Bittersweet

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Esme's POV

"Is this fancy enough?" I ask Harry as he fiddles with his skinny tie in front of my bedroom door. I was wearing a fitted white mid-length dress that made by boobs and butt look amazing, along with my favorite red heels that matched my bright red lips.

"You look hot as always, but how about me? You know my style is lacking the fanciness." He asks me wise doing a little modeling spin. Harry had on probably his only pair of black skinny trousers, a white button up with of course the sleeve rolled up, and a horribly done tie around his neck with his hair nicely slicked back.

"I cannot take you anywhere," I mumble as I redo his tie. As I'm fixing it, he stares at my face intently as always and I smile, as does he. I try to dismiss the butterflies filling my stomach, so much for better off being friends. It's just lust, I tell myself. I won't deny that I've got lust for him. "I'm driving."

-

We get to the couple's house and try to collect ourselves after screaming lyrics to every song the radio station played. We were honestly immature at it's finest.

Harry rings the door bell and loops his arm with mine before standing up as straight as possible and sticking his head in the air. As I begin giggling at his approach, Emma appears at the door with her pursed lips. "I recall saying eight sharp, it's ten passed eight, but that's all fine. Come on in." she smiles at us and we enter the spectacular home, still looped together.

"Finny bear!" I squeal, not acknowledging the many other fancily dressed people I have know clue as to who they are, are jumping into my best friends arms.

"Essie weasie!" She plays along, hugging me tightly.

"Esme! Harry!" Emma says with wide eyes. "These are Niall's co-workers!"

"Niall darling, do tell about your lovely abode." I say as snotty as possible.

Niall stifles a snort as he ushers the four of us into the kitchen. "Are we embarrassments?" Zayn asks.

"To me, I could care less how you act in front of those people. But this is a huge deal for Emma, and I gotta keep the miss happy." Niall replies dull-like as he stirs his drink in his glass.

"Then why did she invite us, she knows how we act!" Fin says sharply.

"Because we needed to tell you guys, we're moving up the wedding day. So instead of nine more months it'll be two more weeks!" Niall tells us with a tight smile. He didn't seem truly happy about it but maybe I was wrong. I haven't spoken to Niall in the longest of times and I felt like I barely knew him again.

"What? Why? Why would you do such a thing?" Harry questions more intrigued than the rest of us.

"She's not pregnant or anything, we just thought it'd be nicer if we got married sooner than later." He reassures us and sips his drink.

"Excuse me please." Harry says, quickly walking out the back door. Not surprisingly, everyone looks to me for an explanation and/or for me to follow him out, but I don't do either.

"Let's go see what's wrong, Fin." Zayn decides and leads her out the door with him.

I hadn't realized the level of awkward that was left until I heard Niall sigh. Neither of us knew what to say to each other and the memories of our drunken night in England came to mind.

"So, you're getting married in two weeks." I attempt at a conversation.

"Esme can I confide in you?" He asks in a small voice and I nod in response. "I'm scared. Almost terrified. I hadn't realized the level of commitment this whole marriage thing was until it moved up to two weeks! I'm still so young too, and Emma is too. I don't know what to do."

I laugh.

His eyebrows furrow and I can sense his urge to curse me out.

"Niall, you're asking your last ex girlfriend before Emma, if you should marry her yet. I shouldn't be allowed a say in this topic, I'm still shocked I've been invited." I continue to laugh.

"I don't know, years ago I always thought I'd be marrying you." he says.

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Harry's POV

I should be happy, but I wasn't. This all was a mess, nothing was right. Why the fuck was Emma moving up the wedding? Damn, did I want to tell Niall how crazy that girl was, but he'd never believe me.

"Harry," I hear Fin's worried voice behind me. "Honey, are you okay?"

"Can you just reassure us that you're not secretly in love with Emma and we'll leave you be." Zayn blurts out.

"Fuck no, I'm not. She's the devil's child, I don't want to see Niall suffer. I can't be the only one who saw the look in his eyes as he told us! Or seeing him not being him! How can we let him do this to himself?" I rant.

"People evolve mate, he's not the same go-lucky man he was way back when," Zayn chooses to speak before Fin can most likely punch me. "And Emma is the sweetest thing, I doubt she's the uh..devil's offspring."

"It's because you don't know...God, I shouldn't be saying this.." I mutter, deciding what words to choose.

"Come on Harry, you know you can trust me and Zayn doesn't speak to anyone besides us, say what you need to say." Fin urges.

"Emma k--"

"You called?" The fake perky voice of the wicked witch emerges from the garden. "Dinner's ready!"

(A/N: whoaaah slow down with these updates yo. lol I'm dumb, bye. ox, Dee)