My Week as Mrs. Liam Payne

-Author's Note- So I promised an extra long chapter if I got 1,000 or more reads, and I did, so here you go. For anyone that was wondering, my friend and I made up on Saturday, and the beach was a lot of fun (except for the part where I got really awkward sunburn and she got a tan D:) So yeah... I met this person that went to prom on a firetruck (which is AWESOME :D) 

ENJOY, MY CRUMPETS!!! Y'ALL EARNED THIS ONE :D

Chapter Nine:

Liam and I sat across from each other at the table. Harry flipped some blueberry pancakes onto our paper plates.

"Thank's Haz!" We chimed.

He smiled. "Welcome Miam."

I raised my eyebrows. "What?"

"Your celebrity couple name." He explained.

"I'm not a celebrity!" I whined.

Harry rolled his eyes at me. "Mia, dear. How many times do we have to remind you that you're about to marry THE Liam Payne. That makes you famous."

I stuck my tongue out at him. "You're just jealous that I'M marrying Liam and YOU'RE not!"

Harry winked. "Just a lil bit."

Someone knocked on the door. "OOH I'LL GET IT!!!" Louis yelled. He jumped up and ran to the door.

"It's Cath and Niall, mates."

I laughed. "Ask them what the password is."

Liam lightly punched my arm. "C'mon Mia how old are we, again?" He teased.

"And more importantly, what's the password?" Louis added.

I looked at the celing for a second. "The password is...Louis likes carrots."

Louis punched the air. "YESSSSSS!!!!"

"THE PASSWORD IS 'LOUIS LIKES CARROTS'! NOW LET US IN BEFORE I BREAK THE DOOR DOWN!" Cath yelled from outside.

Louis sighed. "Ugh...fine."

Niall looked at the stack of pancakes on my plates. "FOOOD!" He yelled, before charging into the kitchen.

Cath rolled her eyes playfully. "Mia! You ready to plan your fairy-tale wedding? I brought magazines!" She squealed, waking Maddy up.

"Unghhh. Somebody was snoring all night!" She groaned.

"That was you, Maddy." I rolled my eyes.

"No it wasn't!" She whined.

"Whatever, Mads. You wanna come help me plan my wedding?"

Her face lit up. "Duh!"

Cath motioned us over to the couch, where she was sitting.

I flipped through a dress catalouge. I looked at a few dresses. Then Mads screamed.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH."

"WHAT?!?!"

"OHMIGOD OHMIGOD OHMIGOD!!! MIA YOU HAVE TO GET THAT DRESS!!!" She pointed at a dress on one of the pages.

I shook my head. "Jesus, Madison. You nearly gave me a heart attack."

She laughed. "Sorry, Mi."

The dress was hideous. "Mads...you gotta be joking."

She smirked. "Hehe."

Cath stood up. "We're not going to find any good dresses in catalouges, stupid. We need to go shopping."

"Yay!" Maddy squealed.

The guys glanced at each other. "Umm...can we stay here?" Zayn asked.

I glared at them. "Sure...if you want us to pick out the most hideous tuxes we can find and force you to wear them."

They rolled their eyes. "Okay fine. But your threat didn't scare us a bit, Mia." Harry said.

"Well it SHOULD! Mia's known for picking out some ugly outfits." Maddy laughed.

I grinned. "Yeah. I might buy stripes for everyone except Louis!"

Louis gasped. "Stripes are MY thing!"

"So come shopping with us, and we'll avoid that situation."

The boys sighed. "Ugh, fine."

"Yay! Hazza's gonna drive!"

Harry glared at me. "Why do I always have to drive?"

"Because if you LIKE your car, you shouldn't let Mia drive." Mads explained with a laugh.

"You're still on that?"

Everyone else looked confused.

"Mia once drove my car into a tree." Maddy sighed.

"In all fairness, I was young and stupid."

Mads raised her eyebrows. "That was last month."

Harry nodded. "Okay, from now on, Mia isn't allowed to drive."

"HARRY!" I protested.

He laughed. "All in favor of Mia driving?"

I raised my hand.

"That's one to six, Mia. You're in left field." Zayn said.

I pouted. "Ugh, fine. Louis gets to drive."

Harry frowned. "Why Louis?"

"Because he's NOT you, Haz." I winked.

"Ugh, god Mia, you're impossible."

* * * * *

The car ride there was very loud and very smooshed (as usual). Cath, Mads and I were singing a horrible rendition of What Makes You Beautiful, while the boys covered their ears.

"Liam, Mia, I hope that your kids DON'T inherit Mia's vocal talent." Louis laughed.