*Warning this chapter contains violence, gore, and sexually explicit content. Viewers discretion is advised.*
*NOT EDITED*
10,000+ words!! Okuurt!
~You are cordially invited to the union of Ellisandra Juniper Waters and Harry Edwards Styles~
Guest List:
Kelsey Quince
Alverich Ross
Cecilia Ross
Josie Malik
Mateo Malik
Javadd Malik
Zayn Malik
Kate Payne
Daniel Payne
Roxanne Rouge
Daria Rouge
Asher Yin
Ava Kaven
Frita Saiteik
Liam Payne
Louis Tomlinson
Niall Horan
Tyler Joseph
Ring Bearers:
Mateo and Javadd Malik
Place:
Private beach in Fiji
Time:
Wedding start at 12:00 pm
Reception at Ciesta Villa 1:30 pm
*RSVP not needed*
5 months later
Deep breaths.
Take deep breaths Ellie.
In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose, out through the mou-
"Ughhh!" Something else came out through my mouth as I continued to throw up in the toilet. Stupid deep breathing exercises didn't work to quench this nausea.
When I'm finished throwing up the clear liquid, my breakfast was literally water, imagine throwing up hot water, the person holding my hair sighs. Groaning, I rest my head on my arm against the porcelain seat, so that their grip on my hair loosens. " I know that you're my Maid of Honor, but I promise I won't get mad if you wanna dip out for this. I'm just nervous about today."
Today is the day of Harry and I's wedding and nerves are flowing through me like tiny knives. I've been throwing up for at least 20 minutes and it's horrible. I have no doubts about marrying the man I love, it's just that I'm afraid I'll do something stupid. It's also about the fact that my parents are not here to witness the happiest day of my life. I find myself missing my mom, and what could've been and even though I vowed to hate him, I find myself feeling the loss of my father not walking me down the aisle. Just a little bit though.
Harry and I have had long talks about this, about if I wanted someone to walk me down the aisle or if I wanted to walk alone. I chose to go at it solo but, now I'm not sure if I made the right decision.
The person holding my hair back rolls her brown eyes and scowls at me."As the Maid of Honor, my job is to assist the bride in whatever she needs. That's exactly what I'm going to do, so shut up."
I know that I told her she could leave, but I'm happy that she stayed.
We wait for another ten minutes, and when I don't yak again, she slowly helps me to stand. Making our way back to the dressing room area, I see Kelsey hovering, with a worried expression. She has various makeup supplies spread out on the huge vanity and she's thankfully holding some medicine. Finally plopping in the chair, I take the medicine gratefully.
"Now, I need to make sure that everyone else is in place. Are you good El?" I look up from my chair to really look at Daria in her Maid of Honor dress. It is a long sequined rose gold dress with thin straps and a modest slit up one side. Surprisingly, I picked out her dress and she nearly passed out from finding out that I at least have some fashion sense. Her dark curly hair is straightened and flows down her back. Her makeup is minimal, but Daria doesn't need it anyway. She looks so grown up and mature, that I nearly teared up wen I first saw her. She and Louis probably would've teased me for it, so I reigned in my emotions.
A warm sense of family washes over me as she stares at me in worry, and I try to give her the best reassuring smile I can muster up.
"I'll be fine, I promise. I guess I'm just worried I'll trip down the aisle or something."
She rolls her eyes again. "Pfft. If you do that, I'll totally cover for you. Now make sure to keep still so Kelsey can do your makeup! If you need to barf again, you better call me." I smile, putting everything to the back of my mind and pushing the nausea down.
"You know, ever since you turned sixteen last month, you've been a lot more bossy." I turn to Kelsey. " One day she cursed so much over the florist she hired, that she made Louis blush! Louis! And you know how much of a potty mouth he has."
Kelsey giggles and Daria rolls her eyes again. I wonder if they'll eventually fall out of her head. "Oh shut up, you. That florist was an idiot who almost messed your wedding up. Plus, ever since you turned twenty-three in May, you and Harry have been going at it like rabbits!"
I'm the one to roll my eyes this time, and for once I'm not feeling embarrassed in the slightest. "We always go at it like rabbits. Try again."
" Ugh, whatever. I'm going to go now. Later!" I smirk as she starts to turn. "You mean that you're going to go check on Asher, right?"
Just like I expected, Daria whirls around with a slight blush on the apples of her cheeks.
"N-no! I have to make sure that everyone is in place!"
I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively. "I bet you are making sure your Ashy-poo is in place." Her blush darkens and she mumbles something about not killing the bride on her wedding day, before leaving in a huff.
Kelsey who was watching the exchange in amusement looks at me with a smirk. "That girl is a piece of work."
"That she is, but I love her like a sister." Kelsey nods. "I definitely can see why. By the way, who is Asher again?"
"Her boyfriend. We met him at the mall one day and I know they nearly love each other, but she refuses to actually call him her boyfriend for some reason. I love to tease her about him because payback is a bitch from her and Louis teasing me and Harry!"
Over the past two or three months, Kelsey and I have gotten friendly again, and I've introduced her to everyone in my life. She just doesn't know about the whole gang business and I want to keep it that way.
Kelsey chuckles at my rant and pulls back her short black and blue hair before she lays out different sizes makeup brushes. "Before I start, are you sure you're okay?" I nod, wanting to get started.
"Okay now, El. Keep still or I might just poke your eye out with a mascara wand." I'm tempted to immediately disobey, but I want to keep my eyes, so I do as she says.
As I feel the beginning soft strokes of the makeup brush, I find myself thinking about Kelsey and I. We are coworkers from when we worked at the library together, and we were kind of close. That all changed the day I met Harry. I was scared to contact her for her own safety. Even after Theo was dead and Harry bought me a phone, I hesitated to call her. But after the night that Harry proposed to me, the Demons went silent on the danger front and so I ended up deeming it safe enough to call her. I smile to myself as I think back on that day.
*flashback to 3 months ago*
Shaking out my nerves with my hands, I dial the familiar number by heart. It rings a few minutes before someone picks up sounding out of breath.
"Hello?"
"Um, hi." I mentally slap myself. That was the stupidest thing I could've said.
She pauses for a minute. "Ellie?"
"Yeah, uh, hey Kelsey."
"Are you a vampire, Ellie?"
