Imagine:
You're standing behind the doors that, once opened, will lead you down the aisle to your husband-to-be Niall Horan. Your hands are shaking and you can't breathe. You can't believe that all the weeks of stressing out had come down to this moment.
"You alright?" Niall's best man, Zayn asked. You shook your head unsure. Zayn smiled. "Love, Niall chose you out of a million girls. You're his princess. He would never, ever do you wrong. Why on Earth are you not sure?"
"I-I guess because he's so good. What I do something to fuck something up? What if he isn't mine forever?" You stutter.
"Do you trust Niall?" He asked. You nod. "Then trust his decision of woman. You are about as good as he is. Now are you all ready?" You nod again, this time tearing up of happiness.
As the doors open you tap Zayn on the shoulder, "Thank you", you whisper. You walk down the aisle and see Niall. You begin to cry before you even reach the end. You can see that he is trying not to cry, but a few droplets escape.
When you reach the end you exchange vows, and then rings. Finally the Pastor says those final words, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Niall puts your veil over your hand, holds your face with both hands and murmurs, "I love you princess," and kisses you.
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One Direction Imagines
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