Brooklyn Beckham imagines

her.

I paced back and forth in front of the church, anxiously waiting for the ceremony to start.

what if she says no?

what if she changed her mind?

oh god it's starting.

I walked down the aisle with my parents. upon arrival to the altar, my parents gave me a kiss and a hug as my father whispered in my ear "take care of her son".

each pair of bridesmaids and groomsmen walked down the aisle. I watched as my siblings processioned down the aisle along with y/n's family members.

faces passed until I saw her.

her.

holy shit.

how the fuck did I get so lucky?

holy damn that angel said yes to marry me.

why'd she even do that?

oh god Brooklyn don't cry be a man Brooklyn be a ma- oh shit she's so beautiful.

God I can't take it.

WHY THE HELL AM I SO LUCKY.

God decided to bless me with her and, holy mother of god, am I grateful.

she's so beautiful. I can't even comprehend it. oh god she's getting closer.

JESUS BROOKLYN STOP CRYING- OH GOD I CANT STOP.

OH GOD SHES RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.

"babe don't cry!" she smiled as she wiped the tears away from my eyes, which just caused me to cry more due to her love.

JESUS CHRIST I LOVE HER SO MUCH

a/n I think this is cute af imagine Brooklyn thinking this when you guys get married omg.