4.11.2018
𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓐 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼
Part One Of Two
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{2 person}
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"(Y/N)!"
Sebastian ran into your office like a bullet, right after he ran Claude with papers and tea, you roll around in your chair to face them, in front of you sat Flavio.
"Well, hello."
Today was your and Flavio's tea spilling day and you weren't planning on working any more than to sign papers.
"(Y/N)"
Shouted Claude who was panting.
"I don't understand."
You smile, Sebastian points at the papers in his hands making the tap sound you always hear in math class.
"Well, it's time."
You stood up as Flavio stood up.
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"What do you mean that I have to design a wedding dress?"
Sebastian was hiding something, he hid behind the papers.
"It's just to experiment, I read online that it's good for your fashion company?"
Claude said you shrugged not really listening what he was saying because now this thing is a competition of who will do it first before anyone else hears about it.
You began thinking about all the dresses you could make.
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You took off your rope as you looked at yourself in the mirror, Allen was reading something of his phone, he looked up for a moment and smiled.
"All for me?"
He jokes and you smile and spun and began to crawl to him and cuddled to him while in deep in thought.
"Whacca thinking suga bun?"
"I am supposed to make dresses, and I have no idea where to start."
"Dresses? Aren't you known for your dresses?"
"Wedding dresses."
Allen smiled and looked up.
"Wedding? That thing where two people or more make their relationship more official but this time by law."
You nodded with a smile and looked at your bare fingers, it would be nice to be married and have that ring. Walk out with your father while so many people look at you and it's all about you and one other person you love.
"Allen?"
He mm'd in response still on his phone and his other hand playing with your hair.
"What if we got married?"
He froze, he had been thinking about that for a while and a long while at that, but he didn't know how to do it, he had been working with his dad to buy the perfect ring and it was worth every minute of work and poisoned cupcakes.
Putting his phone down he went to the bedside table and pulled out a little white box but hid it so you wouldn't see.
The rain outside was calming as you waited for his answers and the surprise.
"What about it?"
He asked finally.
"I mean-- we have known each other for more than a year, why not seal it officially and do what society and my fans have wanted us to do."
Allen then began to sit up, you moved. Still, on the big and fluffy bed, he went on one knee and showed you the box, he began to tear up and you stood up on your knees in front of him.
"(Y/N) (L/N), you are the most amazing and beautiful person in the world, every time I'm around you, or even when I am just thinking about you I can't think about anything else than your amazing fucking smile and your face, I can't stop thinking about you, I have fallen so deeply in love with you that I would be happy to get a matching Halloween costume with you-- even fucking matching phone wallpapers-- not to mention matching rings. This year that I have been with you had been full of only good memories and improvements I didn't even know existed-- like the colour sagnia---"
You nodded and smeared your tears all over your face, he opened the box.
"(Y/N) will you marry me?"
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Walking out of yet another fabric store you tried to find the right material for the dress.
Your dress,
your wedding dress.
Flavio and Francis ran behind you holding bags of everything you had bought, this dress was about to cost more than the whole wedding.
"Why did I think that 5 months was a good time and then sit back now I have 4 weeks!"
Paparazzi was following you step after step, the two men behind you were asking for them to stop, you were on your way to fall down but a fabulous limousine stopped right at your steps, the door opened and your heard familiar voices telling you all to get in.
Flavio and Francis didn't think twice and jumped in saying hello then gasping, you crawled in and saw no one other than your mother sitting with her legs crossed and your father next to her, your two brothers were being gawked at by Francis and Flavio.
Gasping again they all smiled at you.
"Mom!? Dad? Edward and Dylan, by the way, fantastic shoes, what are you doing here?"
You asked them.
"Wait, sweetie, are you telling me that Dylan mother fucking Luis is your brother?"
Flavio asked as he pointed at the scared blonde.
"I thought it was said in his Wikipedia page that you read always."
Francis joked.
"I don't..."
Flavio sniffed, your mom then sat up straighter.
"You're getting wedded in a mouth and as we ought gotten to see the lucky lad."
She stopped every now and then to look at your two best friends.
"And don't you tell me that it's one of them."
She adds.
"No, mother, it's not one of them, Al is home, but--"
Before you could finish your dad shouted for your driver to drive to your penthouse.
"And we too need to... have a word with him, he is getting married to an (L/N) after all."
Your dad has always been full of himself and the family name, Dylan then nodded.
"And he's marrying you, he has to be better than perfect."
Flavio who had been listening licks his lips, Edward tries to make his glance go off of him with making weird faces at him.
"Oi! Stop being so fancy."
He demands and then slides to you and ruffles your hair.
"He is probably perfect for (Y/N), I have seen pictures."
He winks as then flexes his hand.
"He has a lot of them abs."
He adds.
"Edward, this is your sister's fiancee."
Dyan says.
"Just being honest."
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"I never understood why you haven't moved to a house, I mean this apartment ought to be a solid place for children in the future."
Your mother said as you went up in the elevator.
"Dear, don't pressure her."
Dad said, with his hand on mothers waist she chuckled, Dylan looked up from his phone.
"Will the kid have your eyes or Allen's red eyes?"
Asked Dylan, mother takes Dyalns phone and saw the picture Dylan had been looked at of Allen.
"He has red eyes? I like him, marry him."
You looked at mother and then smiled.
"That's the plan."
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Opening the big white doors, Allen was eating a salad while walking back to the kitchen, he looked at you and then put his salad down.
Flavio and Francis walked from the big group of your family and walked up to Allen and filled him in and when they got to the part that those people in the doorway were your family he chuckled awkwardly.
"Mister. (L/N)! Misses. (L/N)! So happy to meet you finally."
He walked up to them and quickly shook their hands quickly.
"I am Allen Jones!"
It was surprising how charming he was.
"Hello Allen, it's darling to meet you, it really is."
Your mother said and your brothers came from behind you.
"Oh, you must be Edward and Dylan."
He said it seemed like he had been practising this like he would get paid for it.
"Yes, dashing to meet you in person."
Dylan says and shakes his hand.
"Absolute pleasure."
Edward said when they shook hands he nodded his head at the same time.
You walk inside and let everyone follow you, Dylan was still in front of Al while everyone else followed you and sat down on the couch, your mother sat next to your father as you go and hand her some iced coffee from today and then you handed your brothers a chocolate bar.
Allen sat on a chair and you sat on his lap while your family settled in.
"So Allen."
Your father stared.
"Where are you from?"
He asked you thought he was going to ask something worse.
"New York."
He answered, Edward then quickly started a new conversation.
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Your family and Allen were now laughing, after much drinking and cake Allen and your father had found their love for baseball and the same team.
Dylan, Edward and yourself were in the kitchen talking about Allen sipping on some wine, your mom had left to nap while Falvio and Francis had work.
"(Y/N), I am so happy that I won mine and Edwards bet."
Dylan nudged Edward while he handed him a 100-pound note.
"You had a bet?"
You asked, Edward nudged on Dylan and he frowned and handed him another 50-pound bill.
"Is this because your companies are a failure?"
You asked and then high-fived yourself.
"It's sad that you don't have anyone to high-five."
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