We really just did that. I just married you in vegas in the middle of the night on a whim. The funniest part is neither of us believe in love. Who needs love when I have you? My angel. The photographer for my band who accepts me as the rockstar who’s also a mafia associated. This is the peak of my existence.

We go back to the party at our penthouse. I open the door for us and guide us into the party. The second we get in we’re met with sight of a ton of people, blue and white strobe lights, people are making out everywhere we look. There’s even a DJ on a platform.

Niall greets us both wondering where we’d been. We give him a vague answer saying we just went out and about for abit. Niall sits both me and you down on the sofa, the table infront of us is covered in white powder lines, pills, rolled up bills, the usual. Niall passes you a bottle of vodka egging you on to get on his level, you toss the bottle back, gulping it down.

After alot of alcohol & conversations you and Nova dance with eachother, little do I know you told her we got married. You then manage to convince me to dance with you, I don’t dance. You point out we need our first dance. I oblige.

Niall then comes looking between me and you. “I left you a vegas surprise! It’s in your bedroom.” He says with a grin.

“If it’s another sex swing from my ceiling I’m gonna kill you! When I brought someone home that night she bolted the second we walked through the door!” I shoot back rolling my eyes.

“It’s not that okay! You’ll both like it. I did the same for my room too.” He reply’s with a smirk.

I turn to you, furrowing my brows. “We should probably go inspect my room, angel.” I then take your hand and lead us up to my room in the penthouse. My eyes widen when I open the door. There’s loads of cash on my bed. And a note that’s been left by Niall.

The note reads: ‘over heard you guys once mentioning that you wanna fuck on 1.2 mill. Sounds fun so I did it myself. It’s a good time. So here you go, 1.2 mill to roll around on all night.’