This Was Not The Plan | Mattheo Riddle

Wedding Bells

Third Person POV

Weddings are often a symbol of two people's love for one another. Bringing families and friends together to watch this holy communion, with love being spread throughout the atmosphere.

When Mattheo got down on one knee and asked the ever lasting question for Allison to marry him, it came to no surprise that she said yes without missing a single beat

But what the young couple didn't expect was the months of preparation that would be necessary for a wedding. The budget wasn't an issue with both being from old money backgrounds, the issue arose when they couldn't seem to decide on anything.

For instances Mattheo wanted a classic white wedding while Allison wanted to include emerald green and gold into the wedding to remind everyone of their couples Slytherin routes.

But weddings are a joy, a joy to be celebrated when it comes around. So that's what the whole group did, they celebrated this wedding for those who couldn't attend, they celebrated for those lives lost during the war, they celebrated for all of those people who would never celebrate again.

The morning started off stressful. Mattheo woke up anxious, his head pounding from the remnants of tequila shots and laughter from his stag party the night before. His best man, Draco, handed him a bottle of water and a coffee, eyes still half-shut.

"You okay, man?" Draco asked.

Mattheo groaned. "I feel like I was hit by a truck... But I can't stop thinking about her. What if I mess this up?"

"You won't," Draco says confidently. "You're marrying Allison. That's the least mess-up-able decision you've ever made."

Mattheo sighs before taking a long sip of his water "What if she's thinking about leaving me at the alter? I mean I made her move in with me less than 5 months ago, what if I'm moving too fast? We haven't even been together for 5 years" He says, the panic in the words pouring out of his mouth without any time to think.

Draco laughs before opening the door to let the others in "Trust me, Allie won't be backing out of the wedding. We've all been warned on pain of death on what we can and can't say in our speeches later. She won't back out on you, I think she would grab you and make you go to the alter to marry her"

The others nod before crashing onto Mattheo's bed "Mate she loves you too much" Jake says as he drinks Mattheo's coffee.

Meanwhile, across town, Allison woke up with excitement coursing through her veins. She stretched under the soft sheets, her eyes fluttering open to see her bridesmaids already bustling around the room. It was her wedding day—finally. "Oh my god, she's awake! Let's go, bride-to-be!" squealed Molly, excitement lacing her voice at the thought of the girl becoming her sister in law.

The girls quickly got Allison up to get her hair washed and curled before even thinking about makeup. The room buzzed with energy—curling irons, coffee cups, soft music in the background. Allison sat in the chair, watching her reflection, and for a moment, the world quieted. "I can't believe today's the day," she whispered, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "Do you have any doubts?" Daphne asked, suddenly serious.

"None," Allison said without hesitation. "He's the one. I just hope he didn't drink too much last night." The girls laugh knowing that the boys had most definitely had too much to drink last night due to the letters they received at 3am.

Back at the groom's suite, Mattheo sat in front of the mirror, now fully dressed in his tailored black suit. He took a deep breath, eyes locked on his reflection. "She's everything, Jake." He says adjusting his tie for the fifth time already.