Silence (Niall Horan)

Chapter 25

Niall's POV

Five minutes until the wedding starts and Rebecca still hasn't arrived. She isn't coming my conscience told me. I don't blame her anyways. I fucked everything up with her. She hates me and there's nothing that can change that. Not a baby, not a wedding, nothing.

The talking stopped and the attention was shifted towards the door. The glare of the sun didn't allow me to see anything. Rebecca's mum quickly rushed to her seat mouthing "turn around" at me.

I look back at the priest who was smiling and nodding at me. Greg, my brother, lays his hand on my shoulder and shake it lightly.

"She looks beautiful." He whispers to me.

A smile took over my face. I love her. I really do and I don't care if she doesn't feel the same way. She will be mine forever from now on.

I turn to face her and she looks more than beautiful. She looks breath taking. She's glancing around at the guest, her brows narrowed. A smile took over her face as she turns to face a girl with purple hair. Who the hell is she? She's attractive but I didn't invite her. She was taking away the attention from my Rebecca with her purple hair.

"Take care of my granddaughter." A male's voice brought me back.

I nod and we both smile at Rebecca. He hands her hand to me but she was extremely cold. She looks up at her grandfather first then to me. Her eyes are cold and I can't read her expression.

She slowly steps up and I grab her hand firmly. She hesitates for a few seconds but finally gives in. We both turn around and walk towards the priest.

"We are gathered here on this glorious day to witness the union of Niall Horan and Rebecca Martinez..."

I couldn't focus on anything other than her. She was standing right in front of me, both of her hands in mine. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. I still couldn't believe that in a few hours she would be my wife. We would be off to our honeymoon and then move to San Francisco. We would be raising our baby and hopefully more. She looks up at me and her brows narrow.

"Mr. Horan," the priest whispers , "did you hear me?"

"I'm sorry." I whisper back.

"I Niall take thee Rebecca to my wedded Wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth." I squeeze Rebecca's hand lightly.

"I Rebecca take thee Niall to my wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I give thee my troth." She repeats after the priest without meeting my eyes.

"With this Ring I thee wed: In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen." The priest hands me a ring.

I take Rebecca's left hand and slowly slide the ring into her fourth finger. She quickly slides the ring onto my finger, keeping her eyes on our hands.

"As Niall and Rebecca have consented together in holy wedlock, and have witnessed the same before God and this company, and thereto have given and pledged their troth, each to the other, and have declared the same by giving and receiving a Ring, and by joining hands; I pronounce that they are Man and Wife, In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen."

I look up at the priest as for permission. "You may kiss the bride." He nods.

I bring my hand to Rebecca's chin and tilt it up, forcing her to look at me. In that moment, when our lips touched, my world changed. I could feel her, I could taste her, I was her. Even though I had kissed her before, it felt different. It was like a dream, it was like we had does this a thousand times before. Her hands rested on my chest , and mine were around her waist. I pulled her closer, held her tighter, as if it were the last time. She didn't fight like I expected. Our lips moving in perfect sync before she pulled away.