The Wedding Planner

Clara Osborne is a twenty-two year old wedding planner from Newcastle. Her latest bride-to-be is the ultimate bride-zilla, Rosie Denison, the fiancée of Harry Styles. Clara doesn't understand why anyone would want to marry Rosie, but as she gets to know the groom, the truth begins to unravel. All Rights Reserved.


1. Chapter One: Surprise Invitation

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Chapter One: Surprise Invitation

"Go away," I groaned, pushing whoever was sprawled across my body, onto the floor. He or she grunted as they hit the hard wooden planks. I opened a sleepy eye and saw a blurred version of my boyfriend, Sam, clutching his knee. "Sorry babe," I mumbled, trying to hold back a laugh.

"I think I broke my knee," he whined. I snorted and propped myself up on my elbows.

"Yeah, you're totally dying." I rolled my eyes at him. "Get your butt off the floor and make me some coffee."

"A please would be nice," he grumbled, picking himself up. I ran my eyes over his toned arms and stomach - yes, he sleeps in his boxers. I snuggled back into the pillows and closed my eyes. I could lay here for- I was suddenly crushed by a heavy weight also known as my boyfriend.

"Get off," I tried to say, but my speech was slightly muffled.

"Sorry, I couldn't hear you there." The bastard.

"Sam!" I yelled, although I don't think it had the effect I would have like.

"Clara!" Sam said in a girly voice. Okay, this clearly wasn't working. So I did the next best thing - I bit him. Sam let out a shriek loud enough to break a window. He rolled off me and I could finally breathe!

"You're an evil bitch," he hissed, but his eyes were playful, so I knew he was only messing around.

"Well, it's better than being a basic one," I replied with a shrug. I peeled the duvet off and got out of bed. I pulled down the oversized black t-shirt that I was wearing - it probably belonged to Sam.

"Where are you going?" he asked. I turned around, my blonde hair whipping around and kind of smacking me in the face.

"To the loo and then to make some coffee because I obviously have to do everything around here," I huffed before exiting the bedroom. I- I mean we, live in a nice two bed flat in the slap-bang middle of Newcastle. Newcastle, as in the north of England Newcastle, not the one in Australia or wherever it is. My job, which implies me listening to bride-zillas weep and wail about their "disastrous", "ruined" weddings, and me trying to appease them - they really are like babies. Basically, I'm a wedding planner. I love my job, I do, it would just be easier if I didn't have older Sharpay Evans-es and Regina Georges as brides-to-be.

I left the bathroom and made my way to the kitchen, where I found Sam pouring coffee into two mugs.

"Thank you," I said, wrapping my arms around his torso and kissing his neck. The perks of being tall - I can do that without standing on my tippy-toes.

"Well, if you had done that earlier," Sam said, referring to my gesture. "Maybe I wouldn't have had to sit on you."

"You mean jump on me and smother me."

"I'd love to jump on you and smother you with kisses."

"As tempting as that sounds, I have an appointment with Miss Denison soon-to-be Mrs Styles in an hour," I replied, after glancing at the clock. I drained my mug and headed back to our room, where I got dressed into a grey knit skater dress, paired with sheer tights, black platform heels and my trusty black coat. I tied my hair into a high ponytail, the tips of my blonde mass tickling my upper back. I put some makeup on and grabbed my black Chanel bag - I love black, if you hadn't already guessed.

"I'm off!" I yelled as I ran to the door. Sam was waiting for me by the door, a sloppy grin on his face.

"You look nice," he said. I blushed a little. "Good luck today. I love you." He kissed me softly.

"I love you," I replied after we broke the kiss. "I'll see you tonight."

Rosie Denison was picky to say the least. She had already turned down over thirty dresses, wanted a six tiered cake, one hundred and three people - no more, no less - at her wedding and for the ceremony to be in a castle on the twenty-fourth of December.

A few paparazzi were hanging around Olivia's Tea Parlor, their cameras around their necks. I pushed the door open and immediately saw the living Barbie doll that is Rosie Denison. Her platinum blonde hair was curled and fell just below her boobs, her skin was tanned despite the fact that it was November. She was wearing a dark purple dress with a jeweled collar, and it did look stunning on her, even though it was at least four inches above her knee.

"Clary!" she squealed as I sat down in the plush mint green chair. She air-kissed my cheeks and ordered me a Double Cinnamon Swirl Chai. I have no idea what that is, but it sounds fancy. "Total disaster! Harry told me he was allergic to lilies! What are we going to do?" she wailed, burying her flawless face into her hands.

"Rosie, calm down. How about we use snow drops and poppies instead of lilies and roses? It will still keep the Christmas theme, and look classy," I said, trying to soothe bride-zilla number uno.

"Clary, you are the perfectest," I don't think that's a real word, "wedding planner ever!" Rosie squealed, a big smile breaking out onto her perfect face. "Tonight, I am taking you out, bring Sammy, and I'll bring Harry, and we'll discuss the stag and hen nights, yeah? Perfecto!" she said, clapping her hands together before I could even open my mouth. "I'll get us a reservation at TIT." At where? "Their food is fab fab fab!" She look so genuine, so excited. "Meet us at half seven, I'll text you the address. Must dash, got a rendezvous in London with Miranda." And with that she was gone, leaving me with my Double Cinnamon Swirl Chai, trying to process what had just happened. My phone buzzed, pulling me out of thoughts.

"Clary?" Rosie's voice piped down the line.

"Yes Rosie?"

"Buy a dress, preferably something long and elegant. Also Sammy should wear a suit," she said. "See you laters!" And she hung up. I dialed a very familiar number and let it ring.

"Clara? Is everything alright?" my best friend asked.

"Michelle? We need to go dress shopping. Now."

Hello! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter! This is a sneak peak of my story, The Wedding Planner, if you hadn't read the title. Which would be weird. ANYWAY.

I will be posting the next chapter on January sixth, which is on a Thursday. Basically it's so I can really plan out the story and make it perfect in my eyes.

Any thoughts on Clara? Rosie? Sam? Leave a comment. :-)

Have a merry Christmas and a happy New Year!

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