Confused by the random question, my answer is awkward. "What? No, what kind of question is-" She cuts me off abruptly. "You damn well better be because you literally dying is the only reason I could come up with for you not contacting your supposed 'friend'."
I wince like I've been slapped. "Ouch. I guess I deserved that." She sighs heavily, sounding tired. "No, no you didn't. The boss knew that you were going to be out for a while, but she refused to tell us any details. I didn't mean to snap at you, I was just so worried that you died or something."
I frown at her words, not realizing how much Kelsey really cared for me. I always thought we were just work friends, although we did go out for the occasional drink.
"I'm sorry Kel. But I'll make it up to you. I actually called you to invite you to my wedding in 3 months."
"You're freaking engaged?!"
I look over to Harry who is sprawled out on the couch, watching some cooking competition animé. He's watching it on his new 'Trisha Paytas dressed as Zac Efron iPad' that I got him for his birthday. It's an interesting looking anime that Liam and Tyler got him into, but I refuse to watch it.
"Yeah. He makes me happy." At my words, Harry glances over at me and winks.
"Holy shit. I'm so happy for you!"
I smile, taking my eyes from my handsome man. "So does that mean you'll come?"
"Hell yes, I'll be there. Even better than that, I can do your makeup!"
We talk a little while longer about the details and when I hang up, I feel lighter.
I look over to my fiancee, remembering something Kelsey said.
"Harry?" He pauses the show and shifts his eyes to me.
"Yes? Oh, how did it go?"
"It went great, but something that Kelsey said had me thinking."
"Oh? What about?"
I study him before answering his question with a question."What did you do to keep my job?"
He freezes. "I-"
"The truth, Harry."
He sighs and rubs a hand over his face. "Fine. I may have bribed your boss with money. Like... a lot of money. Like... Bill Gates money."
I feel a bit annoyed, but I'm surprised to find that I'm not angry. Maybe if my boss was an asshole, I'd be pissed, but Janice is one of the best bosses I've ever had. Plus, my Harry looks like a scared little boy, with his floppy hair, and I just can't be mad with him.
I shrug at him, "Okay." and go back to scrolling through Instagram. I try to stifle my laugh at his put off expression, but I just manage to control myself.
He sits there for a while. "So... you're not mad?"
"I'm not mad."
Another pause.
"Wanna have make up sex?"
I laugh out loud and shake my head at him. "Why make up? I'm not even upset with you."
He shrugs. "Because make up sex is always hot and rough."
I put my phone down. "Who says that we can't be hot and rough without being angry?"
Harry's lusty eyes flip on like a switch and the rest is history.
*end of flashback*
I begin to feel horny, which is weird, so I quickly try to chase away the memories.
When I come back to my senses, I realize that Kelsey is almost finished with her work. From what I can see in the mirror, I look amazing.
I always knew Kels was into makeup but, months ago, it was more of a hobby than a profession. Now, it's the complete opposite.
She messes with my eyebrows a bit, her dark blue eyes concentrated, before standing back and smiling widely at me. "Done."
Standing slowly, I walk over to the full length mirror.
I'm wearing a flowy white robe with a rose gold bra and thong underneath. Stark white heels with red bottoms adorn my feet. My eyes travel up my newly curvy body in indifference. My body has always been on the curvy side, but very recently I've put on a few pounds, and let's just say that my ass, hips, and thighs took the fall. To my dismay, my stomach has also become a bit more plush than usual. While it makes me little uncomfortable in my own skin, Harry on the other hand can't seem to keep his hands off of me. He literally tries to find excuses to spank me, just so he can "watch that ass jiggle" as he so delicately puts it. But it's also sweet, because when we sleep, he likes to lay on my breasts and my stomach. Harry has never once made me feel bad about my body and I love him for it.
Next, I view my new hair in the mirror. I got it professionally done this morning, and it's a change but I'm in love with how it turned out. My hair was nearly to the top of my butt, and now it rests on my shoulders. The once wavy chocolate colored locks are now pin straight, dyed so dark of a brown that it looks black. Harry has yet to see me and I'm excited for his reaction.
Finally I get a look at my makeup and I am rendered speechless.
It's so flawless and natural that it looks like I'm wearing makeup, but it's not cakey at all. Kelsey did an amazing job of showcasing my natural beauty with the slightest bit of pink and gold. My bottom lash lines are covered in a vibrant pink while my eyelids are white and gold. The glossy eye shadow is gold and the sharp winged eyeliner is white. I'm not sure what she used, but whatever it was makes my slight freckles pop out and I love that. Instead of lipstick, my lips are painted in a clear but shimmering gloss that compliments everything nicely.
Turning around, I throw my arms around her. "Kelsey, you are a genius! Thank you!"
She laughs and returns the hug. "No problem! I was worried that it might be too simple, so I'm happy you like it!"
Pulling back, I try not to tear up at how perfect everything is turning out. "I can be overdramatic with my makeup at times, but simple is just what I needed for today."
Kelsey is about to respond when we're interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come in!"
"Princess, I heard you were sick and-"
Thank God I hear him before I see him. I frantically dive behind an old fashioned changing screen that was in the room and quickly throw a random towel over my head to hide my hair.
"Harry, you shouldn't be here! W-we can't see each other before the wedding!"
He scoffs. "Baby, I don't believe in bad luck. I needed to check on you. Have you been throwing up?" I sigh and am about to answer when someone coughs. "So uh, my job is done so I'll be with the other guests. El, will you be okay?"
Damn, I almost forgot that Kelsey was still in the room. "Yes. Thanks Kels." Harry also thanks her, which shocks me. They've never really talked to each other since Kelsey and I rekindled our friendship, but they are aware of each other. With a quiet, your welcome, she leaves the room. It sounds like Harry locks the door after her, but I must be hearing things.
"Harry, I don't really believe in luck either, but I wanted to surprise you."
"Well, if it's that important to you baby, then I promise that I won't look. Now tell me, why were you throwing up? Do you want me to get Alverich in here?"
"No, no. There's no need for that. I'm just nervous is all."
"Nervous?"
It's quiet for a minute, and suddenly I feel his presence behind me. "Are you nervous to marry me, baby girl?"
He whispers the words in my ear, making me shiver. Although I can't help but think how ridiculous I look with this damn towel secured onto my head.
