Married By Mistake (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Little White Chapel

Louis POV

The ride over to the wedding chapel was silent and awkward.

Lillian spent most of her time adjusting her shorts to cover the bottom of the orange vegetable that kept poking out.

"You can barely see it!" I shouted, annoyed at her constant fidgeting.

She glared at me. "I can see it, so I wouldn't say that it's 'barely' visible."

I folded my arms in front of my chest, and pouted.

"Well then," I grumbled.

After a few minutes, she threw her hands in the air, and gave up.

She leaned her head on her elbow, and gazed out her window.

I glanced over at her.

A small smile was on her lips as she watched the clouds drift by.

"We're here," she said, looking at the sign with "Little White Chapel" written on it.

She nodded to Paul as we got out.

I followed her inside.

"Jim! The new couple's here to see us!" A woman cried, as she ran up to greet us.

She was tall, with hips as wide as the Pacific Ocean. A small waist, and over-sized breasts were clothed in a tight fitting dress that accentuated all her curves, but not in the good way. Curly bleached blond hair fell right above her shoulders.

The first thought that went through my mind was, she looks like a clown.

She had at least 3 layers of make up piled on her high cheekbones, and her fake eyelashes were hindering her from opening her eyes the whole way. So the entire time, it looked like she was squinting at us to get a better look at us.

Good god woman.

For the first time I was actually glad I was married to Lillian.

She didn't care about all that stuff.

Her face was clear, and make-up free.

Even at Christie's wedding, her make-up was at the bare minimum, with only a bit of eye shadow, mascara, and blush.

"Hello darling!" the clown cried exuberantly, as she strutted over to us in her five-inch heels, before she pinched both my cheeks between her bony thumb and index fingers.

"Um...hi." I said through my squished face.

She turned towards Lillian.

"Oh, and you my dear! You look as radiant as ever!" she squealed, giving Lillian's face the same treatment my face received.

"Thanks..."

"Now, now, Marietta, stop fawning over these two." Jim said as he waltzed into the room.

Jim was a shorter man. His hair was styled up in a quiff, and his face already had smile lines even though he looked no older than 25 years old. He walked over and wrapped an arm around Marietta's waist, before he pulled her down into a long and passionate kiss.

After thirty seconds, they were still going at it.

Lillian and I looked around the room awkwardly.

I cleared my throat, and the couple finally broke apart.

No doubt if I didn't do that, they'd end up having sex on the floor right in front of us.

I shivered at the thought.