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Today i had one of the biggest days of my life. I was marrying my best friend and love of my life. Jacob Whitesides. I'm standing in front of a huge mirror wearing a beautiful white dress. I had my mom, my aunts, and my two best friends in the room with me. My mom and my aunts were crying along with me Faith and Amber. My dress was long and white with lace and jewels around the sweetheart neck line. I was also wearing a small tiara on my head which held my veil on. Jacob had given me the tiara last night and said that it represented that i am his princess. Another small tear escaped my eye as i my flowers and walked out the door to find my dad waiting on me. "You're so beautiful." he said as he extended his arm for me. I smiled taking his arm as the music began playing. The doors opened and i saw Jacob standing at the end of the asile smiling. I smiled as well and and my dad walked me down the asile. it was as if every memory i ever had with Jacob flashed before my eyes like a slideshow. From the day we met in the coffe shop, to our first kiss, to our first 'i love you', to the day he proposed. Before i knew it, my dad had gave me away to Jacob and we were holding hands. After our "I do's" we wre finally able to kiss. Jacob carefully pressed his lips to mine and i swear i felt sparks fly. It was like the first time all over again. When we pulled away, everyone cheered and clapped. We walked back down the asile and to the fellowship hall. I stood behind the cake and had a knife in my hand. Jacob stood behind me with one hand on my waist and the other on my hand that was holding the knife. Jacob helped  me cut the cake and we had our pictures taken. Then it was time for our dance. The intro to Stay With Me began playing and Jacob held me close. At the end of the song, Jacobe leaned down and kissed my lips. "I love you Y/N." Jacob whispered. "I love you too, Jacob" i said and kissed him again. After 6 years of being friends and 7 of dating, i could finally call myself Y/N Whitesides. 

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