"I'm not nervous about marrying you, Hazza. I love you and, you are the one thing in my life that I am the most sure about. I just... I miss my mom. And... it's stupid, but I kind of miss my dad too." I hang my head a bit, ashamed of my feelings. Why am I missing the man that abandoned my life?
"You're not stupid, baby. It's not stupid. I wish my family were here too, and my dad is the one who got us into that whole mess. But I know that they will be looking down at us from heaven. Your father isn't dead, but he's an idiot for ever hurting you, so he's dead in my book."
My heart warms at the thought of our families, excluding one, in heaven. "You really think they're watching us?"
"I do."
It's quiet for a moment, as I faintly think about how Harry will be saying those two words later in the day. In the midst of my thinking, Harry wraps his strong arms around my waist and caresses the tops of my thighs.
"Are you still nervous baby girl? I could always fuck it out of you."
"Harry!" His crass words paint my cheeks rosy, but it doesn't stop the sudden wetness in my thong. The mood has definitely shifted.
His blunt, cold fingers trail down,
down,
down
until he's teasing my pussy through my impossibly wet panties.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, so wet for me already, hmm? You were waiting for this, weren't you?"
He's rubbing my slick folds and the only response I can muster up is a nod. The sweet slow torture of his fingers stop, and I cry out in agony from the loss.
"Use your words, or I'll leave you here, dripping for me."
"Yess." My voice comes out in a throaty moan, and I can't believe how turned on I am when Harry has barley even touched me.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes Papi."
"There's my good girl." He resumes touching me and my breathing picks up speed.
"Now, we have to be quick and quiet. Can you do that for Papi?"
"Yes."
"Good girl."
Suddenly, he pulls the thong aside and slams his fingers deep into me. I can't help but to groan loudly at the sudden intrusion and as soon as his fingers enter me, they leave me just as quick.
"I told you to be quiet, didn't I?"
I hear the smirk in his words, and don't bother to reply.
Before I can comprehend what he's doing, Harry roughly removes my thong and shoves it into my slack mouth.
Tasting myself so strongly, just makes me even more turned on and I feel my juices dripping down my thighs. Harry chuckles darkly at my obvious arousal.
"Of fucking course that would turn you on. You're much more kinky than I originally gave you credit for, baby."
I blush, but I'm growing impatient for him. I need him. Desperately, I grind my backside against his rock hard erection. That earns me a holt slap to my pussy that has me seeing fucking stars.
He growls in my ear while simultaneously stroking my throbbing clit. "You're so desperate for Daddy's dick, aren't you sweetheart?"
Fuck. He's never called himself Daddy before. I never wanted to be a cliche, hence why I called him Papi, plus it always felt right. But hearing him, right now, asking me if I want Daddy to fuck his cock into my slick quivering hole, makes me weak in the knees.
"Yes! Yes, I want that!" I try to say, but these damn balled up panties muffle the desperate words.
He must get what I'm saying though, and I'm sure my weeping pussy put in her two cents as well, because one minute I'm yearning and the next, I'm filled to the brim.
If Harry wasn't holding me up with one arm, I would've surely collapsed. I suddenly get that joke where girls say: "The dick was so bomb, I had to go buy a wheelchair."
Like.
They're not fucking kidding though.
He doesn't give me time to adjust. He pulls his dick out and slams back into me, balls deep. Harry begins fucking me in earnest, jackhammering into my needy hole. The erotic sounds of skin on skin fill the air, making me feel hotter than ever. All I can do is rapidly gasp as this Adonis of a man rearranges my guts. His moans nearly make me black out at how deep and sexy they are.
If that wasn't enough, Harry's dirty talk is on another level right now.
"Yess, take this dick. Take daddy's dick you filthy slut. Fuck, you're taking this fucking like a pro, babygirl. You probably like being fucked up like this, don't you? You like being daddy's little slut?"
"YES!" His aggressive words make a fire start in my belly that I've never felt before and my body is begging for more.
He suddenly changes angles and is hitting my g spot dead on. Moans and wails start pouring out of me like a faucet, and I have to really fight to keep the tears at bay because the pleasure is nearly overwhelming. My nipples are rock hard, and begging to be touched, but I know I'll cum instantly from the overstimulation.
That must be the definition of a quickie because, as if reading my mind, Harry pinches both of my nipples, hard.
With a muffled cry, my pussy squeezes Harry's cock as I cum all over it. With a curse, Harry releases inside of me and tries to pull out, but my pussy is milking his cock until he's nearly whimpering. The feeling of his hot seed filling me up is too much, and another orgasm washes over me.
When he does pull out, his thick cum, mixed with my own, slowly leaks out and is dripping down my thighs. I barley notice it, as I'm trying to come down from my high.
"Let me clean you up baby."
I nod weakly, and I hear Harry go into the connected bathroom. He comes back out and I feel something soft wiping down my thighs. He gently pulls my panties out of my mouth, and my laboured breathing fills the air.
I want to turn around so badly and kiss him, but I know that I can't. I tell him as much, and he chuckles.
"Well, if you want a kiss so badly, my love, I'll just give you one."
"But Harry- oh!"
He wasn't talking about the lips on my face.
Harry kisses my lower lips, once, twice, before humming in satisfaction. "Shit. I'm not done with you baby. I just can't get enough."
And with those words, I'm sucked back into the sexual pleasure.
Literally.
***
Twenty minutes.
Twenty minutes has passed by since Harry left, and yet I'm still in the same position trying to recuperate.
I still haven't even taken the damn towel off my head. Instead I'm literally kneeling on the floor behind the changing screen, wondering if it smells like sex in the medium sized room.
Another ten minutes pass by, and I have managed to stand up and put on some back-up panties. Well actually, it's a light peach lingerie set, seeing as Harry kind of ruined my bra as well. It's light against my skin, and practically see through, and I know that our wedding night will be interesting. It has it's own delicate garter belt and a thin band that wraps around my torso.
I've just put my robe back on when three soft knocks ring throughout the room. Running over to the vanity, I try to fix my appearance again, so that I don't look like I've just been thoroughly fucked.
After opening a window, to let in the fresh beach air, I sit down and try to look as innocent as I possibly can.
"Come in!"
The door opens and a little body quickly rounds the door, and is crawling towards me at a fast pace. With a genuine grin, I immediately stand and pick up the chubby baby. With a smile, Mateo immediately grips my short hair, but I don't mind. I look up to see Josie entering the room after him and holding a sleepy looking Javadd.
