*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.
The men walked to the front as Jess made her way over to me.
"What's this all about?" she asked, "Simon ruined my moment." she sulked, folding her arms and slumping down.
I rolled my eyes and laughed.
"Who knows, maybe he just wanted to see the band together again," Leo said, grabbing a chair and sitting down beside Jess, "Clara sit here," he patted his lap and I shook my head.
"I'll break you!" I chuckled, making my way over to him.
"Nah you won't, come on sit down, now."
I sat down and pinched his cheek, "Aw your little irish accent is so cute," Leo blushed and took my hand from his face, "Aw is somebody embarrased?"
"No, just listen to Simon."
I laughed and turned around to face the stage.
I listened to Simon's voice as it rung through the room.
"Would you guys be interested in doing one more tour, a final farewell tour around the world?" he asked.
My dad and the four others looked at eachother and nodded. Harry spoke up, "Yeah, I guess we would be interested."
"That's great! Of course your families can join you on the tour, it would be a great adventure for the kids and your wives!" Simon announced, a giant grin on his face.
I looked over at Jess whose face was lit up so brightly, if she was any happier she could explode.
"So, how about a performance right now to get everybody in the mood?" Simon asked and everybody cheered. My dad is going to sing now? Oh Jesus.
Simon hopped down off the stage and the band jumped up. They stood in a huddle, obviously deciding what song to sing.
Niall picked up the guitarists guitar and made sure it was tuned properly. He strummed the chords and smiled.
"All ready lads!" he announced, standing behind one of the microphone stands.
"Okay, so we're going to sing our first ever single together, What Makes You Beautiful!" my dad smiled, looking at the other boys and signalling to begin.
My dad was the first to sing, and I was pleasantly surprised. He was amazing! As he sang he stared directly at my mom which I thought was the most adorable thing ever.
Harry sang next and I looked over at Jess to see her completely mesmerised by his voice. He was brilliant. He stared at Jess the whole way through his solo, which I thought was just completely gross. Really Jess? Ew.
Next was Zayn's part, his voice flowed so purely. It broke my heart to see him not looking at Tilly. He had his eyes closed and only opened them once his solo was over.
Tilly didn't seem to notice as she danced like a maniac around the dance floor. She was obviously drunk.
The boys all came together for the chorus. I thought they were good individually but when they sang together, it was truely blissful.
After the song was finished, I went over to congratulate my dad.
"Hey dad, this is amazing, we get to go all around the world!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around his neck and hugging him.
He chuckled and stepped back, "Okay Clara, get off me please."
"Woops, sorry," I jumped off him and smiled, "when are we leaving?"
"In a few days, we start in Australia then work our way around the world," dad said, hugging mom who just came to his side.
"Oh cool, and all the guys kids are coming too?" I asked, looking around at all the kids.
"Yeah, it should be fun, right?"
"Of course, I can't wait!" I spun around and ran over to Jess, "we're going around the world Jess!"
"I know I can't wait! Harry will even be there," I rolled my eyes again and laughed as Dylan walked over to Jess' side.
"Hey chikas!" Dylan smiled, "you both excited to spend a whole year of your lives in the company of moi?" he gestured to his face and raised his eyebrows.
"I'd rather stick pins in my eyes," I scoffed, storming past my twin and Dylan.
Then it hit me, I have to spend a whole year of my life with the boy I hate the most.
The boy who caused me heartache and physical pain.
The boy who hit me, and gave me bruises.
The boy who made me stop trusting people.
That boy is Dylan Tomlinson.
----A'N---- I just want to apologise for the awfulness of this chapter. I honestly cannot express my hatred for the terrible chapter. Lol ok. COMMENT PLEASE! :)
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