A/N:

I am so sorry for not updating in like forevs!

I've been busy reading all these other stories! I'm sorry!!!!!!
But, I did now.
So, enjoy!

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I stood before the mirror, examining the dress Perrie had chosen for me.
"Oh my gawd! I love it!" Perrie exclaimed. I turned, which felt like I was turning the weight of the sun around me.
"Its heavy." I said. She smiled.
"Its a wedding dress. What did you expect? Feather-like wight?" She asked. I shrugged.
"Kinda." She smiled.
"Do you love it?" She asked. I took a deep breath, then smiled. I nodded.
"I say yes to the dress." She cheered, hugging me. She finally pulled away.
"We'll keep it on hold, in case you change your mind before the wedding." She said. I nodded, going to take the dress off. I put my light clothes on, meeting Perrie in the lobby. "Ready to head out?" I nodded.
"Allons-y!" She looked at me, eyes wide.
"You know French?" I shrugged.
"Took a class in high school for about a year." I said. She nodded.
"We're going to a cafe'. Hope you like coffee." I smiled.
"Who wouldn't?" She laughed.
"You'd be surprised." She said.
"Really?" I asked.

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We were sitting on some sofas, sipping our latte's. I was looking out the window. Thinking about the past twenty-four hours.
"Man, you recovered quickly." She said. I turned to her.
"I mean, you just got out of a coma a week ago. Most people don't get out for a month. Much less, actually go out and drink coffee and get wedding dresses." She said. I shrugged.
"I'm tired. But, Harry told me how excited you were. I didn't want to disappoint you." I said,drinking the whipped topping. She swallowed her drink.
"Oh, hon, never worry about that. I'll take you home right after we finish." I nodded, looking out the window. I could hear her take a deep breath, slowly letting it out. "Are you ready?" I turned to her. She gave me sympathetic eyes.
"Ready for what?" I asked. Her lips were pressed into a straight line.
"For marriage. Your only eighteen." She said.
"Nineteen, actually. I was held back in Kindergarten because I had a bad seizure that hospitalized me for a month." She sighed.
"That's still young. Most kids your age are going to college. Preparing for a career. Not thinking of marriage." I picked at the edge of the lid. "How long have you two been together." I looked at the table on the other side of the room. Then back at the cup.
"A month." I could hear her sigh, again.
"A month? I...are you okay with this? Any of this? The commitment? Being able to not see him for weeks, months at a time? Dealing with paparazzi? And fully trusting that he won't..." She trailed off, not wanting to say it. She didn't have to.
"Cheat? Fall in love with someone else?" I finished for her. She looked at her cup, silently agreeing. I rubbed my tear filled eyes. "Honestly, no. I'm...scared. I love Harry. And I'm thrilled that he loves me. Not some other fan. Girls would kill to be where I am."
"They'd do more than that." She said, smiling weakly. I half-laughed, half-cried.
"I don't want to break his heart. He's been talking about this all week. But...I want to live my life without worry, fear, drama. I want to be with him. Every day of my life. I want to wake up to him by my side. But, I don't want...marriage. Its too soon. If we'd been dating a year, or two, and I'd been older, yes! I would to the Heavens and back. But, I..can't. Not now. I just...can't." I said, tears spilling on to my cheeks. She placed her hand on my knee, looking at me, smiling.
"Its okay. He'll understand. He loves you. I see it when he looks at you, talks about you, stands by you. He'll wait a thousand years if he has to." I smiled, my vision blurred from warm, wet tears. I nodded, unable to speak. She pulled me into a hug. I could feel her tears falling down her cheeks, falling onto my back. But, I stayed. Not because I needed it.
But because I knew.
I'm gonna have to leave Harry.

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