Stydia | oneshots

Wedding bells

Somewhere in a large building on a very ceremonious and important day Lydia Martin stands alone, in front of a large three-way mirror questioning everything. Was she making the right decision? Was this the right time? Did she look okay? Was the photographer catching this moment of distress? Did she pick the right dress? Was the wedding party in their correct corresponding outfits? She huffed out a heavy breath. She knew she was going to have to hide this worried look on her face when Allison returned to the room with her overwhelmingly fantastic gown. She stared at her white underwear and bra clad petite frame, she tried to smooth out her face and relax, but every time she did her brow furrowed even more. Her face began to tense that tears began lightly streaming down her face.

"Okay I have the dress Lydia...oh my gosh Lydia what's wrong? What happened?" Allison shrieked as she abandoned the white dress on an empty chair. Lydia turned to face her. "Lydia stop this now, the more you cry the more were going to have to fix your make up." Allison gripped her friend's shoulders.

"No nothing happened...I just...I just" She felt so bad questioning everything. "I just don't know if this is the right time, the right place. Is this too soon?" She sat down on a nearby couch in the small waiting room of the venue and looked up at her friend for an honest answer. Her friend walked over and took a seat next to her.

"You love him don't you?" Allison asked in all seriousness.

"Well...of course. It's not him I'm questioning. I'm just worried that this is all rushed and not the right time or place."

"Lydia you are in a great place at a great time. No time is going to be better. You're both basically fresh out of college with jobs already. This is just perfect, there's no other way to say it." Lydia smiled softly thinking about her fiancé had found a job at an office building working with computer graphics she had no idea what he did exactly but he loved it. She had just been recruited to a local family practice as a general practitioner. So far she loved every bit of it. She had to nod her head in agreement.

"Maybe I'm just overthinking this." Lydia said softly, still trying to calm herself down.

"And that's okay you're allowed to do that. It is a big deal; you're allowed to feel anxious. It's one hundred percent normal." Allison's words offered much comfort. "Do you feel better now?" Lydia nodded her head and wiped her eyes dry. "Okay then we better hurry up, we need to get you in this dress and re-do your make up. And from now on, happy tears only."

"Alright I think I can handle that." Lydia said standing and walking back to the gigantic mirror. She took a deep breath as Allison walked over with the dress.

"So you're ready now?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." Allison helped Lydia get the dress situated and her make up fixed. The whole time Lydia was a calm as she could make herself. She made sure her bridesmaids and groomsmen were all prepared. The wedding party consisted of her father's seven year old step daughter as the flower girl, Allison as the maid of honor, a friend from college as a bridesmaid, and much to her displeasure Erica as well (her fiancé said it was the right thing to do). She had just rolled her eyes and went along with it. The best man was Scott of course and two groomsmen Isaac and a goofy college friend.

Lydia was suddenly extremely ready for this. Her good friends had just gone down the aisle and she was there with her dad waiting to enter. He leaned over to her.

"You still have time to run you know?" Her dad and her definitely had their rough patches after her parents' divorce but she had managed to reconnect over the past several years and they were back on good terms, not perfect but good. She knew he knew she wasn't going to back out of this because of who it was but maybe because anxiety sometimes got the better of her. She looked at him and rolled her eyes. It was bittersweet though, the last time she would be with him as an unmarried girl. But she would still always be his first little, perfect girl.

"Dad, I'm not running."

"I know." He said just as the music started and she knew it was her cue to enter. She and her dad took a long, deep breath before the doors opened.

All eyes were on her. The room was only filled with about one hundred and fifty people but all of them were looking right at her. It made her nervous but beautiful all at the same time. But she barely noticed because she was looking at him looking at her in the most loving way possible, adoration and shock spread across his face. Everyone knew she was beautiful but he truly knew that inside and out she was perfect, he always had.

He was never the kid with the most friends or the most popularity, he was all around clumsy, goofy, and average looking but in the moment that Lydia stepped up to the alter and grabbed his hand smiling, he knew he was the luckiest person in the world. Stiles Stilinski was about to achieve everything he ever wanted out of life. It was the most perfect day of his life.
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I was at my dad's all weekend so I didn't get to post another story until today sorry :(

But I'll try and update every day if I can:)