Nash: You sat with your bridesmaids, watching a romantic comedy that each of you had seen about a dozen times and chatting lightly. You were out of the conversation, though. You couldn’t focus, your mind wandering to thoughts of your big day, which began in just a few hours. You quietly picked up your phone, hoping to send Nash a text without interference from any of your well meaning bridesmaids. Just as you unlocked your phone a message came in from Nash. You laughed to yourself as you read, “IN LESS THAN 24 HOURS YOU WILL BE WIFED!" You quickly typed back a response: "I was just about to text you…I can’t stop thinking about tomorrowwww." You waited only seconds for Nash’s returning message which read, "Still stressing? :(" "Just excited now ;)" you typed back instantly. "Get out of your room asap I’m on your floor,” Nash responded right away. “I’m gonna go, er, check on the bouquets,” you informed your friends, “I just keep worrying that we forgot something. It’ll calm me down.” You excused yourself without further explanation and ran into Nash almost immediately. “I needed to see you,” Nash explained before grabbing your face and kissing you sweetly. “We’re gonna be married,” you realized aloud. “The married-est,” Ashton confirmed with a grin. You shook your head in disbelief, smiling up at him as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that he was going to be yours forever. “I love you,” you whispered suddenly. “Well, that’s a relief,” Nash joked before kissing you again. Suddenly your phone buzzed with a text from your maid of honor. “We know you’re with Nash," it read, "Get back here!" "I gotta go,” you told Nash with a pout, “They’re onto us.” You kissed him again, your hands lingering on his warm skin before you hurried back to the room.
Cameron: A knock at your hotel room door drew the attention of you and your bridesmaids instantly. “Room service!” a voice called out in a foreign accent none of you could place. “We didn’t order room service!” one of your friends yelled back, not bothering to get up from the game you were in the middle of. “Well, it’s here anyway!” the voice returned, dropping the accent. “I mean, it’s here anyway!” the voice repeated with the accent in full swing. “I’ll get it,” your maid of honor volunteered, striding toward the door impatiently. “What are you doing here?” she asked the second the door was opened. “Oh, uh, I was hoping Y/n would come to the door,” you all heard Cameron explain, sounding both disappointed and embarrassed. “Aren’t your groomsmen supposed to keep you in your room?” your maid of honor inquired, narrowing her eyes at your fiance. “They fell asleep,” Cam mentioned weakly, “Can’t I just say hi?” “Y/n,” your friend sighed, “It’s your clingy groom.” The girls all laughed as you got up from your seat and hurried to the door. “Hey, baby,” you greeted, kissing him instantly. “I missed you,” he murmured against your lips. “Can’t you keep it in your pants until tomorrow?” one of your friends called out, making the others laugh as Cam flipped her off. “It is supposed to be a girls’ night,” you informed him apologetically. “I know, I know,” Cam pouted, “I just wanted to say I love you.” “I love you, too,” you answered easily. “Y/n, it’s your turn and if you’re not playing I’m taking your points!” a bridesmaid shouted, growing impatient. “Two seconds,” you responded with a sigh before giving your attention back to Cameron. “Sorry your friends fell asleep,” you chuckled. “Sorry your friends are making you play board games,” he returned with a smirk. Laughing, you kissed him again, until your maid of honor pulled you away and shut the door.
Jack Gilinsky: “Jack,” you whispered into the phone, “I’m, uh, I’m at your backdoor.” “Are you serious?” he chuckled in amusement. You didn’t answer, but instead waited for him to open the door for you. “How did you get over here?” he asked. He watched laughingly as you pulled off your coat, left scantily clad in the ‘Bride to Be’ pajama set your bridesmaids had given you. “I told them I was going to get popcorn,” you informed him with a shrug. “Did you get lost on the way to the grocery store?” Jack inquired with a laugh. “My mom is driving me crazy,” you shared, “Even now she won’t stop going over all the decisions she thinks I should have made differently.” “Do any of those decisions include who the groom is?” Jack wondered seriously. You laughed, shaking your head. “Then it’ll be fine,” he assured you, pulling you into his arms. He rested his chin on the top of your head and wrapped his arms tightly around your shoulders as yours snaked around his torso. “Tomorrow is gonna be perfect,” he whispered into your hair. “I can’t believe I get to marry you,” you mumbled against his bare chest. “I can’t believe you want to,” Jack returned. You felt his chest shake as he laughed at his own joke, and you couldn’t help but smile up at him. He leaned down, connecting his lips to yours, his hands wandering to the small of your back and pressing you closer. “What do we have here?” a voice you both instantly recognized as Jack Johnson’s inquired as what must have been every light in Jack’s house flickered on. You squinted at the boys in the hallway, forgetting momentarily that you were not supposed to be here. “Last minute wedding stuff,” Jack lied, although he knew no one believed it. “Cute pajamas, Y/n,” Taylor complimented with elevated eyebrows and a smug grin. Jack grabbed your coat, wrapping it around you protectively. “I was just leaving,” you explained, rolling your eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jack mumbled with a wide grin. “Can’t wait,” you responded as you stepped out the door. “Oh wait!” you stopped him suddenly, “Do you have any popcorn?”
