There were 25 seats on each side; red roses with blue ribbons dangled on the inside columns. The grass had a luscious green contrast against the white chairs and aisle run. Everything was going according to plan and right on schedule as the guests were filling the seats, an interesting picture as the invitees were in uniforms and casual spring dresses.

"Brynn, come on its time!" Janet cried.

I rushed from the window and made way to the entrance of our little building, it stood on the opposite side from where the groomsmen lodged. Three familiar violinists began to play as Janet and the first Sergeant walked down the aisle. Next was Nancy and then my turn. I gave one last glance at my mother behind me, she radiated elegance and beauty; a vision that I hoped to emulate on my BIG day.

Even though it wasn't MY day, I felt a little anxious as my turn approached. I walked out and my feet felt like they were walking on needles, but the spotlight grew dim as I saw Liam walking in my direction. Speaking of visions, he looked so dashingly handsome in his sharp dress blues. Heck I would have said 'I do' alongside my mother if given the chance.

We met in the middle and I wrapped my hand around his arm, as we walked down the aisle I could feel my cheeks camouflage to the shade of my garnet dress.

"You look lovely," I heard Liam whisper discreetly.

Almost reaching the subtle platform, we parted ways and the melody changed into the bridal march. My grandpa, in his brittle age, walked my mother down proudly. His eyes already watering before reaching the audience. My mother wore a beige lace dress, resembling a vintage princess doll. When I looked over at Mr. Rogers-Kevin, his happiness had already imploded as it was oozing from his eyes.

The whole ceremony became a blur as all I could do was stare at the happiness that lay ahead for my 'parents' and the question mark between Liam and I. Like me, he had been gazing at his brother and future sister-in-law, but our eyes rested on each other for the greater part of the ceremony. The vows were exchanged and so were the rings. Before the couple could march down the aisle together, Kevin's comrades and groomsmen assembled in two lines drawing out their swords to form an arch for the newly weds to walk underneath.

After an hour's worth of pictures, we were finally able to move to the reception, also held outside only a few yards away. My favorite was the champagne fountain with strawberry slices floating on the bottom. Then there was my three tier cake with bright red and blue berries circling each layer. I was very pleased with the turnout.

After the first dance and speeches were delivered, the music changed drastically to 80's classics; love and rock songs. I was surprised to see Liam's loose side as he and I had so much fun on the dance floor. Occasionally I'd hear a baby squeal and I'd look over to find Izzy rocking subtly to the music with Zayn standing behind her. You know, they really did look good together. Rhea had hazel eyes and brown hair, so she could easily pass as Zayn's own.

Finally the last ounce of weirdness had vanished between Niall and I as we both had clearly moved on. Although nothing serious was becoming of him and Janet, they enjoyed hanging and talking with each other… so you never know. As for Louis and Lilah, well they already looked like a married couple. It was crazy to think what all had changed in the past few years, from being lost and confused to now having a sense of direction and steady relationships. Plus my mother remarried!

After dinner, Liam and I returned to the floor for the slower dances. My eyes were fixed on his uniformed chest, studying the little ribbons, medals and buttons. We danced to really corny lyrics, that's the 80s for you. And wouldn't you know it, Liam knew most of the lines. Maybe they were his brother's favorites. But what shocked me the most was his stunning voice. I wasn't expecting that at all!

"You never told me you could sing," I said admiringly but I think I embarrassed him.

"I don't usually," he replied rosy cheeked.

"But you sing so well."

"I don't intend on doing anything with it though…especially not where I work."

"Well you can sing to me…" I teased.

"If you wish," he smiled back.

Thanks to my matching red heels I was a little taller. I could reach Liam's face easily, having one hand around his neck and the other resting on his chest. Our foreheads remained glued together for the remaining songs before the bride and groom prepared to cut the cake.

It was soon time for the departure of the newly-weds, they were about to spend their first night in the sky on an overnight flight to Puerto Rico. I assumed they had plenty of time to consummate the marriage after their arrival. Not that I cared to know too many details of their honeymoon, only that the island and the food were fantastic.

