“So we’re going to try wedding dresses on today.” I tell the camera that was placed next to me as I drove down the roads of Los Angeles. “I think... this is the most exciting thing I’ve been looking forward too. And I’m not really sure what I want, I guess I’ll just have to see.”
“Typical Lennox.” Dani mutters loud enough that I can hear, and Kendall laughs next to her.
“What?” I question, trying to focus on Dani, and immediately El screams.
“Eyes on the road!” I roll my eyes, turning back in my seat and slowing as cars queue up at the red lights. “She means that you never decide to something straight away.”
“I do too!” I shout back.
“Really? Name one time when you have said decided to something and not changed your mind later on.”
My first instinct was when Niall asked me to be his girlfriend, the instant-ness of it was insane, but I knew I wanted to be with him, no matter what.
“When Rob asked me to marry him.” I reply instead, my heart hurting that I keep lying like this. But what am I supposed to do? I can’t do anything anymore.
“You’re so cute Lenn.” Dani coos.
I smile back at her, and El is the only one with a frown on her face.
“You and Rob are adorable.”
“His jaw is going to drop open when he sees your dress on the wedding day.” Kendall says. “You are going to look gorgeous.”
“I’m happy someone has confidence in me.” I tell Kendall. We had this special bond straight away, spending most of our time together, perhaps it was because there’s a small age gap between us, or maybe she just has that personality trait within her that allowed her to become best friends with absolutely everyone.
I take the turning down to the shop that I had only seen in passing, and then Kris had decided to tell me that it was the perfect place to get my dress, as well as the bridesmaids’ dresses as well.
I park the car, the guy, Marcus, holding the camera on his shoulder and following us to the fancy shop.
“I’m really glad you both flew out here.” I grab El and Dani’s hands squeezing them to show just how much I appreciate it.
“Well you couldn’t do it without us.” El tells me. “We’re irreplaceable.”
“That is true.” I joke back, smiling broadly with my two best friends.
The moment that going dress shopping was mentioned to Liam and Dani over FaceTime over a week ago, Dani had planned the flights and hotels to stay in, rang up El, and in four days they were in LA, ready to help me dress shop with Kendall.
“Lennox! We’ve been expecting you!” A shop assistant greets us immediately, offering us all champagne off a tray, and I glare at Kendall when she tries to take a glass, and immediately lowers her hand.
“Could get used to this.” El muses, sipping some of her champagne and looking around the lavishly white shop. We’re guided to some plush sofas, mirrors and a pedestal, where obviously I would be standing when I try on my dresses.
After one of the shop girls ties my hair up and puts a tiara in my hair, to make me feel like an actual bride, El, Dani and Kendall look through dresses on the racks, as I scour through magazines. Finally, my eyes land on a dress, the dress seemed... almost as if it were not made of silk like every other dress you saw, but the fabric more... rough through your fingers. There was lace travelling over my neck and down my front, and a sache delicately placed down my back, clearly to add to the design.
“Do you have this one?” I ask Clare, a shop girl who was helping me through magazines, and her eyes perk up to the dress, immediately nodding and rushing towards Sarah, the head woman.
“Perfect!” She squeals, and runs to the back room. El comes over and sits next to me, grabbing a magazine.
“Let’s see.” She says, referring to the magazine in my hand, and I hand it to her, her eyes glazing over the dress.
“Niall will love it.” It was clear that the name was an accident, her hand going to her mouth, covering it and looking to be with apologetic eyes.
“Lennox!” I look up, Sarah and Clare holding a dress in their hands, holding it so that it doesn’t hit the floor. “Let’s make you look like a bride.”
The dress was fiddly, first I stepped inside, immediately it was pulled up, and I had to tangle my head and arms through the delicate lace that wrapped around my body. Then sache was done up, and I felt helpless as Clare and Sarah muttered incoherent curses about the damn thing that took forever to be tied to perfection, and was only going to be undone again when I take it off.
I step out, the curtain around me pulled away, and there are three collective gasps, Dani and El tearing up at the sight of me.
