Little him *complete*

"Daddy, will I see Niall again?" Ciara asked her father, still looking at the place where the little boy had stood a few seconds ago. "I'm sorry Ciara; I'm afraid you won't see Niall ever again..." She kept repeating this sentence in her head; and even after all those years that went by, Ciara still keeps hoping that her dad was wrong.


18. Wedding day


*One month and a half later*


I had promised myself I wouldn’t cry. I didn’t want to burst into tears. But I couldn’t help it.
I cried harder than ever during the whole ceremony of Niall and Ali’s wedding. From the moment she walked down the aisle till they kissed at the end of the ceremony. They looked so great together! As they stood up beside each other, it was obvious they were the happiest couple ever. Just by watching them and seeing the look on their faces, there was no doubt they would be happy for the rest of their lives.

At the end, we watched them walking out hands in hands. I was crying so hard that I leaned my head against the back of the person standing in front of me and kept on crying.

“Umh... Ciara? Do you want a tissue?” I looked up after hearing my name and saw Harry staring at me over his shoulder. I quickly stepped backwards and muttered I was sorry.

“Don’t worry!” He smiled gently. “Let’s get out so you can go and talk to them!” I nodded, wiping my tears away and we made our way outside.

As we reached the door, I heard someone yell at Harry,

“Hey Harry! What happened to your tux? You could have worn something clean today!” We stopped and one of his band mates reached our side, laughing loudly.

“What are you talking about, Louis? My tux is brand-new!” Harry rolled his eyes as his friend raised an eyebrow.

“Then... What did you do? Your back is all dirty!” He pointed out the place I had just cried on.

“It’s not his fault!” I shouted at Louis who seemed to be taken aback. “It’s... I accidentally leaned against his back and cried so that’s why his tux is all wet!” Louis kept on staring at me before bursting out laughing again. “I knew it was possible to cry on someone’s shoulder but not on someone’s back.”

I decided to leave the two of them, feeling ashamed, to look for Niall and Ali. But as I walked away, I heard Louis asking Harry, “Did you make her cry?” followed by Harry sighing loudly.


“Congratulations!” I exclaimed happily as soon as I reached their sides, rushing toward them and hugging them tightly though I tried to hold back my tears not to mess up other clothes.

“Thank you!” they replied together, the widest smiles ever on their faces.

“We’re really happy to have you among our guests today, Ciara,” Ali told me and I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore. I had never felt so happy for someone else before even after telling them how happy I was for the two of them every time I was seeing them over the past months. They giggled happily and I walked away, waving, to let them talk with the others guests waiting to congratulate them.

“Here you are at last!” A voice exclaimed behind and I felt a hand on my shoulder, making me jump. “Sorry! Didn’t mean to make you freak out!” Harry apologized quickly but I could see on his face all he wanted to do was laughing. He carried on as I didn’t reply, “We’ll soon leave to go to the reception. So may I drive you there?” he asked cheekily.

“Of course! You’re my partner today so you better play that role perfectly!” I teased him and he smiled, looking pleased by my positive answer.

“Let’s go then!” And he offered me his arm, winking. I smiled, accepting, and we started to make our way to his car.





Many hours had gone by. It has been a short while since the end of the dinner and most of the guests now were dancing. But I wasn’t. I was sitting near the dance floor, watching everyone else, alone. Harry had gone to speak to someone and there was no one left at our table. I sighed loudly but I suddenly heard someone coughing behind me. I turned around and smiled, amused, as I saw Harry bowing down with one hand out.

“May I have this dance?” he asked me playfully. But I shook my head,

“I don’t dance, sorry.” He stared at me, looking rather annoyed. Then, he grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the dance floor as a slow song began to play.  He stepped closer and put his hands around my waist while I place mine around his neck, feeling his curls on my skin. He leaned closer and looked deeply into my eyes, whispering,

“You can’t escape from this dance.” I laughed gently, nodding.

Then, none of us talked. And I couldn’t stop looking at him; it was as if I utterly was mesmerized by his intense stare. To my disappointment, the song soon came to an end. But he didn’t let go of me, his hands still holding my waist.

“What about going outside for a walk?” was all I managed to say. He nodded but he seemed disappointed, having to release me.

We walked out of the room and made our way toward the garden of the house they had lent for that special day.

“Look! There’s a maze!” I exclaimed happily though sounding childlike. He chuckled, “Let’s play hide and seek then!” with a smirk on his face. I nodded, thinking it would be funny. So as soon as we reached the entrance, I turned left and shouted,

“You won’t find me!” And I started to run.



Long minutes later, I was ambling along the patch in the maze, trying to catch the sound of Harry’s footsteps and wondering where he could be. Soon I found myself standing in a kind of square where there was a small bench beside a lamp, lighting weakly. I kept on walking, feeling reassured by the light as the rest of the maze was dark.

All of the sudden, I felt two hands on my waist and I couldn’t help but scream.

“Found you,” Harry’s voice muttered as I felt his breath against my skin. I smiled and tried to turn around to look at him but he didn’t let me move.

“Harry...” I started to speak but stopped as I felt him kissing my neck. “Come on, Harry!” I tried to push him away. “You must be drunk!” But he made me turn around and looked deeply in eyes, his face inches from mine. He shook his head, “I’m not. I wanted to stay sober tonight!” He leaned closer and I knew straight away he was right; he didn’t smell alcohol at all. Then, he leaned toward my neck and his lips touched my skin, kissing it again.

“Sorry to disturb you,” a voice suddenly said behind me before coughing. Harry released me at once and I turned around to see Will, my step-brother, staring at us with a large smirk on his face, his arms crossed on his chest. He soon was followed by Niall, who came by his side and seemed surprised to find us here.

“What are you doing here?” he asked us, starting to knit his eyebrow.

“We’re just walking! I...I wasn’t feeling well so I just came here to get some fresh air and Harry nicely suggested to come along with me,” I said quickly, saying the first thing that came to my mind. Niall nodded but I saw Will still smirking behind him.

“Did you see Josh, by the way? He asked us to play with him but we can’t find him,” Will asked Harry and me. We both shook our head and they sighed. Anxiety appeared on Niall’s face. They were about to walk away but I called them back as I wanted to ask something to Niall.

“I was wondering why you get married so early. I mean, you proposed to Ali less than two months ago. I thought you would need more time to prepare it.” To my surprise, he looked down at his hands without replying and a silence followed.

But then, Will started to laugh. “Hang on... None of you told her?” His question remained answerless.

“Tell me what?” I repeated his words. I looked at Niall and then at Harry, who took a deep breath.

“We're leaving for tour in two days.”

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