Harry:
”Left, right, left, right.” you whispered to yourself, not knowing your fiancé, Harry, could hear you. It was the dress rehearsal for your guys’ wedding and you needed everything to be perfect, all the way down to how the bridesmaids walked. You and Harry sat at the front of the room, watching the bridal party walk down the isle, Harry texting Louis who was literally two feet away from him, while you wrote down every little flaw you saw. Harry set down his phone and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leaning back in his chair as he looked at the notepad in your lap.
“Babe, I knew you were a perfectionist, but not to that extent.” he chuckled, pulling the book off your lap and tossing it to the side.
“No! I need that!” you whisper angrily, crawling over his lap to try and get it.
He grabbed your hips and sat you back down, pressing his mouth to yours before leaning down and whispering, “How about I let you take your anger out on me later…?” in your ear.
“Let’s speed things up!” you called out, making Harry burst out laughing.
Niall:
"It wasn’t suppose to look like that…" you growled, walking circles around the special order groom cake you got for your fiancé, Niall, of a guitar. It basically looked like a violin with six strings, and it was pink which made you even more mad.
"Okay, first of all, I asked for a guitar, not a classical instrument, second of all, pink?! You got fucking pink confused with the beige and black normal guitar?! How is that fuc-"
"Princess… calm down, it’s okay, I love it, it’s a mixture of us." Niall smiled warmly, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder.
"How?!"
"I… don’t know, just trying to help. Hey, we can smash this one in each other’s faces, yea?" he earned a giggled and nod from you, along with a well deserved cuddle.
"I love you, can’t wait to see your face in, how much longer, five hours?"
Louis:
“Where are my fucking centerpieces?!” You groaned, opening up box after box of yours and Louis’ wedding decorations. Your wedding is only a month away and still no table pieces.
“God!” You screamed, throwing a empty cardboard box at the doorway that Louis just happened to walk through right at that moment. He ducked and the box just missed him, him turning to look at you with amused eyes.
“Well isn’t it my beautiful, calm bride trying to murder her poor, future husband.” he joked, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a tight hug.
“I’m sorry. I just need those center pieces.” you sighed, sitting down on the couch after pushing some of the décor onto the floor.
“Awe, baby girl. Don’t be upset or stressed, you got your big Teddy bear right here. Plus, our wedding isn’t about what is on the tables, it’s about who is on the tables.” he said, earning a slap on the chest from you.
“I’m kidding, it’s all about you and me.” he cooed, kissing you tenderly.
Liam:
Since it was a winter wedding, you knew there was going to need to be some form of snow removal so your guests could easily get to the venue. But of course, with your luck, the snow plow was stuck in traffic, behind over two hours.
“Get people out there, then! Manual labor exists too, you idiots!” you screech, becoming easily distracted by someone soothingly rubbing your shoulders and kissing your neck.
“Liam, you aren’t suppose to see me today.”
“Well I was following that rule until I was told to come down and control the bride, oh, and tell her she needs to start getting ready.” he whispered, spinning you around and poking one if the curlers attached to your head.
“But the weddings ruined, nobody will make it up the hill.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I got it covered.” he smiled, leaning down to kiss you but pulling away when he remembers he can’t for another two hours.
“I guess I’ll meet you at the alter, I love you.”
Zayn:
It was the night before you and Zayn’s wedding day, and you were pacing your hotel room waiting for your wedding planner to send you the complete days plan. You hated the fact that everything seemed out of line, and was going to ruin your entire wedding. You flopped down on the couch and tears burned your eyes as the stress of planning the ceremony that would bring you together with your soul mate rests on your shoulders. There was a light knock on the door and you jumped up, racing to get it.
“Finally!” you whined, opening it wide to reveal Zayn looking down at you with his big brown puppy dog eyes.
“I heard someone is stressed and needs a cuddle.” he smiled sadly. You walked into his open arms and took a deep breath as he kissed the top of your head.
“I wish we didn’t have to stay in different rooms.” you mumble into his shoulder as he kicked the door shut.
“I know, but don’t you go all Bridezilla on anyone, especially me.” he chuckled, tilting your chin so your lips could easily meet his for one last time before tomorrow.
“I love you, and remember; tomorrow you’re officially mine.” he whispered in your ear, kissing your neck gently as he opened the door and slipped out.