"I'd say the wedding went perfectly wouldn't you say, sis?"

I turned to hug Janet, it hadn't quite sunk in yet. Luckily we weren't forced into the family like many usually are, we already had an amazing bond. The slumber parties were about to begin!

"You know I should just start moving our stuff over now and surprise mom. That way she doesn't have to do anything when she gets back!" I waited to see if Janet was on board with the idea.

We had two whole weeks beginning tomorrow, no rush. Besides with all our friends, we'd get it done sooner than later. But for now, we had some cleaning up to do. Since we were dressed so nicely, it would be a shame to end the party at only 9 o'clock. We decided to go to a nice lounge-bar that belonged to a friend of Zayn's right near the Sunset Strip. We added to the attraction to say the least.

Elizabeth was able to escape with us, leaving baby Rhea with her mother for a few hours. We sat around the bar being slipped a drink or two while the men stuck with their beer rounds. Niall refused to drink which insured us a designated driver, however, he was sure hung up on Janet.

All 6 of us, in a great mood, decided to take a walk down the lit busy street. I took my heels off, carrying them in my hand, and when I looked back, Izzy and Janet had done the same. Though the further we got the more I noticed some grayish-white clouds began to form. It looked like it was about to rain.

"Do you think we'll get caught in the rain?" I asked Liam as we were holding hands.

He turned around to walk backwards only two steps ahead of me and said, "I'll cover you," and smiled.

I spoke to soon, the drizzle began to fall but that only added to the fun. The drunks on the street were laughing while the classy people started running. We loved the coolness of the rain, yet we underestimated its power; the drizzle turned to a downpour.

I was already soaked, as everyone else, but Liam insisted on covering me with his uniform jacket. It's a good thing we had come in separate cars and that our alcohol percentage had diminished. We shouted our goodbyes as each couple separated from the group.

"Oh no, all the gifts in the back of your truck are getting wet!" I had just realized.

We quickly jumped in the car but I couldn't stop giggling. Soon Liam had joined me and we just sat there watching people running around for a minute.

"To your house?" he asked.

I nodded and off we went, a romantic drive in the rain. I looked through the visor mirror and tried to salvage my running makeup. I actually looked like I just washed my face; I was prepared with waterproof mascara for this day. I unraveled my hair and braided it to the side, I couldn't wait to change into some dry clothes.

"You're not driving back to camp tonight are you?" I asked worried.

"No, I brought my bag. It's just behind your seat," he assured me.

The rain had followed us home. I hoped no presents got ruined or I'd feel awful. We jumped back out of the car and I brought some of the drenched gift bags in the kitchen while Liam brought in the rest, along with his own gym bag. I placed his jacket over a chair to dry and when he finally came in he was dripping wet. Now down to his white Under Armour shirt, it was completely see-thru at this point, I got a little embarrassed from staring too hard. He'd win a wet t-shirt contest any day! Ha ha!

"Let me get us some towels," I blurted absent mindedly.

When I came back I wasn't really sure Liam needed one as he already took off his shirt. I gulped and thought this would be a good time to change my own clothes. But as my skin was chilly on the outside, inside my bones were sweating…if that makes sense. Liam's hair was wet and had fallen to the front, his skin looked so inviting… I could handle this.

"I'm going upstairs to change real quick," I announced.

Liam grabbed his bag and was headed for the downstairs bathroom. Once inside my room I was searching for what to wear, but as I was stepping around the room with my hands behind my back on the zipper, I freaked. Rushing to the mirror I noticed it had only gone down an inch and a huge knot of tangled red thread was caught in the zipper.

"Oh great! Perfect timing!" I complained.

After 5 minutes of struggling with no progress and swollen fingers, I walked out towards the steps to call for Liam. Right away I heard stomping towards my room. Already changed in his loose gym clothes, he saw my face of distress.

"I know you want to laugh…go ahead!" I encouraged him as I stood with my hands on my hips.

"Are you stuck doll face?" he laughed to himself a bit.

"What gave that away? No, I actually want to sleep in my damp bridesmaid dress," I grumbled.

