Roommates

40

It has been about 1 year since Niall and Harry got engaged. It's still crazy to believe.

After that interesting Christmas, life went back to normal. Mostly.

Jordan, Brandon, Alicia, and Ellie went back to America to start the new semester at their schools.

Maura, Anne, and Gemma all go out to girls a dinner once or twice a week.

On Sunday evenings, they all, Harry, Mica, Bethany, and Niall included, have family dinner, catching up on the events of the week, and the planning for the next.

Its finally December again, this time filled with holiday cheer and pre-wedding jitters.

The long year of planning a wedding and getting the guest list, and the food, the cake, the suits, the groomsmen's suits and the bridesmaids' dresses, the venue, has finally started to come to a close.

Harry and Niall decided to get married two weeks before Christmas, that way they could go on their honey moon and be back in time to spend Christmas with their family.

They even sent an invitation to the wedding to Mikey, just to be petty.  They don't expect him to show up though. 

***

It's finally the day of the wedding and Niall is losing his mind.

He frantically running around and shrieking at everyone that gets remotely near him.

"Niall, baby! You have to calm down!" Maura yells to her son, who is frantically pacing back and forth across the expanse of the hotel room, half naked in only his boxers and socks.

"NO MA! I CAN'T! WHAT IF I CAN'T DO IT?! WHAT IF I CHICKEN OUT?! WHAT IF HARRY DECIDED HE DOESN'T WANT TO MARRY ME ANYMORE AND HE LEAVES ME AT THE ALTER?!"

"Baby, that won't happen!"

"YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!"

She sighs as he slumps on the bed. Head in his hands, eyes closed. She walks out of the room, closing the door behind her after grabbing the room key off the dresser. She walks down the hall, two rooms over, to Harry's. He seems to be much better than Niall is, she decides after he opens the door to her knock.

There's no clothes strewn over the floor, there's not a man pacing the floor, and she doesn't hear any screaming. 

"How are you Harry?"

"Umm nervous. Very excited though" he says grinning and tightening his robe as he sits on the bed. 

"Good" she says smiling fondly at him, and sitting with him on the bed. She takes a deep breath and says "we have a little problem"

Harry's face falls. "What sort of problem?"

"Niall"

"Oh Lord. What's wrong?"

"He's freaking out. He thinks you're gonna leave him at the alter."

"I would never!!"

"I know, baby. But he just needs some reassurance. I need you to go over there and talk to him" she says smiling slightly. 

"But its bad luck to see each other before the wedding"

"Then you won't see each other" she grins.

"what?"

And that how Harry found himself standing outside of Niall's bathroom door. He could hear things being broken and thrown around, and Niall's heavy breathing.