6 . Wedding Planning

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The following morning I don't wake up in my usual spot. I usually wake up beside my pillow whilst I lay in my warm, snugly bed. Right now I am on my dining table beside my laptop, still in last nights clothes. I must've fallen asleep whilst I was going through all the articles.

Beneath me is bewildered up papers and my pizza box. Yep, I really did fall asleep in this midst of working last night. When I cast my eyes down, I see all red annotations and comments on every single page. I'm mentally cheering because I know that I managed to finish my task of editing from last night.

I lean back in my chair, yawning and stretching my body as a flash in the corner of my eye catches my attention. I look to my right and see that I have a new text message on my phone.

Hey lovely, haven't seen you in a couple of weeks. You still alive? Just joking hun, I wanted to know if you want to come over today to help me out with the organisation of my wedding? - Sierra x

That would be my cousin, Sierra who is the complete opposite to me. Both personality and looks wise. She's three years older than me and is marrying her high school boyfriend of eight years Matt. He is a nice guy, but definitely not my type. He's Sierra's type though, they're both the true definition of perfect with money, a house and secure future ahead of them that was set up by Matt's parents.

Sierra is the only family I have kept in contact with. When my grandparents died, I lived with my Aunty for a bit who is Sierra's mum. Due to her being a single parent, she couldn't afford supporting Sierra let alone me so I had to go off living with other foster families. I know now how bad my Aunty felt not being able to take care of me but when I was younger I hated her for it.

I struggle financially to look after myself, let alone two young girls. She had it tough.

I always kept in touch with Sierra because I always had a soft spot for her even if she was little miss perfect. Whenever we were together, she would let go of her perfect self for a little while and live like me.

I decide that maybe a day out helping someone is just what I need. I was planning on staying in my comfortable clothes if, not pyjamas all day long and watching movies, just relaxing but I owe Sierra a lot and if helping her with her wedding organisation is what she wants me to help her with, I'll do it.

I'll be over in an hour, I'll bring breakfast. x

With that, I stand from my feet and walk into my bedroom to get ready for my day ahead.

*

Arriving at Sierra's house at a little past ten, I'm knocking on her front door of her large penthouse apartment with chocolate croissants and hot lattes in my hands.

"Who is it?" Sierra's upper-class voice speaks through the door.

"Your good looking cousin." I mentally roll my eyes. As if Sierra wouldn't know who it is, was she expecting someone else?

"Oh Ella it's lovely to see you." She squeals as she opens the large wooden door. Sierra pulls me into a hug and kisses my cheek.

"What's with the posh voice, it's me you're talking to." I whisper in her ear.

"Matt's mum is here. She just showed up and thats why I need your help. She's driving me insane Ella." Sierra takes deep breathes to calm herself down. I nod my head and Sierra leads me into the dining room where I find booklets, magazines and folders sprawled out along the table with a very well dressed despite her age Margret, Matt's mother.

"Hi Margret." I walk up to her and she holds out her hand for me to kiss. Yes, this is how old fashioned and rich Margret is. She makes people kiss her hand to greet her.

"Good morning Elouise." She looks me up and down as she always does. I'm glad I actually did my hair today and put on a decent outfit.

"So shall we get planning?" Sierra sits down at the table and I sit beside her. "There's only a month until the wedding and there's still so much to do."

"Well stop your chatter and let's get choosing. We need to see what decor and accessories will be on display and what type of cutlery will be set on the tables." Margret tells us. That's easy, just get a florist to make up some flowers and put them on the table. Tie a bow on each chair and give everyone a knife and fork. There, done. Can I go home now?

"Fuck." I curse. Looking up immediately incase Margret heard. Thank goodness for her being half deaf with hearing aids, otherwise she would have a fit over my language. Imagine if she heard Harry swear, she would have a heart attack. Why am I thinking of Harry? Get him off your mind Ella, you're never going to see him again.

*

It's Monday and I'm back at work. Yesterday I was stuck at Sierra's house for four and a half hours listening to Margaret's ratty voice and shitty opinions. That woman drives me insane, I don't know how Sierra puts up with her. She must really love Matt.

