Being Liam Payne's Twins

Big News

*Jess' P.O.V.*

As I sat there in my own pool of misery, I realised two things.

1. Nobody likes me.

2. I will be forever alone.

The evening had gone fine. The dinner was amazing and everybody was laughing and talking like old friends.

But now it was the part of every wedding I hated. Dancing. I am by no means a bad dancer, I'm a great dancer actually. I just despise dancing with mostly drunk people at these hideous weddings.

A slow song started playing. Who knows what song it was, all I knew was that it was slow. Clara was dancing with Leo. They looked cute together, I must admit.

Everyone had a dance partner. Even Dylan was dancing with some relation of Zayn's. She was an elderly woman, but I could tell Dylan was having fun dancing with her.

I stopped staring once I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to face Harry. He was standing tall, smirking down at me a hand held out.

"Care to dance?" He asked in a posh voice.

I blushed, knowing Harry wanted to dance with me, ME!

"Certainly," I replied copying his posh accent. We both laughed and walked hand in hand to the dance floor.

Harry turned to me once we reached the middle of the floor and pulled me close to him by my waist. He gently guided my arms around his neck as we slowly began dancing.

Harry pulled me even closer to him, if that was possible so that now, all that seperated us was our layers of clothing. I smiled and stared right into his eyes.

"You have amazing eyes Harry," I complimented, moving my hand over to brush a curl back that was hanging in his face.

He laughed, "Thank you Jess, but they're just green."

I giggled and pulled our faces closer together. We were millimetres away from our lips touching. I felt pairs of eyes burning into us but in that moment I didn't care.

His eyes travelled down to my lips and back to my eyes just as a voice broke our moment.

"Hello everybody!" said the voice. It belonged to a man, an old one at that. Thanks man. Ruin everything.

I was about to insult the man and complain to Harry how annoying he was, but the expression on Harry's face told me otherwise. I looked at him, my eyebrows furrowed as he whispered one word.

"Simon."

*Clara's P.O.V.*

I looked at Leo, a confused look surely showing on my face.

"Why is Simon Cowell at Zayn's wedding?" Leo asked.

"Beats me," I answered, following Leo's gaze to the small stage.

There stood quite an elderly man, snow white hair and a cane that weirdly matched with his tie.

He smiled at everyone and continued what he was saying, "Firstly, of course congratulations Zayn and Tilly," my heart ached at the two names used so openly together. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, opening them only when I was relaxed.

"I have an announcment to make, if the five One Direction boys, well men now, could please step to the front of the crowd, it would be helpful," Simon continued, gesturing to the area infront of the stage.

I looked at the five men in turn. They were all exchanging glances with eachother. Trying to mouth words without being heard.

My eyes lastly fell to my dad. He looked like a lost puppy in all fairness. I thought he was going to cry. Poor dad.