Change My Mind

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   6 Months Later :

        "Do you take this man to have and to hold from this day forward, for better and for worse, 'till death do you part?" The priest spoke. I reached over and squeezed Louis' hand. We both looked at each other and smiled. His eyes were the most beautiful color of blue and even to this day I couldn't tear away from his strong gaze. My stomach fluttered with butterflies and I brought my attention back to the alter,

        "I do." My mother spoke. She looked beautiful in her white lace wedding dress. I inhaled a shaky breath, I was nervous for my mom.

        "Charles Michael Bernard, Do you take this woman to have and to hold from this day forward, for better and for worse, 'till death do you part?"  The priest continued. 

        "I do." Charlie voiced. The priest closed his book and looked into my mother's and Charlie's eyes, he gave a small grin before focusing on Charlie,

        "You may kiss the bride." Charlie grabbed my mother and pressed his lips to hers. Everyone immediately burst into cheers. I clapped my hands as I looked across the church to the Groom's side of the family, until my eyes landed on Sam. He looked at me with a kind facial expression, and I reciprocated a smile. Just then Eleanor leaned over and waved frantically, I laughed and waved back. 

        It was weird at first; knowing Sam and Eleanor were together, but I was happy for both him and her. They were apparently still going strong after four months and they seemed content.

        Just then I was shook from my thoughts when Louis pulled me close to him and gave me a kiss on the cheek. He wrapped his hands around my waist and I rested the back of my head against his chest as we watched my mother and Charlie walk down the aisle together and out the church doors.  I turned around and gave Louis a long, sweet, passionate kiss to the lips. He tightened his grip on my waist as I hung my arms around his neck. 

        "Woah love birds," I heard someone say besides Louis and I. We pulled apart and I looked over to see Liam, "You're not the ones getting married!" He smirked. I chuckled and blushed slightly, snuggling my face in the crook of Louis' neck shyly. 

        "So..." Harry said as he walked over to Louis, Liam, and I, "Who's ready to party?" He asked. 

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        I took one last bite of my pasta before slouching back in my chair with a huff,

        "I'm stuffed." I appointed. Louis laughed,

        "That means we get to dance," He said, standing from his seat and pulling me up from mine. I smiled as he walked me to the dance floor. A slow song just started playing and couples all throughout the wedding gathered in the reception room dance floor; including my mother and Charlie. 

        Louis wrapped one arm around my waist and grabbed my hand with his empty one. We swayed slowly to the music and I could smell Louis' strong cologne. It was my favorite and I practically forced him to wear it tonight.

        "Can you believe how far we've gotten?" He said. I looked into his eyes and shook my head. 

        We sure had gotten far. Starting from when Louis and Eleanor were in love to where his management despised me and our relationship, to now. I thought back a few months, when Louis and I had just gotten back together, us two storming into his management department and trying to talk some sense into Richard. After Richard refused to let Louis and I date, Louis decided to call Simon and tell him everything; Simon ended up firing Richard for scandal and threatening Louis and I. Apparently Richard was supposed to talk to Simon (while he was vacationing) before making any decisions regarding the boys, in which he did not. Long story short, Simon agreed to let Louis and I continue dating. 

        I deleted my twitter account and all social media sites where I could get any sort of hate. Though after these six months, the fans started to except the fact that Louis and I were together, and that it would stay that way. I still didn't like whenever I read bad stuff about me, but I was much stronger now than before; I knew Louis loved me, and he always would.

        Three months ago Louis found out that Harry and I kissed that New Years night in Paris. Harry somehow let it slip to Niall, and Niall can't keep a secret to save his life. After much arguing and lots of tension between Louis, Harry, and I, Louis finally decided to let it go (of coarse after I told him I was a little drunk and heartbroken over him.) A few days later Louis and I moved into a flat together.  

        We still argue over things, mostly little things. He hates doing his own laundry and I refuse to wash the dishes. Louis never makes the bed and I always forget to take my shoes off when I walk into the house. Louis being away a lot also puts pressure on our relationship too; once we moved in together we see each other much more, and there's always skype.  

        And now we stood in the middle of the dance floor; together and in one piece, celebrating marriage, happiness, and hard, beautiful love. 

        "I can't." I finally spoke, smiling wide. "I love you so much." 

        "I love you too." He reciprocated, kissing me lightly. We danced a little longer before the music changed to a more up-beat rhythm  "I'm going to head to the loo." Louis said. I nodded as he walked away. More people gathered to the dance floor and I spotted the table Louis, Liam, Harry, Niall, and I were sharing (zayn couldn't attend due to a Little Mix concert. He wanted to support Perrie and I thought he was sweet). I looked Harry in the eyes and motioned him over to come dance with me. He grinned shaking his head no. I put my hand on my hip and pointed to him, then pointed to myself. I watched him sigh before standing and walking over to me. 

        "You can never refuse to dance with me!" I shouted over the music. He grabbed one of my hands and twirled me. 

        "I know, you're so stubborn." He replied. I rolled my eyes.

        "So, does anyone here catch your eye?" I asked, winking at him. He shook his head,

        "Nope." I frowned. "Well..." He continued, "I was wondering who that was," He said, pointing to a girl who was across the dance floor. She was dancing with a few other girls, her long brown hair was wavy and she wore a beautiful peach dress.

        "That's Evelyn! Sam's friend from school I think. Apparently they've been friends sense junior high."

        "Oh." Harry spoke. I shoved his shoulder,

        "You should go talk to her!" I mentioned. He shrugged,

        "Nah, she probably has a boyfriend, I was just curious." He explained. I furrowed my eye brows and shoved his shoulder again,

        "You're Harry fucking Styles! Go talk to her!" I insisted. 

        "Okay, Okay!" He laughed, "And watch your language, there's kids here!" He said before walking towards Evelyn. I chuckled and watched intently as Harry talked to Evelyn. She smiled and pushed her hair behind her ear, she was laughing and I figured Harry was telling her one of his ridicules jokes.

        "Stare much?" I heard a voice behind me. I smiled,

          "Lou, look how cute they look!" I spoke excitingly. Louis shook his head before twirling me just like Harry had done before,

        "What are you? A matchmaker now?" He laughed. 

        "Hmm, maybe." I joked. He grinned widely,

        "You're so adorable." He voiced. I smiled,

        "I know." 

        "And beautiful."

        "Keep it coming," I chuckled. 

        "Smart, kind, funny." I blushed. He then grabbed my arm and pulled me straight into him, giving me a surprise kiss. "Perfect."  My breathing picked up and I admired the boy in front of me. He never failed to make me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, he was always professing his love to me and constantly reminding me that I meant so much to him, just like he meant absolutely everything to me. 

        Louis Tomlinson meant the world to me. He was mine and  I was his. We were in love, and I honestly couldn't be any happier.