"I'm so happy you guys came to visit me! What's the occasion?"
Josie laughs. "Besides your wedding? Zayn is driving me batcrap crazy."
"Batcrap?"
"I didn't want to say s-h-i-t in front of the boys, duh. But seriously El, Zayn is smothering the heck out of me."
I smile at the healthy looking woman and her healthy, handsome little boys in baby tuxedos. My mind flashes back to how they all looked in the hospital, five months ago, and I don't really blame Zayn for smothering them.
"You know he just worries about his family since you literally just finished physical therapy a month ago and the boys finally got out of the hospital the month before that."
She sighs and smooths down her thick black hair that cascades down her champagne mid length dress. "I know, and I love him for it, but I still thought we ought to take a small break and visit you."
*a/n: the girl in this photo is what I think Josie looks like*
I look down at Mateo's chubby brown face, with his black curly hair as he talks his baby talk to me.
"I'm glad that you did."
Josie examines me, with a suspicious look on her face, and I instantly get nervous. Damn, maybe Harry and I weren't so discreet. But the worry melts away when she gives me a big smile and says, "Ellie, your hair looks fantastic! You didn't look like this yesterday, who did it?!" I breathe a sigh of relief and begin to go into detail about how I got it done earlier.
Suddenly, Javadd shifts in his mother's arms and begins to cry. Josie, like the pro she is, calmly pats his diaper, ignoring the escalating screaming.
"Yup, he's full. Can I use your bathroom?"
"Knock yourself out."
When she's gone, I begin to gently rock Mateo in my arms who giggles and grabs at my hands. "Hey there handsome. Mama and Papa are awesome, aren't they?"
He can't answer for obvious reasons, but he gives me a toothless smile, showing off his one dimple.
As I look down at the thriving and healthy baby, I can't believe how far he and his brother have come. I start to think back on that night when Louis got the call from his, now official girlfriend, Ava about Jo and the twins.
*flashback*
5 months ago
Everyone is frozen for a millisecond before the birthday party turned engagement party, is forgotten. We pile into both cars and are on our way to the hospital in a matter of minutes.
"Someone call Alverich and Frita. Let them know what the fuck is going on!" Harry snaps as he pulls out of the driveway.
Niall obediently pulls out his phone and immediately starts dialing.
We drive in silence, but I don't realize that my hands are shaking until I look down at my wobbling engagement ring.
It's been such a short period of time for everything that's happened since I've met Harry, but the people I've come in contact along the way are my family.
Maybe it's because I've been through traumatic events with them, or maybe it's because they're amazing people. Probably a little bit of both.
Josie is now one of my closest friends and I'm beginning to realize just how much her wellbeing means to me.
We get there in record time and practically spill out of the cars and into the entrance. I spot Tyler with us looking a bit dazed in the crowd but I know he must know Josie to some extent.
We waste no time in going upstairs to the main desk located in the ICU. To no one's surprise, Ava is the head nurse behind the desk. She's on the phone but as soon as she sees us, she quickly hangs up and comes around to meet us.
"Hey guys." Louis immediately goes to her and gives her a tender kiss on the forehead.
"What's the status, honey?"
Daria fake gags in the background, but everyone mostly ignores her faint teasing.
A tiny blush tints Ava's cheeks and neck, but she doesn't become flustered easily. "The doctor, Dr.Ingalls, is still in there but I am 100% sure that Mrs.Malik is awake. I'm just not sure what kind of condition she's in."
Bittersweet news, but it's mostly sweet.
"Do you think we could see her? Support Zayn?"
Ava nods. "Just go on back, okay? Don't worry about the visitors passes. If Dr. Ingalls asks, just tell him that no one was at the front desk."
Harry nods in her direction, "Thank you." And then leads the way to Josie's room. Louis stays behind to talk to Ava, but we know he'll catch up eventually.
As we walk, our group is filled with unspoken tension. I find myself gripping Harry's hand for comfort, and it calms down my nerves considerably.
As we approach the room, Harry is the one in front, the leader. He knocks once before opening the door.
"Guys!"
We hear her before we see her, and tears spring to my eyes. Her voice sounds a bit off, but it's still the same voice we all know and love.
Inside the room, a handsome doctor is examining Josie who is sitting up in the best, and Zayn is hovering behind him.
When everyone is in the room, no one moves from their position and it's pretty obvious that all of this just happened.
Dr. Ingalls finishes examining her and turns so that Zayn can see him as well. This cause him to spot us. His light eyes widen, but he doesn't say anything about it. Instead, he focuses back onto the Malik's.
"Mr. and Mrs. Malik, we have a lot of things to discuss... privately." Zayn nods but Josie waves her hand dismissively.
"It can wait, right? I feel like I've been asleep for years, and I want to see my babies and my friends. Could I do that first?"
The doctor frowns. "I'm not sure if you're stable enough to see your twins, but I can give you ten minutes with your friends. Then we can talk."
Josie's expression grows sad and Zayn's hands clench into fists. "Thanks doc, we won't be too long." Zayn says in a calm voice, though his body language says otherwise.
The doctor lingers for a minute, before seeing himself out.
"Well, come on over guys." Her voice has lost some of its' excitement, but I try to keep a positive attitude.
As we fully enter the room and get closer to the couple, I'm happy to see that some of her color is back, the grayness slowly going away. She looks tired, but her eyes are bright.
I'm the first to hug her, although Zayn looks anxious, like I'm going to snap her in half, so I'm gentle with it.
"We've been waiting for you."
A laugh. Then, "I know. I heard you guys when I was out. I heard everything everyone said to me."
I pull back in surprise. "You did? I though that only happened in movies and Wattpad books?"
"What the hell is a Wattpad?" I turn slightly to shake my head at an ignorant Harry. I almost forgot that he was behind me.
"You poor British lad, you."
"Uh, El, I'm not British and I have no clue what a Wattpad is. Oh, Is it a new kind of drink at Starbucks?"
My eye twitches at Josie's words and I reign in my inner killer fangirl. If I'm like this, I can only imagine what's going through Daria's head right now, seeing as she's the one who introduced me to it.
"Let's try and get back on topic here."
Josie nods. "Oh yes, right. I definitely heard you guys when I was 'asleep' and the words did help me. So, Thank you everyone."
