One Direction Preferences

Wedding Series - Rehearsal Dinner

Wedding Series - Rehearsal Dinner...

Harry: As you greeted everyone coming through the door you sent them to the rather large tables in the room. Each on have a specific place in the room so everyone would get along. Harry would give handshakes and hugs before passing the people onto you.

When you saw that the seats were filled up you went and sat down. Harry held your hand as you watch everyone smile and giggle at you two. All the boys doing goofy little speeches about you two though they weren't their real best man speeches.

"None of you will begin to guess about what we have to say tomorrow when we get a couple drinks in us" Niall giggles, holding his glass high before smiling at you two "I'm only kiddin' but we do have different speeches, these are just sort of practice speeches to make you all laugh"

"Well it did" Harry says before fist pounding his friend and then watching everyone enjoy the small meal you had prepared for everyone's before wedding dinner.

Liam: You had a classy red dress on and you were seated in the middle of the room with all your loved ones at the same table. Not everyone attending the wedding was there but they were there in spirit because their planes and trains didn't get in until tomorrow morning. You and Liam had gotten over the fight about the cake from the other day. He apologized and you did as well saying that you were sorry he felt left out.

He said that he was sorry he was being insensitive to you. But all is well now and while they serve part of the cake he looks at you lovingly.

"Hey look here" you look over at him and he smears the cake all over your face. You giggle before throwing a piece in his face. He starts laughing then you smile at him and bring him in for a big sloppy kiss

Louis: Still in a little tiff with Louis you were going to skip the rehearsal dinner but decided to go anyway. You stayed away from him for most of the night until dinner. Harry stood up with his glass held high and his smile bright.

"Louis and (Y/N) got together at a party of mine. They were both friends of mine and when I introduced them that was the last I saw them the whole night." He laughs "but I know that they were in the impossibly possible love at first sight. They couldnt get enough of each other. So to the happy couple, to Louis and (Y/N)." Everyone raises their glasses and you and Louis look at each other. You lay your forehead against his.

"I'm sorry" he whispers

"I'm sorry too"

Niall: Niall knew that he couldn't get drunk at the rehearsal dinner so he tried to stay by you as much as possible. He was by your side every minute unless the boys dragged him away. Not tomorrow but the next day was a big day and then he could get drunk and have fun but tonight he has to be sober.

So when it came time for the speeches, instead of having wine of champagne he took some water in a champagne glass. He knew how important it was to you that he stayed sober until after the ceremony. So he stayed sober all night and when you two got home you thanked him very thoroughly for staying sober for you.

Zayn: You knew the minute you two walked in there everybody would be looking and staring. His hair was blue and he couldn't just get it shaved, the color was still on his scalp and you didn't want him completely bald for the pictures. His hair was already really short, buzz cut style, so when you walked in your mother and Zayn's mother approached you.

"Zayn what is the matter with you, why would you do that to your hair the wedding is like two days away!" Trisha scolds.

"(Y/N) how are we gonna fix this we can't just shave him bald"

"I realize that but there is no other way to fix it unless he dyes it black."

"I can't dye it black then it will turn green" he whispers harshly to you.

"Maybe the day of the wedding you cab dye it black"

"That won't work either then you'll see the transition throughput the day. Blue to green."

"We will figure something out" Trisha assures "But for now the rehearsal has to be blue haired and bushy tailed."