One Direction Preferences

Preference 7: You're getting married but he's not the groom

You're getting married but he's not the groom   

Harry:

"I can’t believe I’m getting married." You whispered to yourself. You were marrying a business man. He was always gone and never home. But you still loved him. Your bestfriend, Harry, didn’t like him too much. He felt he wasn’t your type and was a asshole. You simply brushed off his comments. Harry was suppose to be your bestfriend and support you. Not bring you down. You texted him, after him if he would come the night before and help with some things. He never texted you back. You don’t know what his problem was, but you couldn’t worry about it now. “You look beautiful." A voice behind you said. You turned around and your eyes met with Harry. “Harry, what are you doing here?" you said, shocked to even see him. “Couldn’t miss my bestfriend’s wedding." he mumbled, his eyes watering. You ran to him and hugged him. “I love you." You whispered in his ear. There was a moment of silence. “Don’t marry him." Harry whispered in your ear. You pulled back. “What? What are you saying? Harry, in case you didn’t know, today is my wedding day." You shouted. His face was laced with guilt and hurt. " I know, but please. Don’t. I love you and always have." Harry came to you and stroked your cheek. “Harry, I love you too, but-" He cut you off. " No, I’m in love with you." Harry confessed. You pushed him away. This was too much to handle. Harry telling that he loved you more than a friend on your wedding day. “Leave." you whispered, not even looking him in the eyes. “Y/N." Harry said, coming closer to you. You stepped back. “No. Leave and don’t you dare come back." You said through gritted teeth. Harry looked at you shocked, his eyes watering. He shook his head and turned to leave. Punching the wall, before shutting the door. You turned to the mirror. Your makeup was smeared. You couldn’t believe this. You started crying harder. You took a wine glass and through it at the mirror, not wanting to see yourself. The truth is, you loved Harry too.

Zayn:

"Zayn, how’s this dress?" you asked your bestfriend. You knew Zayn wasn’t going to lie to you, so you brought him along, to buy a dress. Zayn shrugged his shoulders,"it’s alright." You were growing impatient with Zayn and his mood. “You know, I need more than a shrug." You muttered. “Maybe you should have brought one of your girl friends." Zayn shot back. He stood and walked to the exit. “Where are you going?" You called. “For a smoke." he called over his shoulder. You rolled your eyes. He wasn’t even being supportive. You changed into your clothes and headed outside. You were instantly hit with a cloud of smoke. “What’s your problem? I thought you were my bestfriend, shouldn’t you be happy for me?" You told Zayn. Zayn just shrugged his shoulders. You let out a cold laugh and shook your head. “Screw you, Zayn." You walked away, but he grabbed you back. “He doesn’t even deserve you." Zayn said, his expression becoming softer. “And who does? You?" You said through gritted teeth and walked away.

Louis:

"If you object, please stand now." the preacher stated. You were marrying your highschool sweetheart, who was anything but sweet. You looked out at the crowd, secretly hoping someone would stand. No one stood and you stared back at your future husband. The preacher was about to start again, until the church doors opened and your bestfriend walked in. “Don’t know if I’m late but I object." Louis shouted. You looked at him and couldn’t help but smile. Your fiancé looked at you and gripped your wrist tightly. “What are you smiling at?" He whispered harshly in your ear. You had never stood up to him, but you were tired of his abuse. You pushed him away. “You know what, the entire time we’ve dated and been engaged, I’ve been too scared to stand up for myself. But that stops. Everyone, I’m sorry, but I don’t love this man. I never have and never will." You confessed to the entire church. You pointed towards Louis," But that man, will always have my heart." The crowd awed. “This is complete bullshit." Your fiancé shouted. You ran over to Louis. You gave him a huge kiss. “I love you." You whispered, once you pulled away. “I love you more." He replied. “Well now all of this is going to have to go to waste." You gestured towards the decorations. “It doesn’t have to. Y/N, will you marry me?" Louis got down on one knee and held out a ring. “Of course." You pulled him out and hugged him. The crowd rose and clapped. You and Louis married that same day. The perfect fairytale story.

Niall:

"Cute." Niall mumbled. “Niall, I’m marrying a world famous model, I need more than cute." You throw your head back, with a annoyed sigh. “Fine, pretty." He stuffed his mouth with more food. “Why did you come if you weren’t going to help me?" You asked Niall. “You said you had food." He shrugged his shoulders. You turned back around and looked in the mirror. Niall sat his food on the table next to him. He came behind you. “You look gorgeous. He’s lucky." Niall whispered. You smiled and turned to hug him. “Aww, Niall. That’s so sweet. I love you." You hugged him. He was about to say something but your phone rung. “I love you. More than a friend." He whispered to himself. “What was that?" You asked him, once you were off the phone. “Oh, uh, those were some good wings. Got anymore." Niall lied and went to the kitchen.

Liam:

"That looks very good." Liam said, secretly hating the fact you weren’t marrying him. You and Liam had been best friends since 6th grade. You were marrying Liam’s best friend, Andy. Liam acted like he was fine with it but deep down he wanted to kill Andy. Andy knew Liam’s feelings towards you but chose to go along with marrying you anyway. Liam had never expressed his feelings towards you. You had always liked Liam more than a friend but he never showed feelings for you. “Thanks, Liam. I can’t believe I’m getting married. And what’s even better, I’m marrying your bestfriend. Which means future double dates and all that. It’s so perfect." You gushed, at your broken hearted best friend. “Yeah, great. " Liam put on a fake smile. You turned back to the mirror, smiling and turning around. Meanwhile, Liam was dying inside. He was completely torned.