I give her one more squeeze before giving someone else a turn.
Each person goes up to her and either talks to her or hug her. When it's Daria's turn, she does both. She's crying and once again I see her true age and I feel the urge to protect her.
We don't get long, ten minutes fly by and we have to leave. None of us want to actually leave the hospital,so we agree to split up and meet again later.
Harry and I end up at the NICU with the boys. I feel bad that Josie might not be able to see them, so I come up with a plan.
"Harry, be on the lookout."
"What're you gonna do, baby?"
I position myself so that his large body is blocking me in front of the glass that separates us from the boys.
"I'm going to take some pictures of the babies, so Josie can see them. That handsome doctor will probably tell them that she can't see them, and that pisses me off, so."
Harry doesn't say anything, so I just shrug and snap a few pics of the tiny babies. I immediately send a text to Zayn, telling him what I'm trying to do. When I'm done, I slip the phone back into my pocket.
"Okay, Harry, it's done."
Silence.
"Harry?" I turn around to see him standing directly behind me, pouting.
"What's wrong?"
He pushes out his bottom lip, even more, like a four year old. "You called that stupid doctor handsome. I should shoot him. I bet he wouldn't be handsome then."
I fight the urge to laugh, as I'm not sure if he's serious or if he's messing around. Then again I don't take his threats lightly, so I know I have to make him chill out before Dr. Ingalls ends up with a bullet in him.
"Well he's handsome, but you're handsomer."
That earns me a dimple. "Is that even a word?"
I shrug. "Now it is. Come, on let's go sneak in and show JoJo these pictures."
"JoJo?"
"Just shush and come on."
By the time we get back to the room, ten minutes has passed, but we're the first ones back. When we get closer to the door, it's ajar and we hear their voices floating through the crack and into our ears.
"I can't fucking believe this Zay."
Zay? I almost giggle at the nickname, but Harry elbows my side which makes me shut up.
"Jo, honey, it's okay. You-"
"It's not okay, Zayn! It's fucking not! They're telling me that I can't see my own damn babies until I complete mental and physical therapy! That could take fucking, months! I'm not crazy, Zayn. I just want to see my sons."
I've never heard Josie curse so much and to say that I'm shocked is an understatement.
There's a pause and Zayn says something too low for us to hear, which unconsciously makes both of our bodies lean forward so we can catch the words.
Suddenly, the door opens, making the both of us of us tip forward before catching ourselves.
Zayn stands there, shaking his head. "You two are horrible at being sneaky. Just come in." Harry and I sheepishly look at each other and walk past Zayn, into the room. I instantly feel bad when I see Josie's red rimmed eyes and her slightly red nose.
"I'm sorry guys. Harry and I weren't trying to ease drop, we just-"
"It's fine. I just... I'm so freaking pissed. I only cry when I'm angry, but I'll be okay."
I look down at my phone, and unlock it. "Well, I know that it's not the same, but... well here." I awkwardly hand her the phone, which holds the couple of pictures that I took of the boys.
As she looks through them, she begins to tear up. My stomach plummets at the thought that I did something wrong.
"I'm s-sorry. I didn't mean to overstep any boundaries."
"You didn't. You... I'm just... this makes me feel better than I did before. Thank you."
Heat rushes to my face at how sincere and genuine Josie is being.
"You're welcome."
3 months later (from Harry's birthday)
Click. Click. Click.
My heels loudly echo down the long hallway, making me cringe. I feel like people in China can hear me coming with these damn shoes.
Or maybe hospital tiles are just on a different level than other flooring. I mentally roll my eyes at the random thought and try to get back on track.
Today, the boys are being discharged from the hospital and since Josie is still a patient and Zayn refuses to leave her side, I've volunteered to take them home and take care of them.
A year ago, if someone had told me that I'd be taking care of premature twins who belonged to a gang member's wife and my best friend, I would have laughed in their face. But here we are, and I can't imagine not doing it. I won't be doing this on my own, though. Daria and Cecilia have volunteered to help me out. I'm just taking temporary custody over them.
I have been visiting the twins nonstop for the past 3 months, and I've watched them get stronger and grow chubbier which filled me with a warmth I've never felt before.
They almost feel like my own children, but I try not to overstep that boundary.
I had to undergo a lot of evaluations and some training in order to have temporary custody over the twins, because Josie and I aren't related. Harry had to as well, since he's my fiancee. Also because Javadd is still having problems with his breathing. He, thankfully, didn't develop asthma, but we were told to monitor his breathing closely. Mateo on the other hand, is completely fine now, as his jaundice eventually went away.
I wanted to dress professionally for this, because isn't the saying 'dress for success'? I'm wearing a dark red jumpsuit, with a white leather jacket and white high heels. I may have gone overboard, but I had no one to ask about that. Daria and Cecilia went to do some last minute shopping for the twins, and Harry, Liam, Niall, and Louis are out trying to find new locations to move and store their product.
Drugs.
Yeah, Harry tells me these things, and I surprised myself when it didn't really bother me. Plus, I already kind of figured that out. I mean, I've killed, Harry has killed. What is drugs compared to that? I don't relish in my killings, in fact the only time I deem it necessary is in self defense. That's where Harry and I disagree, but we don't have to see eye to eye on everything. He has his opinions and I have mine.
So here I am, by myself, on my way to the NICU, hoping that no one has changed their minds.
Ava is behind the desk, when I finally reach the NICU, and she gives me a big smile.
"Ellie! It's good to see you again! Excited for the big day?"
I give her a genuine smile. "Excited would be an understatement for what I'm feeling right now.
She laughs and in an instant, I suddenly understand why Louis is so infatuated with her.
Her sea foam, glass green eyes are filled with honest happiness for me, and for the boys. She is the opposite of fake girls that Louis has hooked up with in the past.
(Ava^)
He better not fuck this up.
Hmm, we might have to have a chat later.
"Yeah, seeing the boys when they were firstborn was heartbreaking, and I know what you're thinking. Why would you go for a career in fatal fetal and newborn medicine if you couldn't handle it? The answer to that question is that I originally went to college to become a psychiatrist, because I love to talk to people, but a gut feeling told me to pick this as my specialty. Some days I can handle it, and some days I can't. But that's nothing that a good cry can't fix."
My eyes widen at this overload of information, but it's easy for me to respond to her. "So what do you think now? Do you still think that this is your calling? That this is still the specialty for you?"