"Don't be a grouch… Wow, you really got it in there," he observed while kneeling behind me.

He stood back up and began playing and tugging on it. I was watching his efforts through the mirror and couldn't help laugh at the situation. This was a terrific start to the end of my night. So romantic!

"How many slices of cake did you eat?" he chuckled.

Unbelievable! I turned to quickly punch his stomach and warned him with my piercing eyes to say something like that again. Now putting some muscle into it, Liam pulled hard until I heard a little snap.

"Did you break it?"

"No you did, with all that cake!" he was a dead man laughing.

"I warned you!"

I turned around to punch him again but he grabbed my wrists proving I was not a threat, not even in the slightest bit.

"You're cute when you pretend to be mad," he said charmingly holding my face now.

"Who said I'm pretending?" I was really.

"I did," he smirked and got closer.

"I'm not kissing you after you called me fat," I fidgeted but really wanted him to continue.

"Shhh…" he sealed his lips on mine, smiling mid-kiss. "I never said that, you're beautiful."

I let down my defenses and wrapped my arms around his neck. Maybe now we could continue where we left off that week, but he still had to pay for his harmless comment.

"Okay," I pulled away. "Now go so I can change!"

Throwing his head back he walked towards the door, but I was only playing. No sane girl would let him escape.

"I'm just kidding!" I hurried to him before he stepped out.

"Wha-?" he shook his head and grinned.

I flung myself in his arms and pressed my lips on his again before they got cold. He grabbed on to my waist as I swung on him like a monkey, sustaining the other palm of his hand on the wall behind me. I was pinned between him and the doorway and the sight of his hand over my head was drying my dress up in no time.

"You like playing with me don't you?" he added.

"Of course I do," I winked. Gosh I winked! I'm normally not the winking type.

His hand was locked on my waist, I wasn't squirming my way out of this one. I let him graze me with his mouth once again. Paced and smooth as always, I ached to feel him make a risky move. And my plea was answered when his tickling mouth sketched the rim of my neck down to my shoulder. My dress was so loose now that I kept my hand under my chest to keep it from falling.

I really wanted to get out of this cold restricting fabric, and as Liam kept stroking my arms he eventually found his way to my exposed back. He helped me out of my dress, leaving me in a black strapless bra and matching panty; talk about a drastic change. Liam was too occupied tracing my hairline with his lips to catch up with his roaming hands.

I encouraged him to join the party and tugged at his shirt. In seconds that came flying off and our soft skins meshed. I had no feelings of shame or insecurity with Liam. He made me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. I felt it was time to consummate our relationship as well…or at least have fun getting there.

As Liam focused on deepening his kisses and traveling down my neck from time to time, my leg slowly began to climb his, securing my knee with his hand. Problem was, I was back to my shorter height and couldn't really get my leg around his waist like I wanted. I pulled Liam closer and he gave me a lift. Now we were up against the wall, as opposed to the door rim.

Heat exasperated through our pores as our amateur make out session grew fervently. His hands gripped under my thighs; he could run across a football field holding me and not pant the way he was starting to now. His shoulders and back were very muscular, as well as his arms. Something else had soon grown hard and I was dying to know what he felt like.

I hung on the wall like a portrait, enjoying the gravity that pulled me down on him and made everything fit perfectly so to speak. Until…I heard a knock on the door.

"Did you hear that?" I dug my fingers in his shoulders to pause. "Who the heck is that?"

What a kill joy! I hurriedly searched for what I was originally going to change into, my pink and gray sweats, then ran down stairs. I was screwed once I saw Janet at the door. Was she planning on staying here tonight?

"Hey, I'm sorry. I've been trying to call you. Were you sleeping?" she asked a little tipsy.

"I was about to…what are you doing, who are you with?"

"Oh, Gabe is waiting for me in the car."

"Gabe? What? What happened to Niall?" I was clearly confused.

"Oh he's no fun. Listen I lost my keys…and seeing as how Liam is here, can you…I need my house key."

