More than a year later.

"Niall, I don't want to be late for the wedding. In addition, it is our first and it sucks already if we are late like that.

- It's good, I stop kissing you and I finish washing."

He stops kissing me in the shower, and we wash. Niall is often charming when we take our shower together. I go out quickly and hurry to dry myself so I can get dressed and get ready for this event. I dress in a long black dress slit on the sides and black pumps, but put my converse in my bag to be able to dance. I go to the bathroom and meet Niall who is trying to comb his hair.

"Do you want me to help you?" I asked.

"I want yes Angel, thank you."

After having combed her hair, I make mine that I put in a ponytail so that it still makes class then make up me with a light dash of eyeliner, mascara and lipstick. I join Niall and the others in the living room. They are waiting for me all.

"I'm sorry, but a person slowed me in my tracks, but I love this person so you have to forgive him.

- We forgive him, of course, but they have already arrived, and about to begin the ceremony, so we must hurry," said Perrie.

"Anyway, they don't all have their best men, so they will have to wait for us," Niall whispered.

"Let's go then, let's not waste time," I shouted lightly.

We then leave in several cars to the church to find the couple. Niall joins Harry who is getting ready while Liam is already there for Louis who is more stressful than his future husband. While the others and I, we settle in the church while waiting for the ceremony.

The ceremony was very moving, they said yes, I needed my handkerchief to dry my few tears flowing down my cheeks. We are now at the table with the bride and groom where we speak.

"Who's next?" Harry asked smiling.

"In the logic of things, Zayn and myself, since he asked me in marriage, about two years ago now.

- Li ', you know very well what I think. I am not yet -

- Ready for that. I know it and I respect it. I said that to make you react a little since you have been silent since earlier.

- I'm sorry my love, but I'm a little thoughtful, that's all.

"Don't worry my angel," said Liam, who kisses him in the neck. "I love you.

- I love you too."

It's finally time for the opening of the ball. Harry finds himself in front of Louis. They take their hands in the position of a waltz. Love Me Like You Do sounds. I let myself be rocked by the rhythm of Ellie Goulding's music and their unconditional love. It is then that I am interrupted in my thoughts by my boyfriend.

"Would you give me that dance?"

I then accept with pleasure and start waltzing with him. I love this dance. It is indeed me who has learned to Niall of course, but also to the bride and groom. It wasn't easy. Harry learned very quickly. He is very schooly while Louis took a lot more time. He kept stepping on my feet, so I said stop, despite my great patience. It was then Harry who took over and there it was the click.

The music comes to an end and I stop then by burying myself in the chest of Niall who serves me hard in his arms and kisses me the top of the skull. I detach myself from him and look at him intensely, taking his hands. I get closer to him and whisper a few words.

"I want madness."

He looks at me, not understanding what I want to talk about.

"I mean, I want sex here in a public place. I know it's not our kind, but -"

He cuts me off kissing me. I then put my hands in his neck.

"In the storage room tables and chairs, it suits you?"

- It's perfect."

I then take his hand to find us in the room. He closes the door, and we find ourselves kissing wildly. I snatch the buttons of his shirt and find himself shirtless while I'm still in dress, but not for long. He takes it off as quickly as his shirt was removed.

I find myself in underwear. He looks at me, biting his lip. That's when he puts his left hand on my hips and comes to pass under my underwear bottom. I arch. He makes small circles and inserts a finger. My breath is no longer regular and I leave incomprehensible screams. I am ecstatic in a few seconds. But suddenly the door opens. Harry.

"Oops, sorry guys," he said hiding his eyes. "Continue what you have to do. I am leaving. Excuse me again."

I look at Niall, and we burst out laughing at this situation. We still decide to continue and then we dress again to join others after using the toilet.

"That was good what I see," Harry shouted through the music.

"Sorry man. A feminine drive," Niall replied.

"And a fantasy," I added.

"Don't worry, it happens to everyone. Even the bride and groom," added the curly.

"What? You did it in the same room? But when?" Asked my best friend.

"You know when we were supposedly gone in the kitchen for dessert. Well, it was for another," laughed Harry.

"Jerrie are next," I said.

"Or, Ziam," Niall retorted.

"We may know it in the evening, tomorrow or another day. But for now, let's just dance and enjoy the evening," Harry shouted.

Then we go on the dance floor and we unleash ourselves to the beat of the music.