Ava looks surprised at my words for a second, but eventually gives me an answer. "This is definitely what I was meant to be doing."
It's silent for a beat, and then Ava begins to sudddnly blush.
Damn, and I thought my blush was bad. I don't have anything on Ava. The blush starts at the top of her chest and blooms up her neck and then to her cheeks and ears. It's also darker than mine, which makes me feel bad for her.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Uh, yes! I was just wondering... how's Louis doing?"
I fight the urge to raise an eyebrow at her, but confusion bleeds into my expression anyway. "I thought you were his girlfriend?"
Her lips part in shock. "What?"
"It's just that, the night you called about Josie... Louis called you his girlfriend?" It comes out as a question, because the look Ava is giving me makes me think that everything I'm saying is gibberish.
Well, it's time for me to get out of this awkward conversation.
"I'm sorry Ava, I'll just-"
"No, I'm sorry. I just, Louis hasn't been talking to me lately and he definitely has not asked me to be his girlfriend, so I'm just confused as hell."
And she does, look confused that is. Louis is yanking this poor girl around and I kind of want to punch him.
"It'll be okay Ava. I'll talk to Louis." Oh yeah, we'll be doing plenty of 'talking' alright.
She visibly exhales. "Thank you Ellie. Sorry for holding you up, go on back go the boys. The hospital social worker is back there, waiting for you along with a couple of nurses that will help you get them set up in their car seats."
"You haven't held me up at all, Ava. Thank you." With one last nod, I quickly make my way to the NICU. The boys aren't technically supposed to be held in here anymore since their conditions are no longer critical, but no one seemed to mind.
My heels alert my presence before I'm even at the door because a woman with light brown hair and big round glasses greets me at the door. "Hello Ellisandra, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm Mary Grey, the social worker assigned to your case."
"Hello Mrs.Grey, nice to meet you."
She rolls her eyes. "Mrs.Grey was my mother, please call me Mary."
"Oh, um, nice to meet you Mary."
She smiles, flashing me her white pearly teeth. "That's better. Now, are you ready to take some babies home?"
The small nervousness melts away and I nod eagerly. Mary laughs at my enthusiasm. "Great! Now, we've already had the long and boring talks, so the only thing that's left to do is sign some papers and then you're all good to go. Okay?"
"Okay."
We stay outside of the NICU, and go over to one of the long tables that sit in this area.
A dozen or so papers later, Mary and I are shaking hands and she's leaving. Three nurses have me sign the boys' discharge papers, and walk us out to my car. I get to hold Mateo while another nurse holds Javadd. The other two nurses carry diaper bags (generously given to me by the hospital) stock full of everything they need.
Mateo snuggles into my chest, his big hazel eyes looking around as he breathes softly. My heart flutters as I look down at his sweet face, and for a brief second, I feel the unbearably painful grief of something that will never be mine.
Snapping out of it, I try my best to focus on the present instead of dwelling on the past.
After what seemed like a long walk, we finally reach the black SUV, parked in the front parking garage.
The nurse gets Javadd settled into his carseat quickly, but I struggle a bit with the squirming Mateo.
"Here, let me help you, sweetie."
The nurse straps him in effortlessly and is done in seconds. They pack in the diaper bags and suddenly I'm on my own.
Sitting in the truck, I try not to freak out at the fact that I'm now a temporary mother. As I start the car, I remember that Josie wanted me to call her as soon as I got the boys. I quickly connect my phone to the bluetooth in the truck and dial her up. She answers, a little breathlessly, on the third ring.
"Hello? El? How are they doing are they okay?"
"Yes-"
"Oh! Do you have supplies? Shit, I should've sent Zayn to get some stuff for them-"
"Josie!"
"What?"
"Well first of all you're on speaker, so the boys just heard you say shit."
"Oh, shit! I mean, poop! Hi babies! Mommy's sorry about that!"
I laugh. "Second of all, take a breath and don't worry. I doubt that they can understand you at this age. Anyways, things went smoothly with the social worker, and we're on our way back to the house right now."
I hear her take a couple of deep breaths, and when she speaks again, I can hear the slight catch in her voice.
"I'm sorry, it's just that, they're my babies and I haven't even gotten to hold them. I mean, I'm grateful to all of you for helping out with them, but I just..." I find myself getting a bit choked up as I scramble to reassure her.
"You have absolutely nothing to apologize for. I couldn't even imagine going through what you're going through. This just shows that you are incredibly strong and that you are willing to do, nearly he impossible, for your children. Just, get better for them and whenever you get frustrated, just think about what you'll gain in the end."
She sniffled through the line. "Dang, you're as good as Zayn is with his inspirational talks." That statement lightens up the mood and that's how I know she's okay.
"So, how's physical therapy going?"
"Ugh, I freaking hate it, but I know that it's helping me. They said that I had a lot of nerve damage from the birth and the freaking coma, so that's what we're working on."
"Damn, that's-"
"Language!"
I laugh and correct myself, "Darn, that's tough. But I know you'll get through this."
We stay on the phone, while I get on the road and towards the end of the phone call, Zayn gets on with Josie and they both speak/coo to the babies.
Before I know it, I'm pulling up at the house.
Getting out, I wonder how I'm going to get both babies out since I'm still the only one home. As I ponder this, I hear quick, quiet footsteps approach me from behind.
Without even thinking about it, I pull my gun from inside my jacket, and spin around, aiming to shoot.
Harry, Daria, and Cecilia are standing there with shocked looks on their faces.
Daria chuckles nervously. "Uh... surprise?"
"Oh shit! Sorry guys, I thought you were-"
"A murderer? Because you sure look like a killer more than we do." I awkwardly smile at Daria's comment as I place the loaded gun back in it's spot.
"Um, we'll just get the boys', dear." I give Cecilia another awkward smile.
As they go towards the car, Harry approaches me with a smirk on his face.
"How was that awkward and sexy at the same time?"
"Oh shut up."
I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head on his shoulder. "I missed you."
"You saw me like two hours ago, baby."
I shove him lightly, while still holding onto him. "I still missed you! Ugh, the disrespect."
He wraps his arms around my waist and holds me tight. "I missed you too."
(Later, that same night)
A sudden cry jostles me out of my sleep. Then one cry turns into two and I roll over onto Harry, groaning.