Liam stormed down the steps and swung the door open all the way. He saw his drunk niece and marched outside to the stalled car. Next thing we knew the car drove away. Although this brought a downer to our passionate late night, I knew he had done the right thing, even if Janet was too pissed off to see that.

I knew she was not in a good state to answer any of my questions and seeing how it was 1:30 in the morning I just led her to my room. Between texting and rambling off she soon knocked right out…but she was in MY room. So now I was free to sleep in my mother's room I guess…too weird to try any frisky business in there though.

I closed the door and found Liam waiting for me in the hallway waiting for her report. I just smiled and nestled myself in his arms and began to chuckle.

"What's so amusing?" he whispered.

"Oh, I just think its funny how things turned out today."

"In a good way?"

"Yeah I guess…"

"I was going to head over the other house now unless you don't mind me crashing on your couch or the floor. I don't care."

"You must be crazy! Neither." I was willing to face the weirdness.

I led Liam into my mother's bedroom. Surely to lie beside each other could do no wrong…right? Hah! Of course her bed was bigger than mine, more comfortable with softer sheets and scented. I was tired but a little fooling around didn't require much energy. On my way over to this cozy bed I couldn't help flop on the mattress. My feet had taken a beating from those heels.

"What's wrong?" Liam sat up concerned.

"Oh nothing my feet are a little sore from today."

"Then what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't tend to your needs?"

I shook my head as he made such an attempt to be my knight in shining armor. He sat beside my legs and began to give me a phenomenal foot rub.

"Just lay back and relax," he told me.

Looking over at my mother's night stand, Liam fetched her bottle of cream to use for my massage. This was putting me to sleep, but I couldn't yet. I don't know why I felt this urge to enjoy my sleepover with Liam to the max…even if that meant not actually sleeping. After being told to roll over I just laid like a corpse and appreciated those hands hard at work.

"We should take turns…it's only fair," I said trying to wake myself up in the process.

Liam laid beside me and I sat on top as if to ride him, only I wasn't. The fun part was squirting the cold cream on his chest and smearing it all over.

"You seem to be enjoying this," he observed. But I knew he liked it just as much. "I don't see why we can't do it together."

He sat up and slid his legs underneath while I remained straddled on his lap. This was actually the perfect height as I was once again at eye level. I stared into Liam's chocolate brown eyes as he lifted my thin pink shirt over my head. I was once again in my black strapless garment wondering if we would ever get further. Still he poured out more cream on his hands and began to rub it over my neck and shoulders. I was falling in love with him and each cute thing he did to me.

Once the cream had vanished he kept one hand behind the nape of my neck and pulled me close to a kiss. I was his, so involved and enraptured by the moment, but somehow I got an odd feeling. I couldn't determine if it was from the room or if it was just me. Needless to say it kind of killed my mood for more sexual activity. Maybe I was tired or feeling under the weather?

Liam was always so good about being understanding and I cherished that about him. He made me feel better knowing that we didn't have to rush into things if I wasn't completely ready. Although I thought I was, several times. Hmmm…

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"Brynn, I'm so glad you answered your phone! I know you're off on Sundays but Janet isn't answering her phone either. Gabe was supposed to come in this morning and he hasn't showed up. Can you please come in? I'll let you leave earlier I promise," Philip pleaded over the phone.

"Sure, just give me 15 minutes."

What a nightmare, barely 6 hours of sleep and now I had to drag my butt to work on my day off. Oh well! I told Liam I'd see him once I got off. Redoing my side braid on my way over, I clocked in and made it on the floor in time for more customers. Since we were only 2 instead of 3 waiters, we kept playing tag with the new customers. Except the next one wasn't my turn but my coworker had a table of 8.

I saw the man in cap sit at the table by the wall, so I snatched a breakfast menu to briefly lay it before him. He set down his keys and wallet along with his cap when I approached the table.

"Good morning sir, what can I get-" my mouth froze.

"Hello Brynn," he smiled.

"Har-ry…Hi."

Notes

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I swear the next chapter is very important and a lil heavy. Stay tuned amigas!