A Little Too Much | Shawn Mendes (COMPLETED)

50 | White Wedding

Allie's POV;

I can't help the nerves that erupt in my stomach as I stand behind the large divider that separates me from the wedding venue beyond. I peep my head around the curtain just enough to see all the guests sitting on the white benched lining either side of the brick aisle, and Shawn standing just inside the pavilion.

I take a deep breath and smooth out my dress in the mirror set up for me. My hair is curled and braided to the back of my head with white flowers in it. Faith, Kelly, Aaliyah and a few other relatives of Shawn's are my bridesmaids, all dressed in beautiful light blue dresses. Aaliyah wears a flower crown on her head of long wavy hair and the others have a flower tucked by their ear. They all have a date to walk them down the aisle, even Aaliyah. It's hard to believe she has a boyfriend and literally just graduated high school, not even three weeks ago.

As I stare at myself in the mirror, I barely even recognize the girl looking back at me. I survived. The odds were against me my entire childhood and I hated life. I hated the idea of living, laughing, enjoying life. I hated everything, honestly.

The girl I used to be was cold and harsh. The world had made her this way. She was hurt too many times, betrayed, beaten, depressed. So she built up walls so high she couldn't even see over them and shut everyone out. She pushed everyone away and refused to become close or attached to anyone or anything with the fear it would be ripped away from her. The girl I used to be had dull green eyes that looked angry and lifeless. She had creases on her forehead from worrying and wondering what would happen to her. She was small and frail, a weak, thin little twig that looked like even the smallest pressure applied to her body would shatter her. Her face was pale and hid any trace of emotion, her shoulders hunched and her head ducked down to hide away from the world.

If I were to look at who I could become at that time, I wouldn't even recognize myself. This is me. I stand up straight and my body tells everyone of my confidence and strength. My green eyes sparkle and shimmer with life and happiness. My face is flushed and full and my body no longer looks like I've been starved and beaten half to death. This is the way the survivors look.

And it's all thanks to Shawn.

It's hard to believe how time has flown. Shawn and I are now 22, Shawn almost 23, and we're getting married. He proposed last Christmas, and now here we are. I still wonder how I got so lucky, because he's seriously too good for me.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts as the familiar piano and violin music starts up and the bridesmaids and groomsmen walk hand in hand down the aisle. Since I never really had a father, my mother was more than happy to walk me down the aisle. I smile as I take her hand and she grins back at me with glossy eyes. We've pretty much made peace with each other, and I'm glad to have her in my life now.

Everyone stands and turns to watch as we walk down the aisle. Everyone else is already standing on either side of Shawn, and he too watches me with glossy eyes. I swear, his smile could light up an entire town.

My mother kisses my cheek before handing my over to Shawn and we join hands before the priest. Everyone takes their seats and the ceremony begins. My stomach does flips as I stare into those familiar sparkling brown eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have gathered here today to witness the marriage of Shawn Peter Raul Mendes and Allison Danielle Peters. If anyone has an objection, speak now or forever hold your peace." The priest pauses briefly before continuing, "Shawn, do you promise to love and cherish Allie, for better or for worse, through sickness and through health, for as long as you both shall live?" Shawn smiles as he slides a simple gold ring onto my left ring finger. "I do," he says, his smile never faltering. The priest turns to me next and my heart pounds inside my chest. It's still so surreal, Shawn and I getting to have our happy ending. I never thought life could be this amazing, and yet here I am, marrying the man whom I never even dreamed of, yet now am unable to live without.

"Allie, do you promise to love and cherish Shawn, for better or for worse, through sickness and through health, for as long as you both shall live?" I turn to Shawn, my heart practically on fire. I never knew it was possible to love someone as much as I love Shawn. I'm not even sure I believed in love before I met him. "I do," I answer.

It's been five years. Five years since I met the boy with the guitar when we were seventeen. The boy across the street. The boy who cared enough to break down my walls. The boy who declared himself my first friend. The boy who became everything. He taught me how to live, how to love, how to laugh, how to enjoy life. I came out of my shell. Being with him is so easy. Being with him is real. We've had our ups and downs as all couples do, but it's made us stronger. It's made us who we are.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Shawn's lips crash onto mine and a fire burns inside me.

This is the day our life together begins.

Like I've said, this isn't the end.

This is only the beginning.

A/N - ASDHFJFKD ITS OVER! Oh my goodness! I'm sorry if this sucked, I tried to make it emotional and end it with a bang, I hope you all have enjoyed this story! One more part! Xoxo - Emily😍💜