“Have you decided on a color scheme?” our wedding planner, Rachel asks.

I look at Harry who shrugs and gestures for me to give my opinion. Well, thanks Harry. “Hm… I was thinking black and white.” I looked to Harry for approval. He simply smiled and nodded. “You can have some input in this too you know.”

“I know. I want whatever you want,” he kissed my cheek.

“Then, I want you to tell me your honest opinion. We only get one shot at marriage, you know.”

“Well, technically, you can have more that one… but with you as my wife, I can’t imagine more than one.”

I scoffed. “Way to play it cool, Styles. You might have to remarry if you can’t voice your own damn opinions.”

“You don’t really mean that. Who could get rid of this? I sing, I’m hot; it’s a package deal. If I wanted to voice my opinion I would.”

“Okay, Mr. Arrogant, then what color do you really want? Don’t lie to me either.”

Harry, putting thought into his answer, finally decided that he wanted royal blue to which I fully agreed with. I could just imagine how nice the color would decorate the venue and whatever else.

“You two are just the cutest,” Rachel smiles to herself as she takes note of our answer. We go on to other decorations and big tasks to get out of the way before we finally decide to call it a day.

I’m not sure what it is about wedding planning that makes me so exhausted. Perhaps it’s the thought of realizing how fast the date is approaching. Only a little over a month left to plan this wedding.

We’ve decided to go simple, planning to get married in a small church, nothing too extravagant with only our closest friends – and family – to celebrate this day with us. Speaking of, we haven’t even mailed out invitations yet… Fuck… planning weddings is hard.

“What are you thinking?” Harry asks me. We’re sitting on the couch at home. I think we might have been watching a movie, but I was thinking about all the wedding stuff.

“Have we mailed out invitations yet?” I asked, thinking to myself. I could feel Harry’s loud groan shaking my body.

“I’m tired of all this wedding stuff right now. I’m sure Rachel is going to take care of it soon, so you can stop worrying about it.”

I sigh. “I guess you’re right. I just want this to be perfect; that’s all.”

“And it will be. In a little over a month, you’ll be the happiest person to ever walk the aisle, and I’ll be the happiest man alive to finally be marrying you.”

I laughed in agreement, but something about his sentence made me feel like something was wrong. I got the feeling that the dreams gave me, and it made me scared. Something about ‘being the happiest person to ever walk the aisle’ didn’t make me feel happy. Something was missing…

~

A week had past before I was again woken up by the same dream as the same of that from the previous. The new dream made me feel like something else was missing from it, that being a little flower girl in a friend of my mom’s wedding wasn’t the whole story.

I looked up to my right and saw that Harry was still sound asleep. Not wanting to wake him up, I carefully lifted his arm that was wrapped around my waist and set it on a pillow in my place. Then, I scooted out of bed, leaving myself to feel around in the dark.

When I finally exited our room, I walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. The bright green numbers on the cable box told me it was 3:52, but my mind screamed that it was time to sleep. I couldn’t sleep.

The dreams are starting to get to me. Every minute that I’m not planning the wedding, I think about them. Something about me getting married has to be connected to why I’m getting dreams about a wedding I went to when I was little. Something that happened there has to be coming to me because of the wedding.

I thought about it. The dreams started occurring about a week before Harry engaged… They’ve been happening frequently. Sometimes the dreams differ, but they all seem to come from the same memory, a wedding.

That’s the part that scares me. It’s like the whole universe is in on something that is just waiting for the right moment to show me something – something that I’m missing – and it’s driving me crazy. Either this is making sense, or I’m going delusional. Let’s just hope that someone out there would understand if I explained it to them. Maybe that’s it. I just have to find someone to explain it to, but who?

To Perbear<3:
I know it’s early, but I need someone to talk to. Meet me at the park in 30 minutes? –Hx

I waited to see if she would respond before changing, but knowing Perrie she did.

From Perbear<3:
I’ll be there. I hope everything is okay xxP

After slipping on a jacket, some jeans, and shoes, I found myself walking out the door and headed to the park. The sky was grey, per usual. It’s as if every time I get into a muddle, the sky matches my mood. Of course, I’m not so sad and dull this time, I’m more nervous and scared.

When I reached the park, I saw a familiar person, shivering her ass off on the bench. I sat down next to Perrie, not making eye contact, just bringing my knees to her chest and holding them there.

“What did you need to talk-”

“I’ve been getting dreams,” I cut her off. I look at her, expecting her facial expression to change, but she remains calm. “They’re about me, as a little girl and there’s a wedding, I’m the flower girl… I see them every once and while. I think they might mean something, but I- I’m not sure. I’m scared, Perrie.”

I hid my head between my knees. As much as I wanted to cry, I wanted to look strong. I felt Perrie scoot closer and wrap her arms around me. Her presence gave me warmth, and for that I was thankful because of how cold it was.

Perrie pulled away from me quickly, though, and looked me straight in the eyes. “Harry has told us all that you’ve been having dreams. We’ve known even before their tour started. We just waited for you to bring it up.” I wanted to be mad at Harry for telling everyone, but I knew he meant no harm.

“What do they mean Perrie?” I whisper, a white cloud of air marked my breath.

“I don’t know, but you shouldn’t let a couple of dreams worry you,” she said. I nodded. “We should probably get back home… before Zayn and Harry file for missing person. And before the sun comes up… If it comes up.”

“We could do that… or we could go to iHOP. I’m have a hankering for pancakes right now,” I say.

“I’m down for pancakes, as long as they have syrup [seer-up],” Perrie smiles.

“Perrie, it’s pronounced syrup [sir-rup],” I correct her.

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s seer-up.”

“Sir-rup.”

“You don’t even like seer-up!”

“So? It’s still sir-rup.”

Perrie groaned. “Let’s just go get pancakes…”

Notes

Hey! Yes, I know, this chapter isn't the greatest, but I'm trying to get to the wedding as fast as I can without skipping too much time. It's about a week into December now (in the story), and the wedding is on New Year's so drama will be coming soon!

On the other hand, have you heard of the Emmee Awards? Well, my story, not this one but "Love At First Type" was nominated. Although I honestly don't think I'll win, it would still be cool if you guys could vote for me. Here's the link -> [Link] Wish me luck! ~A