With tremendous joy
you are invited to witness
the exchange of vows between

Rebecca Lynn
and
Niall James Horan

Saturday, the twenty first of January
Two Thousand And Seventeen
At Three O’Clock

Mullingar, Ireland

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“Niall, I’m not sure this is a good idea.” Adam says.
“I have to confront him, I can’t let it go.”
“Becca won’t like this.”
“Shh.”
“Can I help you?”
“We’re looking for Grant.” Niall says nonchalantly.
“Oh, I’m sorry, he doesn’t work here anymore.”
Niall raises his eyebrows. “He doesn’t?”
“No, he quit suddenly last week. Hey, I know you.”
Niall grins.
“You’re Becca’s fiancé. How is she doing?”
Adam snickers.
“She’s doing great. Thanks for your help.”
“You’re welcome. Tell her I said hi.”
Niall nods as they head towards the elevator. Adam can’t contain his laughter.
As the elevator doors close, Niall punches him in the arm. “Shut up.”
“I can’t help it. Niall Horan, famous singer? No, just Becca’s fiancé.”
“Funny. Let’s go get a pint.”
Adam wipes away the tears of laughter. “Now that sounds good.”

Adam rolls his eyes as they pull up to the golf course. “I thought we were getting a pint?”
“We are. They have a pub here.”
“At the golf course where Grant’s friend works?”
Niall grins. “Yep.”
“We’re so gonna be in trouble with the girls.”
“Quit your whining, Adam.”
As they wait at the information desk, Adam shakes his head. “It’s not a good idea to make the girls mad. I don’t know about you, but I enjoy getting a nice--”
“Can I help you gentlemen?” The employee asks.
“You can tell me where your friend Grant is.” Niall stares down the young man.
He looks around, lowering his voice. “What did he do?”
“He attacked my fiancé is what the hell his did! And you helped.”
“That’s why he left so abruptly. I’m sorry. Is your fiancé okay?”
Niall is surprised by how genuinely concerned he seems. “She’s alright.”
“He told me his little sister was a huge fan of yours and asked me to tell him just once when you’d set up a tee time.”
“What do you mean he left abruptly?” Adam asks.
“He stopped by just before Christmas; said he’d quit his job and was moving back home. Somewhere back east.”
“Thanks.” Niall says, turning to leave.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Horan.”

Back in the car, Adam laughs.
“What?” Niall asks.
“I guess Kara did a good job of scaring him off. My lady is a badass.”
Niall laughs. “That she is, mate.”
“Can we get that pint now?”
“I’ll have to owe you. I want to get back to B.”
“You guys are coming over tonight for New Year’s Eve though?”
“Yeah, we’ll be there.”

Niall walks through the front door, “B.”
“I’m in the bedroom.”
He pauses at the bedroom door. “It looks like a store exploded in here.” There are dresses laid out all over the bed.
“I know. It’s a bit of a mess, sorry. I’m trying to choose a dress for tonight.”
“We’re just going to Kara’s.”
She smiles, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I have to look good, 2017 is the year I become Mrs. Horan.”
“Well, Mr. Horan happens to think you look amazing even in your sweatpants.”
“Aww, you are too cute, Irish.”
“This is a lot of dresses to choose from.” Niall says as he picks one up.
“I’m also picking one to wear at our rehearsal dinner; and one to wear when we meet with the priest; and-”
“Alright, Babe. My head's gonna explode.”
She laughs. “Too much girly stuff for you? Honestly, it’s a bit much for me too. I should call Kara.”
“Can I talk to you first?”
“Uh oh.” She narrows her eyes.
“Come sit beside me.” Niall says, pushing some dresses aside.
“Should I be concerned?” Becca asks.
“I just thought I should be honest about what I did today. I went looking for Grant.”
Becca looks down. “Niall.”
“I went to your old job and the golf course. He’s quit his job and moved back east.”
“Niall, I asked you to let it go.”
“I know you did, and I tried, B. I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
“I understand, but I wish you’d talked to me about it .”
“I’m sorry, I should have. At least now we know he’s gone.”
“So we can move on? Start 2017 off right?”
“Yes, Mrs. Horan.”
“Oh, guess what we got in the mail today? Our first RSVPs for the wedding.” She hands them to Niall.
“Wow, it’s real, B. In 21 days you’ll be all mine.”
“And you’ll be all mine, Irish.”


“Thanks for having us over tonight, guys.” Becca says.
“Yeah, dinner was great, Kara.” Niall adds.
“Adam helped.” Kara says, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“You two are so cute.” Becca says, “I still can’t believe it...Kara and Hot Adam.”
Adam blushes as Niall shakes his head. “I thought we discussed this, B.”
She grins. “That’s right, you’d prefer that I didn’t put the word hot in front of any of your friend's names.“ She teases.
“What about your cousins, Niall? Does that apply to them? They’re pretty hot.” Kara adds with a smirk.
“Ah geez.” Niall rolls his eyes.
Becca wraps her arms around his neck, whispering in his ear, “You know I think you’re the hottest one of all, right?”
“Will I be your hot husband?”
She smirks. “Are you kidding? That’s how I’m going to introduce you. This is my hot husband, Niall.”
He smiles. “I love you, B.”
“I love you...Hot Niall.”
He laughs against her lips.
“Hey, it’s almost midnight.” Kara says, handing them each a glass of champagne. She grins, pulling Becca’s back from her. “Wait, you can’t have that.”
Niall’s eyes grow big.
Becca takes the glass back, pushing Kara’s arm. “Stop teasing Niall.”
Kara laughs loudly. “You should have seen your face, Horan. Priceless.”
“Adam, can you not control her?” Niall asks.
Adam pulls Kara into his arms, “No, she’s uncontrollable and that’s just how I like her.”
Niall holds up his glass. “To 2017, may it be the best one yet. Full of happiness, health, and love.”
“Cheers.” They each respond, clinking glasses.
Kara turns on the television to watch the ball drop. As she counts down, “10...9…”
Niall pulls Becca in tight to him.
“8...7...6…”
“You are my world, B, and I can’t wait to give you my name.”
“5...4...3…”
“Our wedding day can’t come soon enough, Irish.”
“2...1...Happy New Year!”
Niall leans in for a kiss, his lips lightly meeting Becca’s. “Happy New Year, B.”
“Happy New Year, Niall.”

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