after slipping the dress on and having my make-up applied and hair done, allmost 4 hours had been wasted. it was now 4 pm, 2 hours till the wedding. sophie didnt mention anything about her 'big news' and i didnt question her. the dress was absolutely beautiful. it was: after slipping the dress on and having my make-up applied and hair done, allmost 4 hours had been wasted. it was now 4 pm, 2 hours till the wedding. sophie didnt mention anything about her 'big news' and i didnt question her. the dress was absolutely beautiful. (picture on the side)
an absolutely flattering, beautiful dress. definatly glorious and dramatic, not to mention eye catching. kim kardashian, eat your heart out. my hair was done beautifuly also. (picture on side)
i couldnt be more happy about how i looked. i was... beautiful. and that takes alot to say coming from someone with such a low self esteem. we didnt follow the tradition of 'bad luck if the groom see's the bride before the ceremony' because honestly, we couldnt stop ourselves. the men that were setting everything up had finished half an our ago, and now all we had to wait for was the last 20 guests to arrive. they were my friends that flew in especially from australia and new zealand, the friends i hadnt seen in around 4 years. ross's friends and family all lived here in america, so it didnt take them long to get here. i smiled at the thought of seeing them again. it had been all to long. "what are you thinking about missey, with that big smile plastered on your face" my cousin, Ellie asks. "only thinking about my friends arriving. im really looking forward to see them." i say, smiling even bigger, if that was even possible. she just tutted at me, then walks away, champagne in hand to talk to my grandparents. suddenly i hear an all too familliar squeal come from behind me. i turn around and am greeted by warm hugs of around all 20 friends. shayle, monica, shannon, tanya, lana, tess, mint, rachel, rin and finella finally released me laughing. "you look beautiful!" and other complements errupted into the air. we got wierd looks from ross's guests, but we didnt mind. security guards started telling us to make our way down to the beach, because the ceremoney would be held in only half an hour. we giggled and went our sererate ways. after all, the bride allways had to come later.
NIALLS POV.
we were on the plane just about to land, in only 5 minutes to be precise. the boys had seccsessfully sneaked me out, well they didnt really need to. the doctors let me leave. they shouldnt have, but they knew no one can stand in the way of young lovers and their fate. i switched on the local news of LA, and what i saw on the screen shocked me to the core. "abbey follet and ross lynch annouunced there marrige at 12 this morning. after he proposed last night, the couple litterally lept into action, and are getting married on the beach out front their LA beach home. the wedding will be broadcasted live, only on fox news. the ceremony will commence in only half an hour!" it switched to some footage of a large crown gathered on a small beach. my heart litterally shatterd into a million pieces as i turned off the tv and sat back in my seat. she was getting married? today of all days? if the wedding could be tomorrow, i could stop it all, and win her back! tears slipped down my cheek once again. its over. ive lost the battle. the plane shuddered as it hit the ground again. what i didnt realise what that zayn had been standing, whatching the whole thing. "niall. its not over yet. we have 20 minutes to make it there in time. we can do it niall. dont you worry. you and abbey are ment to be together. she only moved on because your mum had advised her to. all the doctors, everyone thought you wouldnt remember anything at all if you woke up. its a miricle niall, and i believe the only reason you woke from that coma was because the love that will allways keep you connected was being torn. you woke up in time to not loose her. now go out there, and win back the one woman you will ever love this much. go boy. i have schedualed a helicopter to land you on the beach right next to the wedding set up. i have a suit ready for you. go get 'er boy" zayn says before walking away. he is right. i have to at least try! i hurry to pull on the suit then run across the tarmac, the bys hot on my heels. they had to come of course. the gang was my source of strength. hold on there abbey. im coming for you..
an absolutely flattering, beautiful dress. definatly glorious and dramatic, not to mention eye catching. kim kardashian, eat your heart out. my hair was done like this.
i couldnt be more happy about how i looked. i was... beautiful. and that takes alot to say coming from someone with such a low self esteem. we didnt follow the tradition of 'bad luck if the groom see's the bride before the ceremony' because honestly, we couldnt stop ourselves. the men that were setting everything up had finished half an our ago, and now all we had to wait for was the last 20 guests to arrive. they were my friends that flew in especially from australia and new zealand, the friends i hadnt seen in around 4 years. ross's friends and family all lived here in america, so it didnt take them long to get here. i smiled at the thought of seeing them again. it had been all to long. "what are you thinking about missey, with that big smile plastered on your face" my cousin, Ellie asks. "only thinking about my friends arriving. im really looking forward to see them." i say, smiling even bigger, if that was even possible. she just tutted at me, then walks away, champagne in hand to talk to my grandparents. suddenly i hear an all too familliar squeal come from behind me. i turn around and am greeted by warm hugs of around all 20 friends. shayle, monica, shannon, tanya, lana, tess, mint, rachel, rin and finella finally released me laughing. "you look beautiful!" and other complements errupted into the air. we got wierd looks from ross's guests, but we didnt mind. security guards started telling us to make our way down to the beach, because the ceremoney would be held in only half an hour. we giggled and went our sererate ways. after all, the bride allways had to come later.
NIALLS POV.
we were on the plane just about to land, in only 5 minutes to be precise. the boys had seccsessfully sneaked me out, well they didnt really need to. the doctors let me leave. they shouldnt have, but they knew no one can stand in the way of young lovers and their fate. i switched on the local news of LA, and what i saw on the screen shocked me to the core. "abbey follet and ross lynch annouunced there marrige at 12 this morning. after he proposed last night, the couple litterally lept into action, and are getting married on the beach out front their LA beach home. the wedding will be broadcasted live, only on fox news. the ceremony will commence in only half an hour!" it switched to some footage of a large crown gathered on a small beach. my heart litterally shatterd into a million pieces as i turned off the tv and sat back in my seat. she was getting married? today of all days? if the wedding could be tomorrow, i could stop it all, and win her back! tears slipped down my cheek once again. its over. ive lost the battle. the plane shuddered as it hit the ground again. what i didnt realise what that zayn had been standing, whatching the whole thing. "niall. its not over yet. we have 20 minutes to make it there in time. we can do it niall. dont you worry. you and abbey are ment to be together. she only moved on because your mum had advised her to. all the doctors, everyone thought you wouldnt remember anything at all if you woke up. its a miricle niall, and i believe the only reason you woke from that coma was because the love that will allways keep you connected was being torn. you woke up in time to not loose her. now go out there, and win back the one woman you will ever love this much. go boy. i have schedualed a helicopter to land you on the beach right next to the wedding set up. i have a suit ready for you. go get 'er boy" zayn says before walking away. he is right. i have to at least try! i hurry to pull on the suit then run across the tarmac, the bys hot on my heels. they had to come of course. the gang was my source of strength. hold on there abbey. im coming for you..