"Baby, the boys are crying."
"Mmpf."
I open my eyes and sit up, straddling Harry's lower body.
"Harry, get up. We're doing this together, right?"
He slightly stirs and cracks one eye open. "We're doing this together, princess."
I roll off of him and we both stand up a bit wobbly. Staggering to the boy's room, I'm glad that Josie agreed to put them down the hall from us, for now.
We don't bother being quiet, since they're already awake, and open the door at normal volume.
Both of the boys are standing in their cribs with their cute little matching pajamas, crying their little eyes out.
A putrid smell hits me and I know why they're crying. "You take Mateo and I'll take Javadd, okay?"
Harry groans. "What if he has another poopy blowout like earlier?"
Giggling, I picture how disgusted Harry looked when he volunteered to change Mateo earlier and recieved a green surprise.
"It'll be fine Harry, stop being such a baby. Ha, I made a pun there. Baby? Get it?"
He just rolls his eyes and picks up the crying baby.
They have their own changing tables, so that one baby doesn't have to wait while the other baby is getting taken care of.
Harry finishes first, puts Mateo back in his crib, gives my forehead a sideways kiss, and stumbles out the door.
Shaking my head, I finish up with Javi and I'm ready to put him back in his crib.
When I turn around, Mateo is still slightly standing in his crib and stares at me. I feel a bit bad for just leaving them alone in a brand new and unfamiliar place, so I take Mateo from his crib.
It's kind of difficult to hold him and his brother at the same time, but I manage to sit in the nearby rocking chair before I drop one of them.
Once the three of us are settled, I start to hum a lullaby while rocking us gently.
I feel them start to relax against me and it truly brings tears to my eyes because it means that they trust me and hopefully love me.
Because I know, that I already love them.
***
Josie comes out of the bathroom with her sleeping baby, and I snap out of the memories. She has a strange look on her face that instantly has me worried.
"Jo, what's wrong?"
Sighing, she sits down and gently rocks Javadd. "Zayn told me about what happened when you got shot." I catch myself from grimacing. "You mean that I can't have kids?"
She winces slightly and nods.
"Oh."
She sighs again, looking very forlorn. "I didn't want to bring it up, but I just wanted to let you know that if the boys ever get too much for you, just let me know and I'll distance them. I'm so sorry, Ellie. I've been having you and Harry take care of them all during my physical therapy and if I had known, I-" I put my hand up to silence her frantic ranting.
"I admit that when I first met you, I was instantly jealous. But I had also just found out about... my condition and my emotions were still raw. I could never see myself be mean to someone as kind as you so I just avoided you sometimes. But you and the boys being in the hospital made that jealousy go away instantly. I remember praying that if you all pulled through, that I would do better. My prayers were answered on Harry's birthday. The boys make me so incredibly happy and I think it's because I can't have children, that I appreciate them and you so much. So don't ever hesitate to ask me to do anything, and I won't hesitate either."
Josie's dark painted lips, wobble and her eyes shine with unshed tears. She sucks in a sudden breath.
"I can't wait for Zayn's ass anymore. This was going to be our wedding gift to you and Harry during the reception, but after those words, I'm giving it to you now."
I nod for her to continue as Mateo who is still in my arms, bops my nose with his little hand, wanting attention. I happily give it to him, but when Josie says the words, I freeze.
"C-could you repeat that, Jo?"
She laughs. "I said, that Zayn and I want you and Harry to be the boys' godparents."
I squeal, "Really?!" And Mateo startles, but I'm already squeezing Josie as tight as I can while holding her baby.
"This is the best wedding gift, ever!"
She giggles and Mateo giggles along with his mom, not knowing what he's laughing at which just makes us all laugh.
When we calm down, I'm suddenly fighting tears as the amazing position dawns on me. In a way, Harry and I are parents. I know that to some people, it may sound ridiculous, but to me it's not. To me, this is everything.
"Hey now, none of that. Don't want to mess up your gorgeous makeup."
I sniffle, big and ugly. "Yes I know."
A phone goes off, disturbing the moment, and Josie groans.
"It's Zayn. He wants us back with him, outside." I pout but hand over a happy Mateo anyway.
Josie balances the boys perfectly and manages a group hug. "See you soon, Mrs. Styles."
I blush, still not familiar with the title. "See you soon."
And then I'm by myself again.
I look over at the clock, feeling anxious. 11:40. Shit, it's almost time.
I walk over to the clear bag containing my dress, and unzip it. It's fairly long, but I manage to get into it by myself.
When I'm fully dressed, the heavy material actually feels light.
I've always known that I wanted a wedding dress with sleeves, and that's exactly what I got. Putting on the veil, I walk over to the full length mirror again,
and gasp.
It's a long mermaid style dress with a deep v-neck, showing off just the right amount of cleavage. It's nearly a strapless dress, but the straps are just low on my shoulders. The sleeves are see through and billowy, all the way to my wrists. The dress is a cool, satin material that has intricate lace patterns draped over it. The sexy dress hugs my new curves perfectly and I breathe out a sigh of relief at the sight. The train at the back is long and it mixes with my long veil, but thankfully it doesn't look too ridiculous. I try not to tear up at my reflection, but I can't help it. I can't believe I'm marrying my best friend today, looking like this.
Suddenly a knock comes at the door. I look at the clock, and the nerves come back at full force.
It's time.
"C-come in."
My Man of Honor walks through the door, his jaw dropping when he looks up at me.
He and Daria decided to share the roll of Maid/Man of Honor because I couldn't pick between the two.
He looks handsome in his pale rose gold suit. All of the men in the wedding are wearing the same thing, they just decide if they want to add to it or not. His light brown locks are shaped into an impressive quiff and I wonder if Niall did it since they're sporting the same style.
"You look handsome, Li."
He sputters for a minute, making me blush at how weird he's being. Liam has seen me in dresses before, so I'm not sure what's different.
"You look so damn beautiful, El." I grin at the friendly compliment. "Even though I chopped off my hair?"
"Even though you chopped off your hair like some brooding poet, yes you look amazing."
"Thanks Li. I'll be out in a minute, okay?"
He lopsidedly smiles. "Well, about that..."
I instantly begin to panic. "What? Is something wrong?"
He raises his hands in surrender. "No nothing is wrong. Harry asked me if I would be the one to give you away, and I accepted that honor."