“Oh my God.” Dani breathes out, staring at me in the dress. “I don’t care if it’s the first dress, this is the one!” Sarah walks off, going to her phone, but my eyes are still on Kendall, waiting for the feedback.
“Rob will die seeing you in that.” Kendall motions up and down. “You look absolutely stunning.”
El stays silent, and I bite my lip, she’s just watching me, almost critically.
“Hang on.” She stands to her feet, going towards the bathroom, I take a step forwards, but then Sarah comes back, flapping her arms like a mad woman.
“I just got off the phone with the designer of the dress!” She exclaims, “And she’s willing to make you a one of a kind!”
A one of a kind? By the goddess who made the dress that seemed too perfect for me?
“You’re joking!” I reply, my mouth dropping open. If she knew exactly what I looked for in a dress... she could make my perfect wedding dress. This was insane.
“No! She says she wants to meet with you in a few weeks with some designs and you can choose which one you want!”
“This is insane.” I blurt out, how was it that I was marrying the man I love, and everything seemed to be going perfectly? Everything was going to plan, the venue, the church, the honeymoon, photographers and florists, and now... now the perfect dress was being made only for me. But there was just one thing that was bugging my mind.
“Is El still in the bathroom?” I ask, Kendall and Dani nod, and I pull the dress to the same height as my ankles, stepping down from the pedestal and following the signs for the bathroom, wanting to know exactly what was wrong with her. When I reach the door, I open it slightly, about to announce myself to her, when I hear a raise voice.
“I can’t do it Lou.” My eye goes to the small gap between the door and the wall, El is pacing in her jeans, her phone tightly pressed against her ear, her other hand playing with the ends of her hair. “She says she’s happy, she smiles, she jokes, she talks non-stop about the wedding. But... that’s just the thing. I know Lennox, when she was dating Niall, recounting stories about everything, she didn’t talk about the actual dates, it would be how Niall reacted to everything. But now... “Oh yes we booked the photographer, and we’ve sorted out flowers drone drone drone.” She doesn’t mention how Rob feels about the wedding, even when I try and get it out of her, hell, she doesn’t even mention how she feels about the wedding. I’m afraid that she thinks she can’t get out of it, I’m afraid that she wants to be marrying Niall, not Rob.” El stays silent, clearly hanging of every word that Louis is saying to her. “Lou, I don’t know if I can stay silent and put a smile on my face. How am I supposed to tell her that I don’t want her to marry him? The smile doesn’t reach her eyes, and when she thinks we’re not looking, every damn time her smile drops and she just... thinks. And... I noticed, she still has the treble clef bracelet... yeah, the one that Niall got her, that says Niall and Lennox, maybe it’s her subconscious saying that- No, Lou- Listen! She wouldn’t have kept it if she didn’t have any feelings for him.”
Why was El, supposedly one of my best friends saying this to her boyfriend, who was best friends, practically brothers, with my ex-boyfriend. The boy who I’m supposedly “in love with”.
But you are, everything she’s saying is true.
I hadn’t noticed that El had hung up the phone, or was exciting the bathroom, until the door was opened in front of me, and El stared at me, extremely guiltily.
“Lennie...” She stops, cracking her knuckles, acting the most nervous that I have ever seen her.
“Save it.” I say, waving my hand dismissively. I know exactly why I’m not making a big deal of it, because El makes sense, and seems to be the only one who understands what I’m going through. I walk past her, my eyes already brimming with tears, and I know that El has noticed, when she places her hands around my waist, and pulls my back towards her, shushing me as I gasp, holding my breath for too long.
“You don’t need to tell me anything, just know I’m here for you.” I turn, finding it hard to walk in the dress and rest my head in the crook of her neck, still sobbing.
“He doesn’t love me anymore.”
“Who?” El asks in response.
“Niall.” I answer. “He... I saw him when I was getting stuff for the engagement party... he had a date.”
“Who with? Are you sure he wasn’t just saying that?” I shake my head, remembering vividly the shock he had on his face when he saw me at the supermarket... when I stated about his date, his smile... he wasn’t that good at acting. He clearly did have a date.
“No, he does. But I don’t know who she was.” I mumble into her neck.
