That morning was torturing. You hadn't stopped thinking about what you had done last night and you were starting to freak out about the wedding. You had spent so long with Niall planning everything, and nothing would make you happier then to be called Mrs Horan finally. It had been the only thing that you wanted when you and Niall had started dating, for you to be his wife, for him to have lawful possession over you. You weren't sure why, but it turned you on a lot. Maybe it was because he was the only one you wanted to have possession over you, or that you knew he could actually take care of you and treat you better than anyone else.
The drive to the church was probably the worst feeling in the world, and as you stared at the lace that enveloped your dress, you realised you made a BIG mistake last night. You started having a little panic attack inthe back of the car, trying not to cry and ruin your make-up, even though you knew the only person you wanted to impress wasn't going to be there. You started doubting yourself: Why do I always take everything too far? Why did I use Harry in my fucking evil ploy? The last thing you wanted was for Harry and Niall to have a fight over you and a stupid idea that you had.
Pulling up to the church was painful and nightmarish. You felt like you were going to be physically sick as you saw the other boys waiting for you. Some of them looked worried, whilst Harry had a stupid smirk on his face, obviously thinking about last night. Weirdly, Liam was nowhere to be seen, but then he was Niall best man, so he was probably with him in the church.
"Zayn, what's wrong? Why do you look so worried?" Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as your best friend, and maid of honour grabbed your train that was dragging along the gravel drivewayof the church.
"It's nothing. Niall just...." The tone of his voice was terrifying and the mention of his name made your stomach flip with nerves as well as worry.
"What?! Zayn, whats wrong? What's going on?" A tear streamed done your face, which was met by Louis' finger.
"Please don't cry. It's nothing important, it's just that --" Louis was interrupted by a crackling from a walkie talkie, which was attached to his pocket.
"All systems go...Operation Happy Days is go go go." You could tell it was Liam on the other end, as he was always so childish when it came to toys, especially walkie talkie's.
A blissful memory of one of the boys concerts popped into your mind, when Liam ran off with a security guards walkie talkie, just to say hello to the rest of the security, before getting lost in the arena backstage area. It took all of you three hours to find him, and that was the day that Niall had told you he loved you. You were walking down a deserted corridor, frantically searching for Liam as you were already late for your reservations with Niall at one of your favourite Italian restaurant, when he pulled you close as the lights flickered and whispered"I love you". It may not have been the most romantic moment, but it described you and Niall perfectly.
When you awoke from your thoughts, you were already half way down the aisle, staring at the stained glass window that bathed the whole church in a glorious rainbow of colour. It was the main reason you had picked the church, as Niall stood in the perfect place to be bathed in a light yellow glow, which made him look even more like an angel. You stared around the church, before you met a smiling figure standing almost in front of you. All of your worries melted away as you met Niall's eyes. He looked so...so...perfect, like he was almost made just for you and you couldn't believe what was going on. The vicious butterflies engulfed your stomach as Niall entwined your fingers, kissing every knuckle on your hands before allowing the priest to start the ceremony.
The ceremony flew off without you, and the only thing you remember is saying "I do" and hearing Niall repeat it. At the moment, you were in the car with your husband, who had carried you, bridal style, out of the church into the Bentley that would be taking you to the airport after the party. The drive to the reception was extremely awkward. The only way you thought you could stop it was to apologise.
"Niall?" You weren't sure why, but it came out in a questioning tone, as if you almost couldn't believe you were there, or that you were about to remind him of last night.
"Yes, Mrs Horan" You giggled as he kissed your cheek, before enveloping your hand in his.
"I'm...I'm..I'm really, really, really, super sorry about last night. I was a stupid slut who was just craving attention." The last sentence came out in a incoherent blur to you, but Niall seemed to hear everything loud and clear as he unbuckled his seat belt to get closer to you.
"You are not a slut. You are a princess, trapped in her own little castle of self hatred. What you did may have hurt me, but I love you too much to hate you for it. Plus, it kind of turned me on." You couldn't help the shocked expression on your face as he just smirked and bit his lip, waiting for a reply.
"Really?! You enjoyed what happened last night. I thought I'd made a really big mistake and that you weren't going to turn up to today and that--" You were cut off as Niall kissed you passionately.
"Don't get me wrong, the whole pleasuring my band mate was a little too far for me. I was so close to killing Harry for letting you do that to him, but the lesbian action was...well...hot. I don't think I've been more turned on in my life knowing that my little princess has some dirty little secrets..." You couldn't help but moan as he kissed your neck, pulling you closer to him in the Bentley.....
To be continued again...
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