My eyes instantly tear up at my husband to be and my best friend. "But you're my Man of Honor, already."
He scoffs and looks offended. "So is that a no from the blushing bride? You're my best friend, and I'd be honored to walk you down the aisle."
"No! I mean, no it's not a no. I'm honored that you accepted."
He grins playfully and holds out his arm. "Then let's go, shall we?"
I take his arm, with my own grin and we make our way out of the small beach house Harry bought (yes bought) for me to get ready in.
Liam carefully guides me down the stone pathway as I try to calm my erratic heartbeat.
It's not a long walk from the beach house to the beach, but it's not that short either. As we walk, I take in the breathtaking sights that Fuji has to offer.
I actually had no idea that we were going to get married in Fuji until recently. Harry picked out the venue and decided to surprise me with it.
I'm usually not a person that likes surprises, but this one was romantic and thoughtful, so I didn't mind.
As we walk, I notice pale rose petals lining the way that we're walking. A ball of nervousness settles in the pit of my stomach when I realize that we're getting closer.
The roses are showing up in larger quantities now, and I can see the pillars.
We're almost there.
I hear the music before I see the people, and it sounds heavenly. Then I see the setting. I wasn't allowed to be a part of planning how ot was going to look, because Harry wanted to surprise me. It's rare when men want to be apart of planning their wedding, and it made me love him even more for it.
Then I see, Daria walk down the beginning to walk down the isle with her 'boyfriend', Asher. I'm surprised because I didn't know that was going to happen, but I'm happy that she's happy.
Then finally, it's my turn. As we come to the start of the isle, everyone stands and the music changes to the bridal march.
Alverich and Cecilia are sitting in the middle and give me big smiles. I smile back a bit nervously, as Cecilia winks. It's like she's saying "you got this", which actually helps me. Kelsey gives me a cheesy grin and a thumbs up while Frita smiles as well.
Further up, I'm surprised to see Liam's parents! I nearly stop walking because Liam didn't once mention that they were coming.
They both enthusiastically wave at us and Liam's mom even snaps pictures on her red digital camera. I can't help but to laugh, and Liam does as well at their energy.
Now we're close to the front, and I spot Josie holding the twins in their adorable baby tuxedos and they're each holding the little ring bearer pillows.
Roxy, Ava, and Tyler are all sitting together looking amazing. I see Ava dab at her eyes while Roxy awkwardly pats her back. The sight makes me want to laugh, but then I see Harry and everything else just... melts away.
(His hair is NOT cut, it's just slicked back into a low ponytail)
Breath and all other thoughts escape me. All I can see is him. Like a shooting star making it's way across a dark sky, he is the only one that is bright enough for me to see.
His suit is a crushed dark red velvet texture with gold swirls, while his pants are black with rose gold flowers on the sides. His shoes are a chrome rose gold while his shirt and tie are also rose gold. His beautiful curls are slicked into a low ponytail, and it almost looks as if his hair is cut. Finally, I focus on his face, and I immediately end up crying.
Forgetting about the makeup and how gross I look when I cry, I just can't help it because there is my bestfriend waiting to marry me, with the biggest most purest smile on his face.
His foot starts to tap erratically, and I know that he can't wait like I can't wait.
We can't wait to spend the rest of our lives togeth-
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I wake up on the warm sand.
Warm... sand?
No, no. Hot sand. The sand feels hot on my bare legs.
Wait.
My bare legs?
Wasn't my dress...?
I abruptly sit upright causing all kinds of pain to shock it's way through my body.
Looking down at myself, I see that I'm still wearing my wedding dress, but it's torn. My shoes are also missing and I'm covered in blood.
Blood?
It's dark but it's there, blood.
Is it my blood?
I cannot tell.
"Ellie."
Blinking slowly my eyes adjust as my ears pick up someone calling my name. But once my eyes adjust, I cannot hear a damn thing, because what I'm seeing is horrifying.
Blood. Carnage. Dead bodies.
My once beautiful wedding is now but smoke and ashes. I don't know who's alive and who's not, but it looks like no one is.
Wait. That's not right.
Wasn't someone just calling my name?
Yes! That means that someone is alive!
I look over to where the voice came from and see...
my nearly dead husband.
Wait, no, not my husband. I mean... yes?
I shake my head, trying to wake up. This has to be a nightmare. The fuzzy memory proves it, right?
I pinch myself and am met with quick, sharp, pain.
Not a dream then.
Pushing down the caving feeling in my chest, I crawl over to where Harry, my Harry, is laying in a pool of his own blood soaking into the hot sand.
I gag as I realize that it's his blood all over my dress.
As I get closer, I see something that doesn't make sense.
It's... it's supposed to be my wedding day.
Right?
If so, why is my husband lying in a pool of his own blood with several gunshot wounds to his chest?
Husband? Yes.
That's right, before this happened, we did say "I do" and Harry did "kiss the bride".
And now? Now, my new husband, my bestfriend is dying. Bleeding out in front of my eyes.
And all it took was a split second.
When I finally get to him, I put pressure on the bullet wounds but there are too many for two hands to hold. His blood is weeping out of him and my hands are slick.
I look into his dim eyes and give him, what I hope is a smile.
"You're okay Haz, everything will be just fine."
He smiles, dark blood spilling down his chin. "I love you."
Three words. Just three words and then his beautiful eyes close and my hands, my stained hands, feel the exact moment when his heart stops beating.
I don't know what happens then. All I know is that, I lay on my dead husband, waiting... hoping... praying that this is a nightmare.
Time passes. It could be a second, it could be an hour. That concept has left me. But time still passes, and someone rips me from him. From Harry.
My Harry.
I don't struggle. I don't put up a fight. I simply let myself be carried away and I watch my dead Harry's body get farther and farther away until he is but a shadow on the red sand.
Sound has eluded me again, but my black spotted vision sees a limo up ahead.
Soon enough I'm placed into it, whoever carried me comes in behind me and shuts the door.
They knock twice on the door, and the tires squeal as we drive away.
As the eloquent car speeds away, I look around with my limited vision.
Daria. Josie. Mateo. Javadd. I look slightly behind me to see Liam who is saying something to me, but still, my hearing is lost.
That's it. No one else.
Black spots get bigger in my eyes, my mind's eye, and I finally allow the clawing unconsciousness to envelop me.
I hope that I'm dead.
The End.