“Lennie, if you want him back... he’d take you back.” I pull away, shaking my head and wiping the tears from under my eyes.
“No, I’m marrying Rob.”
“For Christ’s sake Lennox!” El shouts. “You’re 20! You don’t want to be marrying Rob! You’ve known him what... 4 months? It’s not right! You should be off dating, writing music, touring more, but you’re planning a wedding! You’re not a little girl Lennox, you should be doing what’s right for you, not what will please everyone else!”
“I can’t!” I scream at her, my voice coming out high-pitched and raspy as I scream at her at the top of my voice. “El, I can’t be with him... you don’t understand, he cheated with that girl, I can’t.”
I can’t ever risk what I have with Rob for something with Niall, ever. What I have with Rob is whole and real and perfect. I can’t risk it. Ever. Niall makes think feel uneven now. I can’t be in a relationship if I don’t fully trust them, and I’ll never bring myself to trust him, the image of Niall and Molly will always be there for me to remember.
“Lennox!” The bathroom door opens, and I turn away from Kendall, who has entered the room, holding my phone in her hands. “Rob’s on the phone.” The phone is passed in front of me, El keeping her arm resting on my shoulder and take it from her hand, immediately trying to sound cheerful.
“Hey Robbie.” I coo into the phone.
“Lenno, how’s it going?” He asks.
“Good, I’m standing in the most gorgeous dress I have ever seen.” I tell him. “And the designer of the dress wants to make a one of a kind for me.”
“That’s amazing. Just two or three months until our special day.”
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about...” He pauses. “We’ve chosen a date.”
“A date?” I repeat. “What date?”
“The 6th of September!” He exclaims.
“No.” I reply instantly, a frown forming on my face.
“No? Why?” He asks, and I bite my lip.
“That’s the date... that Niall asked me to officially become his girlfriend.” I tell him. “I can’t.”
“Lennox it’s either the 13th or the 6th if we want to get married in the church.” He raises his voice higher. “And I ruled out the 13th after I was informed that it was your ex-boyfriend’s birthday!”
“Robbie, please don’t get angry.” I beg. “I’m sorry, I just don’t want anyone connecting our special day to Niall, or my relationship with Niall.”
“What’s it going to be?” He asks. “Because we argued for weeks over the church, do you really want to go through that? Is it the 13th or the 6th?”
Kardashian Wedding Date Officially Announced!
I sigh at the newspaper article in bed, Rob’s head resting on my stomach in my bedroom in Dani and I’s flat in London in late August.
“Since when did we officially announce the date of our wedding?” I ask him, and Rob’s head moves slightly.
“Must be because the episode was shown.” He tells me.
I bite my lip, scanning the article for any mention of Niall’s name, and obviously, there it was at the bottom:
Perhaps the couple’s sense of humour got the better of them when choosing a date in September to hold their wedding, opting for “Friday the Thirteenth” and failed to notice that the date just so happened to be Lennox’s ex-boyfriend’s birthday, or maybe possessive Rob wanted to send out a message that Lennox was once and for all, his.
“Why do they see you as this possessive guy?” I ask, running my hands through his hair.
“Maybe it’s the way I proposed to you... it could have been seen as possessive.” No kidding. Proposing to a girl, probably only because she kissed her ex-boyfriend might just come off as a bit too possessive.
“How many days until the wedding?” I ask him, smiling at the thought of wearing my beautiful dress, despite not choosing between the final two dresses, both of them already made for my final decision.
“Well it’s the 25th of August...” He trails off, doing the maths work in his head. “So 20 days until our big day.” He turns his head, and then leans up, kissing my lips. “I can’t wait to call you Mrs Kardashian. It’s going to the start of the rest of our lives together.”
20 days. That’s 480 hours. 28,800 minutes and 1 million 728 thousand seconds and counting until my relationship and love for Niall must be officially over.
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Okay... hope my time-jumping didn't confuse anyone there... O.O
20 days until the Robbox wedding.. what's going to happen? Nobody knows! Except me... obviously....
only... what... 11 chapters left :'(
The photo on the side is the dress that Lennox tried on..
The song is My Love Is Like A Star by Demi Lovato... I just I really really love this song :')
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