Harry:
"Where is she?" Harry asks as he is standing at the alter. It has been at least 15-20 minutes and you hadn't shown up yet.
"She's gonna be here mate. Just wait." Niall reassuringly says.
"But, but what if she stood me up, what if she ran away with some bimbo, or this is her way of saying that she is breaking up with me, or--"
"Harry! Shut up will ya! If she was going to break your heart she would probably have already done it! She probably is running late do to traffic you moron." Louis shouts from across the room. Everyone looks toward his direction while Louis just sits there and starts talking to his friend again.
"You have to think positive! No more of this 'She's breaking up with me' or 'She is with someone else' talk! She is your wife. Not anybody else's." Liam states, and right at that moment you walk in.
"I'm here! I'm here! I forgot about my bouquet at the house. I'm sorry!" You laugh as you walk up to Harry. Who is now smiling wider than ever before.
"You came..." He whispers.
"Yes... it's my wedding too you know." You wink at him.
"Come on lovebirds! You have to do it the traditional way, you can't just walk in her-- I don't even think anyone is listening to me.." Louis says and walks out the door.
"Haha, I'm going to go get ready." You smile and kiss his cheek.
"I'll be waiting, again." Harry cheekily smiles.
It was another 10 minute wait, but this time everything went as planned.
"By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you as Husband and Wife. Harry you may now kiss your wife!" The preacher says as he smiles down at the two of you.
"Ready?" Harry asks.
"Ready." You smile.
Niall:
No one could stop you from bouncing off of the walls. You were talking a mile a minute to anyone and everyone.
“I’m just so excited to get married,” you blabbed to the makeup artist as she powdered your nose.
“Niall and I-” Your words were suddenly cut off when a familiar head of blonde hair appeared in the doorway, obviously let inside your suite by your mother, who was beaming at him.
“Hey, Y/N,” he said, blushing as he met your eyes,
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” You nodded, unsure of what he wanted, but agreeing anyway. You followed him into hallway, where he rested his weight against the wall.
“I just…” he glanced away from you, making your heartbeat race a bit.
“I wanted to make sure you weren’t having second thoughts.” His words clicked in your mind, and your lip started trembling. Was he having second thoughts?
“Niall…” you began to say, a wave of nausea coming over you. He noticed how distressed you had suddenly become and his eyes widened.
“No, no no no, Y/N, I’m not having second thoughts.” You let out a sigh of relief, leaning back against the railing.
“Then why are you bringing it up?” His eyes dropped to his shiny black dress shoes and hit bit the inside of his cheek sheepishly.
“I just wanted to make sure you were ready to become Mrs. Horan.” You reached out, tilting his chin up to meet your eyes.
“One million percent ready,” you whispered, kissing his cheek lightly.
“Now go out there and I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
Louis:
There was a pounding at the door. You expected it to be your maid of honor, coming back with the sandwich you had requested while waiting for the hair and makeup team to arrive. You threw open the door, a bit taken aback when you saw your fiancé standing there instead.
“Louis!” you exclaimed, shocked.
“Hi Y/N,” he grinned.
“You can’t be here,” you groaned, “It’s bad luck!” Louis rolled his eyes good naturedly, running his thumb along your cheek.
“I just couldn’t stand being away from you.” The wide smile that you had fallen in love with appeared and you shoved against his chest.
“You do realize what marriage is right? The rest of your life, Y/N. You have to put up with me for the rest of your life…” You smiled into his chest before speaking over him.
“I’m aware, Louis,” you giggled before adding, “Are you aware?” He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his forehead against yours.
“Of course,” he grinned, “there’s no one else in the world I would want to be with.” Right then, your maid of honor arrived with your sandwich, and you were forced to say goodbye to Louis, but you two would meet again at the end of the aisle.
Liam:
“Psst! (Y/N)!” You looked around the empty dressing room, trying to locate where the voice was coming from. Your eyes settled on the door that was cracked open and you quickly picked up your dress, moving towards the voice.
“(Y/N)!”
“Liam?” you asked, bewildered.
“Yeah, it’s me,” he whispered.
“Liam, what are you doing!” you exclaimed, though your voice was still low.
“I just…” His voice trailed off as he realized he didn’t have a reasonable explanation for coming to see you minutes before your wedding ceremony.
“I wanted to tell you I love you and can’t wait to be spending the rest of my life with you.” You felt a familiar blush cover your cheeks; that always seemed to happen when he said something as sweet as that.
“I can’t wait to be married to you,” he continued, his voice a slow murmur.
“I can’t wait either,” you whispered, slipping your hand out the door to find his. You intertwined your fingers, both of your hands ring-less, but not for much longer. Despite the fact that there was a door separating the two of you, you felt closer than ever, and you were most definitely ready to be Mrs. Liam Payne.
Zayn:
“Y/N, your phone is buzzing!” one of your bridesmaids announced, handing the phone to you. You sighed, your hands still shaking as you stared down at the caller ID. Zayn was calling you less than ten minutes before your wedding began.
“Zayn?” you answered.
“Hey Y/N,” his sultry voice floated through the line.
“Aren’t you supposed to be out in the church?” You heard him clear his throat.
“We were about to go in there but I just wanted to talk to you one last time before we do this.” You felt a smile cover your face and excused yourself from your nosy bridesmaids, huddling up in the bathroom.
“What did you want to talk about?” you asked, staring at your reflection in the mirror.
“I just wanted to say how happy I am we’re getting married,” he answered, his voice sounding like he was off in a dream somewhere. That’s what you felt like, too - your life seemed so fantastic that it couldn’t possibly be real.
“I’m happy too, Zayn,” you giggled, suddenly feeling uncontainable excitement come over you. This was real, and you were about to become Mrs. Malik.
“But you need to go,” you told him,
“There’s a wedding about to start."
