In Love With My Best Friend (Billy Unger)

Epilouge

*5 years into the future.*

"Do you Kira Molloy take this man, Niall Horan to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The minister asks.

"I do." Kira beams.

"Do you Niall, take Kira to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I-"

The church doors burst open. A guy who looks just like Brendon Urie in a red and black shadbelly and a top hat storms in. A band follows him playing I Write Sins Not Tragedies. He stops and gasps like a boy who has just been caught with his hand in a cookie jar.

"Oh darn. Wrong church boys!" He exclaims, storming back out.

He leaves the door wide open. As maid of honor I have to severely fight my urge to make a Panic! reference. I can see Billy wincing and Michael egging me on.

"Close the goddang door!" The priest yells, taking the words right out of my mouth. Everyone stares at him in shock.

"Where were we?" He mutters. Everyone still stares.

"Don't worry people. I'm going to confession later!" He adds.

"I believe we were at-"

"I do!" Niall grins.

"Good. I PRONOUNCE YOU HUSBAND AND WIFE! You may now kiss the bride!" The priest grins.

Niall and Kira just kind of stare at each other with goofy smiles.

"Kiss the girl you ninny!" The priest bellows. Niall jumps and kisses Kira gracefully.

We all start clapping.

They run out and we start following them in the order.

Niall's brother, Greg and I go first since we are the Best man and Maid of Honor. I don't really know who else goes behind us.

Greg accidentally brushes one of the bruises on my arm. I yelp.

"How slaughtered did you get in paintball yesterday?" He laughs.

"I won yesterday Greg. The only bruises I have are from when I body slammed myself into a tree." I giggle.

Yep. As a Bachelorette/Bachelor party, Kira and Niall hosted the 5th annual 1D paintball slaughter competition. Greg filled in for Zayn.

(A/N: I just made a lot of fangirls cry oops. #andybiersackisprettier :P)

(A/N: Oh shoot now I just started world war 3!)

Billy, Adam, The 5Sos guys, and I won yesterday, for the 5th time in a row. Haha.

Anyways, we get on the bus to take us to the place we're having the reception, which is an old barn in Ireland that holds receptions and parties. It is beautiful.

Billy sits next to me on the shuttle.

"I am so glad that wasn't you that made the Panic! reference. I saw you fighting the urge." He chuckles. I shrug.

I unlock my phone to see the picture of Satan and I with Billy and his horse that he just got a couple of weeks ago. Her name is Angel, ironically, and she is a dappled grey Irish Sporthorse.

Satan has been doing fantastic. We compete a ton. We are one of the spokespeople for the Paralympics ever since we qualified for the actual Olympics this year. Oh yeah! Evil Satan and are on your TV!

Again, that sounded super weird. Ugh.

Maybe something out of Dr. Who... Shut up Saphira you'll make the fangirls mad! Or happy?