More Than This (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 36

Niall's POV

"Tuxedos, coats, bowties, pants, shoes, everything?" The head wedding organizer announces as she checks out the list for this special day I never imagined would soon to come after all those ups and downs that has been through.

"Good!" All the men-except me-in the room answer the organizer as we are being groomed to our best while wearing this midnight-blue yet almost black tuxedos.

I'm sitting by the window of a local hotel room here in Mullingar, feet stretched out on the floor with a pumping heart as I reminisce those old but gold memories we shared from when we were still the children playing and running around Mullingar's fairground.

"Niall, you have the ring now?" My brother asks me.

"I'm not the ring bearer here, I'm the-"

"We're going out now!" The assistant wedding organizer announces in the room, cutting me off. Everyone are so pumped up that they don't waste any second to get their asses out of this room to the cathedral where the wedding will take place. Meanwhile, I want to be the last one to get out of the room. "We have thirty minutes to get to the Cathedral!"

"Hey!" Willie smiles widely at me. "This is it!"

"You ready?" I ask him as I make our way out of the room.

"Are you?" He chuckles.

"Never been!" I stick out my hand in the midair for a high-five.

* * * * *

I just turned 23 years old last month and just finished writing my first song as a solo artist while we're still in hiatus but here I am right now, eyeing the most beautiful thing in the room at the end of the aisle of the same cathedral my brother Greg and Denise's wedding took place, too, three years ago.

Slowly, she walks in her simple but elegant white wedding gown to the song of her own choice and all I could think is wow!

From childhood friends, to lovers, and now to this?

Wow, just wow!

"I think I'm going to cry." I slightly bend over to my side and tell Willie in a whisper.

"I knew it!" Willie chuckles and hands me his own handkerchief.

"F off!" Silently laughing, I slap the handkerchief away from me. "I can't believe this is happening."

"I know. Me, too!"

* * * * *

I sit on a bar stool in the middle of the stage at the reception. With a guitar on one hand, I fix the microphone in front of me and level it to my mouth. I exaggeratingly clear my throat that makes some of the guests laugh before I begin plucking the strings of the guitar I have no idea where Willie got this from. Yes, the guitar isn't mine. I mean, why would I bring one at a wedding?

Anyway ...

Waking up to kiss and nobody's there

The smell of your perfume still stuck in the air

It's hard