To fall for Niall

The day before

It's time for the rehearsal, I'm just in a purple dress, my dad loops his arm through mine. We go around the side like how we're supposed to. Getting to the front, they run me and Niall through everything we need to know. Me and Niall smile to eachother, we haven't really had any time alone lately with everything going on. He runs his thumbs over my hands lovingly, I smile to him. The warmth I get whenever he touches me is indescribable. It doesn't really feel like fire works, it feels more like coming home, more comforting, just more like 'this is meant to be' I really love him. I'm so happy we're getting married tomorrow.
Monique and Luke are standing beside eachother, leaning into one another. Harry runs his hands through his curls, he's been a lot happier now that him and Sierra broke up, I'm pretty sure they were just holding eachother back by staying in a relationship.

After the rehearsal, the bachelor/ bachelorette parties will occur. Me and Mo and my sisters are going out to eat and then coming home and eating more.

We just finished, off to McDonalds! I don't know what the boys are doing, but I don't want to either.

We're eating McDonalds when Monique sticks two French fries in her mouth and they stick out like fangs, and she says "Arghhhh I'm a walrus" we all burst out laughing "walruses don't say 'arghhhh' Mo" I say laughing. She sticks her finger in my face "how would you know?" She asks squinting her eyes.

We're watching 50 first dates together, when I get a snapchat from Liam, all the boys are at- what looks like - a bar. Niall has a small, adorable, cheeky but shy, smile on his face, and it's adorable.

We have all eaten a shit-load of food and we're getting super, super tired. So we decide to stick our heads in buckets of ice to keep us awake.
It wakes us all up immediately. After about 45 minutes I go to sleep, I need to be rested for tomorrow.

I awake flailing. I had that dream where Zayn shoots Niall during the wedding again. "Why did you just fucking disturb my beauty sleep?" slurs Monique. She's sarcastic and spastic even when she's half asleep. I explain the dream in full detail, Monique's face goes pale, but then she shakes her head. "No worries Zayn's too much of a whimp-ass to ever do that" she says. I chuckle, it's still awful to dream about Niall being shot.