One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

You pass out.

Substitute Dylan for what boy name you like. Requested by @tapdancedrummer . This one's not good. Sorry.

My sister carefully smooths out the fabric of my elaborate white dress one more time before placing her hands on my shoulders and smiling at us both in the glistening full-length mirror.

"Nervous?" she inquires.

I issue a soft nod. "Entirely times ten."

She giggles. I give a helpess cry of perturbation.

"Hey," she consoles, softening. "It's okay to be nervous. Everyone is at weddings; it's completely normal."

I purse my lips and nod, stomach still plummeting farther and farther in a pit of tension with each passing second.

"Chey, it's fi--"

She's cut off by my mother's peaking head in the doorway.

"It's time, girls."

I blink suddenly, frozen. Everything: frozen. My sister kisses my cheek, whispering "breathe" to where nobody else can hear. Somehow, I manage a nod. My sister shuffles off to take her position as maid of honor. I move to my spot as bride.

What is going to happen?

***

Walk. Walk. Walk. Walk. Walk.

I force each heavy step of my trembling legs. I'm managing a nervous smile, masking the insanity behind.

Walk. Walk.

I'm almost there now, beside Dylan, my to-be husband. My heart is hammering; it's the only thing I can manage to hear.

Walk.

I stop now. He's in front of me. I imagine the peach color in my face is drained to an ashen white now.

Dylan whispers, "Are you okay?"

No.

A weak smile, a shaky nod. My throat is too dry to respond.

Words are being spoken I cannot place. Preachers recite lines drained from my consciousness. People sing loopy words going in and out of my head. I'm weary. Dizzy. Trapped. I want out.

"I do." It's Dylan.

What did they just ask?

I'm too absent from myself to know. I feel warm, weak, drained, and lifeless.

Eyes. I vaguely recognize their daunting presence, all trained on me, demanding words. None come. Instead, darkness creeps in at the edges of my eyes.

Heat. Darkness. Shaking. Eyes. Heat. Darkness. Shaking. Eyes. Heat. Darkness. Shaking. Eyes. He-- Darkness everywhere.

***

Cold water is being dabbed against my forehead. I'm lying against something, though against what I cannot place. I attempt to open my eyes but give up when a drop of blinding light seeps in.

"Cheyenne? Sweatheart? Kitten? Open your eyes for me, darling. You're okay. Everything's okay."

I smile;

"Baby! Come on, open your eyes. It's alright."

I smile; it's Dylan. Dazed, I manage a squint. Only now do I recognized I'm in the back room's couch laid across his chest.

"What happened?" It comes out as a croaky, unintentional whisper.

He explain, and it all floods back. I start to cry. He ceases the retaliation.

"What's wrong?"

"I-I ruined our w-wedding!"

He shakes his head.

"You did no such thing. Listen, people get nervous; it's perfectly fine. All we're going to do is let you calm down here first. Then, when you're ready, go back out and try this again, okay?"

"Okay. "

You did, and everything went perfect. By the end, everyone forgot that anything ever happened.