"Hello" I utter to Zayn who walks past me and nods his head, smiling and mouthing a hello as he exits Mr Hawks office when I enter.

"Ah good morning Miss Jackson, I see you have my edited articles." Mr Hawk motions towards my hand in which the articles are, organised neatly into sleeves.

"Yes I do. My favourite is on top. We have some very good junior writers in this company sir."

"Not as good as you though, right Ella? You're one of my best writers here which is why I need you to write me a head article. It doesn't need to be written yet, but I'll give you more details in a couple weeks time when our next magazine is published." He pauses, taking a sip of his coffee. "Start thinking about love Miss Jackson, I don't know what goes on in your personal life but I'm picking you to write my big feature article for our next magazine."

"R-really?" I question. "Me?"

"Yes Ella, now I have a lot of work to do and so do you. I take it Taylah is already in your office. Good day."

"Bye Sir." I nod my head at him as I nervously adjust my skirt and exit his office. Is he serious about this? A feature article is huge. Usually only the workers who have been here for ten years get this opportunity. Mr Hawk is asking me to write one on the worst topic. Love. Why can't it be opposite that? I hate so many people, I could easily write that. I could lose my job if I don't write this correctly. He said its in a few weeks though, right? He might change his mind by then.

"You'll be fine Ella" I whisper to myself. People would think I'm crazy if they heard me speak to myself. Luckily I'm hardly around people so they don't notice on my weird habits.

"Ella, are you alright? You look a little pale." Taylah puts her hand on my arm as she asks me.

"Yeah I'm fine, I uh just got told I might be writing a feature article in a couple of weeks and-"

"Ella that's fantastic!" Taylah wraps her arms around me. "I'm so happy for you, this is huge."

"It's on love though, you know how much I don't believe in love." I sigh as we break away from our hug.

"Damn that really is an awful topic for you." Taylah scrunches her nose.

"Everything alright ladies? Ella you're as white as a ghost and Taylah your nose is not usually like that?" Zayn chuckles as he enters my office.

I tell Zayn about my proposition from Tony and he hugs me whilst in the midst of a fit of laughter.

"I'm sorry, it's not funny but Ella I really can't imagine you writing about love." Zayn wipes a inadequate tear from his eye that was formed due to him laughing. "Just make some shit up. That's what all journalists and those types of people do, don't they? Half the stuff this company publishes is a lie."

"Yeah but I'm not a good liar. Zayn you have known me for ages, you know how bad I am."

"Have you ever been in love Ella?"

"I don't believe in love." I answer coldly. I have been in love, well I thought I was in love but it turns out I was too naive to realise how badly in love I was with the wrong person.

"You're right, you are a bad liar." Zayn plays with the stubble on his chin and licks his lower lip. "You do believe in love, I can see it in your eyes."

"What?" I shake my head. "I don't Zayn I'm telling you the truth."

"You're blushing Ella." He steps closer towards me, edging on the truth. "Do you fancy someone at the moment Ella, are you in a relationship?" Right now, him and Taylor are up in my face, clicking their fingers for me to spill the beans.

"I'm not in a relationship."

"So you do fancy someone?" Taylah claps her hands together.

"I never said that."

"But you never said you didn't." Zayn smirks.

"As much as I'd love to stay and chat, I really have work to do." I attempt to change the topic but Zayn and Taylah aren't having it.

"Not so fast." Zayn grabs me by my arm and spins me around to face him. "We are going to have a coffee during our lunch break, capish?"

"Fine." I roll my eyes.

"See you in four hours, Ella." A grinning Zayn chirps as he walks off in his runway inspired outfit that probably costs more than my car.

Should I tell Zayn about Harry? There's nothing to tell though. Harry is just a random guy that I had a fling with at a party. Nothing happened between us and nothing ever will, so why do I keep wishing for his lips to be on mine again?

I keep telling myself I'm just lonely and I don't need a boyfriend, but I know damn right that I'm just lying to myself. The only thing is ... is my broken heart ready to be mended and are my walls ready to be broken to let someone into my life again?

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