Gotta Be You

What happens after Jules and Harry get engaged? And what happens when Jules introduces her best friend, Carmen, to Niall? Will he break up with Demi for her or will they keep pretending that they weren't attracted to each other since the moment they met?

*Author Note:* Hey guys! So, this is the sequel to Operation Haylor, which you can find on my profile if you haven't read it. Unfortunately, Josh, the awesome guy who co-wrote Operation Haylor with me, isn't going to be writing any of Gotta Be You (unless he wants to do a bonus chapter or something, which has been discussed, so look out for it possibly).


4. Chapter 4


Five minutes later, Carmen and I heard the bang of car doors being closed outside.

That must be the girls,” I said.

“Maybe Nialler and Harry decided to crash our sleepover,” she teased.

I smiled and dreamily pictured Harry and I cuddled up underneath my sheets. I shook my head, letting go of the thought. It would be a reality soon enough. The next night, as a matter of fact. Butterflies rocketed through my stomach, bouncing back and forth as the reality of that set in.

“Don't joke like that,” I told her lightly, still smiling.

“I wish I wasn't joking,” she told me.

I laughed. “I know you do.”

My mom and the girls burst into my room then. Demi, Danielle, Eleanor, and Perry grabbed me in a group hug. My mom and Carmen stayed put. The girls and I all squealed over the fact that I was getting married tomorrow.

“Hey Carmen,” Danielle said with a wave. “It's nice to see you again.” I watched as Demi's smile faded. She must have remembered Carmen, too. I guess Carmen didn't leave a very good impression on her. I bet she could've done without seeing Carmen again.

“Hey,” Carmen said in return.

Eleanor and Perry greeted her, too. Demi was last.

“Hi Carmen,” she said, obviously forcing her tight lipped smile.

“Hello Demi,” Carmen said formally. I shot her a look as if to say “What was up with that?” She just beamed back at me.

Eleanor threw an arm around my shoulders. “Ready for your last night being single?” she asked.


“See you at the wedding babe,” Eleanor called over her shoulder as she and the girls walked out.

“Bye!” I said. Carmen put an arm around me. “So last night was fun, right?” I asked her.

Last night we had talked for a while, mostly. My mom went to bed around eleven and then the girls and I watched a movie. I fell asleep at one, in the middle of the movie. I needed my beauty sleep for tomorrow.

“Yeah, it was alright,” she said.

“And Demi's nice isn't she?” I said in a slightly raised, hopeful voice. I made my way from the door to my bed and sat down.

“Mm,” she grunted. “I still don't like her.”

I sighed. “Well thanks for at least being civil. But that overly polite thing wasn't very nice,” I scolded her.

She widened her eyes and spread her palms in front of her in a defensive stance. “Why was that 'overly polite'?”

I grabbed a pillow and chucked it at her. She laughed and doubled over to catch it.

I laughed, too. “You do not say 'hello',” I told her.

She gasped, pretending to be surprised. “I do to say hello,” she breathed in mock defiance.

I rolled my eyes playfully. “Whatever, Carmen. I'm not going to try force you guys to be friends. As long as you're nice, that's all I ask.”

She nodded. “And I am nice.”

“Nice-ish,” I corrected her.

She shrugged and sat down on the edge of my bed. “Fine, whatever you say, 'nice-ish'.”


“Put it on! Put it on!” I heard myself squeal.

I tugged at the necklace around my neck, the one Harry had given me for Christmas, and looked down at my big, white, Cinderella-like dress, willing myself not to cry. I've always wanted to wear a dress like this.

“I love you,” Harry told me.

I took a deep breath. I was supposed to walk down the isle after the video of me and Harry's engagement.

My dad looped his arm through mine and the doors of the church opened up. My stomach did a flip as my eyes traveled to Harry. He had a look of calm joy on his face. A look of love.

He beamed at me and my heart started racing as I took the first step. I smiled back at him, watching him through clouded eyes.

My dad let me go and sat down and Harry grabbed my hands. In that moment, I forgot I was standing in front of a bunch of people. A single tear slipped through my clouded eyes and Harry brushed it away with his thumb before grabbing my hand again. I distantly registered the “aw”s and “coo”s of the crowd, and I later remembered hearing my mother blow her nose.

I sighed and let out all the nerves I had been feeling. This was it. This was all I'd ever wanted. Harry was absolutely perfect.


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