For Brandi ( who I'm afraid will some day haunt me down with a chainsaw

"A good quote is hard to come by, but when you find it, life become more inspiring and you know it's fate" - unknown

- Viviana -

'I fixed my dress and smiled at myself in the mirror. I looked beautiful I just couldn't believe today was my wedding day.

My dad stood behind the brown doors waiting for me. He smiled as we waited for Fraya and Serena to walk down the aisle ahead of us.

Dad nodded to the organist and we began to glide gracefully down the aisle as the wedding march played. Harry's back faced me alongside Louis who was gawping at me.

He wasn't the only one, everyone was gawping. My mother, my family, the rest of the boys.

I thought I couldn't be happier, that nothing could change how great this day was until that same knife feeling plunged in my guy and I keeled over, panting to the ground.

No one tried to help me but they looked at me with pity. "Poor girl" I heard some of them say "poor Harry" other said.

I shook my head and told myself to get back up but I didn't have the energy. Why wasn't Harry looking at me?

"Harry!" I screamed, my arms collapsing underneath my weight so my cheeks slammed to the floor.

The curly haired boy turned to show his devastated face. A face that would break even the coldest of people's hears.

The face of someone who had been lied to'

Shooting into sitting position I looked around Harry's room in horror. Sweat dripping from my head. Harry lay beside me, oblivious to the dream I had just had, snoring loudly as I panted heavily.

I winced slightly at the memory and wiped the sweat from my forehead. Then I lay down again knowing there was no way I was going back to sleep.


"Are you sure your family don't mind me coming I mean I barely know them" I asked worriedly, fidgeting with my hair in the car mirror.

Harry reached across from the drivers seat and pressed his hand on mine.

"Actually they specifically said they didn't want you to come but I though it'd be funny"

I scowled at him.

"But seriously Haz, what if they think what I'm wearing is too inappropriate? oh god it is isn't I mean are you allowed show leg at a christening? Harry turn around I need to change"

Harry sighed and looked at me as we stopped in traffic. "Would you stop worrying! You look great, they'll be so happy to see you great"

Unsatisfied with this I huffed in my seat.

It had been a week since I'd had that terrifying dream and a lot had happened. One major thing being Harry's cousin Georgia inviting us to her sons christening.

I had had decided on an outfit I was slowly regretting. White linen shorts which faded to pink at the bottom and a matching linen blazer along with a tucked in pink tee and matching studded toms.

It had been quite a bold

Choice but I'd found that Anne had a very unique taste in clothing and she had helped me pick it out.

My hair was pulled back into a high pony and I was taking complete advantage of the sun by wearing my favorite pair of pink Ray-Bans.