A YEAR LATER
It’s been a year, and today is my wedding day.
Three months ago, I gave birth to a little boy, Niall James Horan, Jr. Brittney was thrilled to have a little brother to play with.
One Direction will be the wedding band, and they’re gonna sing “Little Things” while Niall and I do our first dance together as a married couple.
Oh, and did I mention the wedding is in Ireland?!
“Mummy, why do I have to wear this dress?” Brittney asked as I helped her get her dress on. She was to be the flower girl at the wedding.
“Because Mommy and Daddy are getting married today! Are you excited?”
Brittney nodded vigorously, her blonde curls bobbing up and down.
I finished her outfit off with a pair of white buckles and a headband made of flowers. “There you go! Look in the mirror!”
Brittney looked in the mirror and said, “Ooh…who’s that girl?”
“That’s you! You look beautiful!”
Just then, Daddy popped in. “Hey, sweetie. Are you ready to marry the guy of your dreams?” he asked.
“Yes, I am,” I said, smiling. I had butterflies in my stomach already.
“Well, the limo’s waiting outside.”
I picked Brittney up, and Tina and I followed Daddy out to the limo.
I waited anxiously at the altar for my bride to arrive. I fixed my hair for the millionth time, turned to Liam, and asked, “Liam, does my hair look okay?”
“Yes, your hair looks perfect, mate,” Liam said. “Now, stop mussing with it.”
Just then, the organist started playing and Harry, Louis, and Zayn came down the aisle with their respective girlfriends.
Then came Brittney, carrying her basket of flower petals and dropping them one by one on the floor.
Finally, Mr. Kennedy walked Josie down the aisle. Josie looked stunning in her white dress and veil, her hair pulled up into a bun.
By the time I got to the altar, my heart was racing. I couldn’t believe I was about to marry my high school sweetheart! Niall took my hands into his, and the minister started the service.
“Do you, Niall Horan, take Josephine Kennedy to be your lawfully wedded wife?” he asked.
“I do,” Niall said, smiling.
“And do you, Josephine Kennedy, take Niall Horan to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do,” I said, smiling back at Niall.
“And by the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Just as Niall’s lips touched mine, I heard a gunshot. Suddenly, I fell to the ground. The bullet had hit me in the side.