Imagines

Do You Still Love Me? (AU Niall)

You definitely did not want to go to this wedding, but years ago-after everything-you promised each other you would be there. As you get ready, you remember all of the laughs you shared, all of the years spent together as friends until one day you were more than that. You had loved him since you were a child running next door after school to ask if he wanted to ride bikes, and you would always love him.

After eight months of being together, life got in the way and things ended in a heated rage that took forever to get over. Years passed and you both moved on and somehow managed to become friends once again.

When the invitation came your heart had dropped somewhere into your abdomen and you are not sure if it has yet gone back to where it belongs.

"You promised," you tell yourself one last time before hopping into the car and driving to the ceremony. You are late because you have been fighting with yourself for the last two hours and even on the way there you almost turn around twice. How are you supposed to watch him marry her?

The church rises into the sky, white painted stone with a large bell tower that chimes every hour. You take one final deep breath, put on your smile and open the large doors. Everyone is seated as the priest has the two of them recite their vows. Your best friend waves you over to her seat and you try your hardest to silently walk up the aisle to the seat she has saved for you in the middle of the church.

You nearly trip over your heeled sandal and everyone in the church turns to look at the source of the disruption. His eyes catch yours, pools of blue that you wanted to look into for the rest of your life, but you just smile and slide into the pew. He turns around and listens as the priest continues the ceremony.

She looks beautiful in her strapless, long white gown. Her hair is tied up with a blue clip holding her curled hair to the nape of her neck.

"I'm proud that you came," your best friend whispers to you as the priest asks if anyone has any reason the couple should not be wed.

"Me too," you whisper at the sametime someone else speaks up.

"I do," his voice rings through the silent church and you look up to see him turning around to look at you. The earth stands still for a moment as his eyes widen, not believing what he just did, and he begins walking down the aisle in haste. She stands up there looking around for someone to stop him. As he passes you he holds your gaze for a second to long and you find yourself making a quick escape after him as the rest of the guests erupt into a panic.

You run down the aisle after him, planning to give him a pep talk into going back up there and finishing what he started. You have been best friends since you were kids and that is what a best friend would do.

"Niall," you say when you find him pacing back and forth on the church steps. "What is going on?"

He turns to you, his blue eyes wide and paniced.

"Y/N do you still love me?" he asks and he croses over to you. He takes your hands in his and holds them up against his chest.

"What?" you stutter. How can he be asking you this right now, on his wedding day? The church door opens and the guests all gasp as they see the two of you standing there. He doesn't even flinch or look their way as his bride walks out as well, holding the front of her gown up off the cement stairs.

"Do you still love me, Y/N?" he pleads again. You choke back tears as you look over at all of the guests. Greg is standing there, holding Denise's hand, and he is staring at his younger brother with an unidentified expression. "Don't look at them, look at me. It's just me and you," Niall says again as he places his hand against your cheek and forces you to look away from your audience and right into his eyes.

"Do you still love me?" he whispers.

You begin nodding, without even thinking about it, and tears begin rolling down your cheeks.

"Yes," you sob. His arms wrap around your waist and his lips press against yours desperately.

Applause begins as your lips part. You turn to see her storming back into the church, Greg is smiling proudly and Denise is clapping excitedly. Niall grabs your hand, giving you no time for second guessing, and pulls you down the steps and too the waiting car that says Just Married across the back windshield.

He helps you into the passenger seat before running around the back of the car and getting into the drivers seat. He places his hand on either side of your face before pressing his lips to yours again. His smile is infectious and makes you forget all of the people disappointed by your confession.

As he pulls away from the curb you tun around to see his family and friends waving with huge smiles, and the Just Married car-paint smeared across the windshield.