I checked myself out in the mirror, putting yet another silver bobby pin in my hair in an attempt to keep it in a side braid. Today was the day I'd been dreaming of for four years, I was finally getting married. Not only was I getting married, I was getting married to Niall Horan of One Direction. My maid of honor came in to help me get into my dress, now that my hair and makeup were done. I loved my dress! It was pretty simple, solid lace all the way up with a sweetheart neckline and pleats at my hips. I had to say that for the first time in my life I actually thought I was beautiful. Niall told me I was all the time, but I never believed him.
I walked up to the double door, seeing my dad coming towards me. "Are you sure you want to do this? You're only 18," My dad said, trying to convince me yet again that I wasn't ready. "Yes, dad. Are you going to walk me down the aisle?" My dad had never really liked Niall, so I wouldn't be surprised if he said no, I had my brother on standby just in case. Dad sighed and took my arm. "Of course I am. As long as he makes you happy I guess I'm happy." I smiled and squeezed his arm as a thanks. Someone opened the double doors and I heard the wedding march start up. I took a deep breath and started walking, looking where I knew Niall would be. He was smiling. Not his regular smile, something better. It was the most genuine smile I'd ever seen, and it was for me.
The vows were a bit of a blur, I was too distracted by Niall's eyes to pay attention. When it got to the "I Do's" we both said them and kissed. Then we walked down the aisle for the first time as man and wife. I knew that I would be getting a lot of hate as soon as I posted about us, the fans never really liked me. But I didn't care, I was in love and I was married, to Niall Horan, the man of my dreams. I couldn't wait to go on our honeymoon, because Niall and I had decided to wait, since I was only 18 and he was 22. I didn't know where we were going because Niall was keeping it a secret, but I was excited just the same.
We went to the Bahamas! It was absolutely perfect. Our first night as a married couple was perfect, the beach was perfect, Niall was perfect, overall it was just perfect. We'd only been able to stay for five days, but it was still the perfect. When Niall and I came home he had to go off on tour right away which made me kind of sad, but I knew what I was getting into.
We got pregnant right away and had our first child the day Niall came home from tour. It was a boy and we named him Greyson James Horan. He was a little bundle of joy and I only wanted more. Niall was a great father and we soon had twins, Brielle Lynn Horan and Patrick Earl Horan. After twins we decided to wait a few years before having any more, but it didn't exactly work like that. Niall and I had Jaxon Wayne Horan barely a year after the twins. We had a bit of a break before we had our last child, Anna-Grace Elizabeth Horan. I'd loved every second of being married to Niall, I wouldn't change a thing.
Now I was at Niall's funeral. It was 2073 and Niall and I had been married for 60 wonderful years. I was sad, but I knew that I'd see him again. My children were all here, and my grandchildren, and my 3 great grandchildren who didn't even know Niall. "Come on mom, we should go," Greyson insisted. "I'll be along, give me another minute." Greyson walked back to his wife, the former Darcy Styles. I smiled at them, they were just like Niall and I. I sat down on the ground, something I was proud I could still do at my age. I took out the letter Niall had written me when the doctors told him he didn't have much time left. "I thought I'd read this out loud if that's okay with you." I knew Niall wouldn't care.
Alyssa,
I love you. I was thinking the other day about how we met, that night in Seattle. You didn't want anything to do with me or my fame, but you agreed to go out with me anyway. I knew you were the one from the moment I first saw you, and the day we were finally married was the best day of my life. I can't express to you in words how amazing these 60 years have been, but I'll try. Amazing, wonderful, one-in-a-million, fantastic, bumpy at times but always solid, beautiful, loving, filled with love. Those are just a few of the things that come to mind when I think of you. Thank you so much for putting up with me at my worst and making me my best. I love you more than anything, don't ever forget that. -Niall
As I read the last few words I noticed that tears had been slowly making their way down my cheeks. I wiped them away, Niall wouldn't want me to cry. I hadn't cried the whole time at the funeral. I wasn't heartless, I was heart-full. There was no room for sadness today, none at all. "I love you too, Niall," I whispered. Then, I stood up and walked to where Greyson was waiting with a car to take me home. "You alright mom?" Greyson asked. "Of course honey, I'm always fine."
When I got home I walked straight to Niall and I's shared bedroom. I looked around the room where so much love was made, so many tears were shed, and so many memories were lived. Niall and I had lived in this house since day one of being married, and I was not moving. There were too many memories here, I couldn't leave. I changed out of my nice clothes and walked over to a CD player Niall and I had kept just for fun. I grabbed Up All Night out of a box and slid it in, turning the volume up. I heard the first few chords of What Makes You Beautiful and I went back to that night in Seattle.
"Will you go out with me?"
"Niall, I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"Because you're in a famous boyband."
"That isn't a very good reason."
"Fine, I'll go out with you, once."
"Yay! Thank you, Alyssa! You won't regret this."
"I sure hope not."
And I hadn't. Not then, and not now. Not ever. "I love you, Niall."
