We arrived at the venue, spotting Vanessa outside.
“Hey you guys!” she greeted.
“Your just in time for the dress rehearsal” she smiled.
“Ok, thanks for inviting us” I grinned.
“It’s Allys choice” she smiled, she skipped off.
We walked into the church, spotting Ally in her wedding dress.
“Hey you two!” she smiled, we hugged her through all the ruffles in her dress, there were so many. “I haven’t seen you two in ages” she chuckled.
“We’re going to start in 10 minutes so you can roam around wherever, just get back her in 10 alright?” she told us.
“Sure”
The first thing Louis did was run up to the alter.
“Look I’m getting married” he spoke sarcastically, holding a bouquet of flowers.
“Hah lets pretend” I smiled.
I held his hands whilst narrating the priest whilst Vanessa recorded it, smiling the whole way.
“Now do you Louis Tomlinson take Harrys Styles as your husband?” I spoke.
“I do” he smiled.
He narrated the priest for me.
“I do” I beamed.
“You may now kiss the groom” Vanessa giggled.
We leant in to kiss, me being the first to pick Louis up and hold him against me.
We kept kissing passionately, ruffling up our hair until someone told us not-so-politely to get off the alter.
***
Vanessa’s POV
Niall had a friend who was good with computers so I was heading over to Nialls place so he could show me where he lived.
“Hey babe” Niall greeted me with a kiss.
“Hey” I hugged him.
He showed me to his friends’ place whilst we chatted about random things.
“This is Zayn” Niall smiled.
All I could say about Zayn that he was sexy, he looked like he had a mixed background, his dark skin and chiselled features, pouted lips, cute dork glasses making his adorablely sexy.
“Hi” I smiled.
“What can I help you with?” he asked.
“Can you get the sound waves from a video I recorded?”
“Yeah sure, do you have the video now?” he asked.
“Yeah, its on my phone” I spoke.
“Can you send it to me?” he asked.
“Alright, email?” I asked.
He gave it to me as we moved to his ‘computer room.’
“Alright I sent it” I told him.
He nodded, an email popping up from me.
“Alright, gimme half an hour, make yourself at home” he spoke, sending us away with a wave of his hand, already working on getting the sound waves.
Niall and I ran off to the kitchen arguing about the cake which was sitting there in plain sight on the counter.
