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Nick: Don’t help me. Please.

Liam: BABY?

Liam: Nope. Can’t. I’m sorry

Zayn: This is not happening.

Ethan: So… You two a real couple now?

Chris: I didn’t see this coming.

Chris: Actually, I don’t know what to say.

Kai: Nope. Not happening.

Ryan: Fuck, man. This feels a little strange.

Sierra: As entertaining as this conversation is… I’m really tired. So have a good night, guys. *kisses*

Zayn: Don’t fucking ask why.

Zayn: Just don’t.

Nick: So… I’m in bed next to my woman. I’m going to end this conversation too.

Nick: Liam, I promise!

He doesn’t need to finish that sentence because we all know what he means. He promises to take care of me.

Liam: I’m going to get drunk!

Zayn: Coming.

Kai: Sign me up.

Chris: Okay, I’m in.

Ryan: Oh, for the love of God. I have a meeting first thing in the morning tomorrow.

Ryan: Fine, I’m in.

Noah: Fuck’s sake. I’m coming too.

Ethan: Jesus. Fine.

Nick: …

EIGHTEEN

Nick

It’s Friday, and I haven’t seen Sierra in almost two weeks—weeks that have been hard.

Two damn weeks in which the only thing I could do was send her a daily bouquet of one hundred and one pale pink peonies and a note. A different one each day, reminding her that I’m hers. That she’s mine. That I miss her. Or simply counting down the days until the wedding.

I don’t know if it helped her, but it kept me sane.

Barely.