept every feeling about him in that little book. I hesitated against going to look for it but eventually I gave in and made my way into the small attic cupboard. I flicked on the light and hastily walked across the room to a large cardboard box that hadn't been opened in years. I blew of the thick layer of dust that covered the lid and had a rummage threw. There was a lot old things in there. Old toys, school books, paintings and my photo albums.. I opened one named 'Nialler and I' It started off as the first day I ever met him and the boys. It was nice photo I guess but we looked so young. The next was the original photograph of us in front o the sunset. The next was the photo of the night we went out. We looked so innocent and it's obvious we didn't know we'd be lying in each others arms that night. The fourth was on the plane to New York taking random photos of us with large sunglasses on and magazines on our heads. The next 5 or 6 were in New York. In front of the Eiffel Tower. With a woman dressed as the Statue of Liberty. In Central Park. A cute one of us kissing at night time in Times Square. There was one from a photo booth. The first was us sticking our tongues out. Another two was Niall kissing my cheek and me pulling a weird face. It's was cute though. Then There was one that Louis managed to get a sneaky photo off and I cringed every time I saw it. Even though I secretly loved it. It was Niall lying back on the bed of the Hotel while I sat on his lower stomach whispering in his ear. That was the last photo I put in the book. The page after read 'And many more years of memories to complete'