*Louis' pov*
I didn't sleep at all last night. Harry was on my mind all night. He couldn't have meant what he said, could he?
Is a client all I am to him. He has helped me so much. He stoped me from committing suicide, some how made my family love me again.
I mean he means so much to me;
I love him.
Right now I'm getting into my suit for the wedding. Since I couldn't sleep I practiced the song all night. I may have bothered some of the other guest. But it was keeping my mind off of Harry so I didn't care.
They did choose a beautiful song though. Even though it is a bit of a country song I still can sing it pretty well. Man I wish Harry was here. It would have been do much better.
"Ouch." I say as the man poked me with a neddle.
"Sorry son." The man said. I just let it go and went back in my own little world.
Of Harry.
...
"Son you look fantastic!" The man said as he finshed.
"Thank you!" I said. I smiled at myself in the mirror. I actually don't look half bad.
"Woah." My mum said. She looked stunned at me.
"You're all grown up." She said. I chuckled.
"Mum you're acting like I'm the one getting married."
"I know but still, you look very handsome." She said. I nodded.
"Thanks mum."
"Almost ready everyone!" Someone called.
"Louis they need you!" I did the last finally touches and smiled at my mum.
"Ready?" She asked I nodded.
"Sing your heart out." She said. I smiled and walked to where they needed me. I stood to the side and had to wait for them to say their vows and the "I do's" then I sung the song they would dance to.
I waited there with my hands in front of me as I admired the whole scene. It was beautiful. They chose tulips as their flower and they had a pertty orange for the color. A sunset wedding if you will.
The groom and priest walked out with the best man and the grooms men. They all waited there with smiles on their faces. Then a happy to song came on. The flower girl started walking down then the ring boy, the her brides maids, then her maid of honor, then the show stopper of them all.
The bride.
The traditional "bride walking down the aisle" song played. She looked beautiful. She had a magnificent ball gown that fit her perfect. He hair was in a updo and the loose strains were curled to perfection. She had a glowing smile that couldn't even been slapped off.
The groom was amazed that he had to wipe away a tear. You could see him mouth the words;
"You look gorgeous."
Everyone sat down and the priest began to talk.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to share this magical day with these two who have made the choice to share the rest of their together."
That's the last thing I remember before zoned out. I started to think of Harry and if I ever got married to him. We would definitely have roses. Our vows would be our own, no pre written shit. All from the heart. And the kiss would be so perfect. Our lips would mold together so nothing could break us. Our rings fingers wouldn't be naked anymore. We have eachother forever. Why did he have to leave. Where did he go. Does he still care. Would he care if I die?
