"All I am, all I'll be. Everything in this world, all that I'll ever need, is in your eyes. Shining at me. When you smile I can feel all my passion unfolding."
"Niall, stop bouncing I have to spray your hair!" Lou scolds me. I still in my chair slightly but my frazzled nerves don't seize and my hands continue to shake. "There," she says, "Now you can go back to fidgeting about. In the mean time, I have to go and put the last finishing touches on your soon-to-be wife." She gathers her beauty supplies in her bag.
"Thanks, Lou," I hug her from behind, stopping her in her tracks, "for all you've done for me and the boys throughout the years. Crazy to think all those days you doing my hair for shows and appearances would lead to this."
"I'm glad that I had the privilege, Niall. Even if you little shits were a pain in my arse." We both laugh and she pats my hand and I free her to go and tend to the soon-to-be Mrs. Horan.
I stand in front of the mirror and tighten my bow-tie. "If you wondering if you look like a baby penguin then the answer is yes." Louis and the other guys that fill the grooms dressing room laugh at my expense.
"Oh Louis, now that's not very fair," Harry chimes in.
"Thank you, Harry, you always were the nicest one." I pat Harry on the shoulder before flipping Louis off.
"He at least looks like an adult penguin but with a baby penguin size dick." Harry adds in, leaning back in his chair gut-laughing.
"Fuck you too, mate!" I grab my junk in my hand and shake it, "This is enough to satisfy my woman." I state proudly.
"You haven't had great sex until you experience honeymoon sex. Perrie and I didn't leave our villa the first two days. It was round after round of sex." Zayn smirks.
"Well isn't that just lovely, Zayn." Louis sarcastically remarks.
"I look forward to it." I rub my hands together in excitement. I can't wait to fuck on the balcony while I call her Mrs. Horan repeatedly.
A knock is heard at the door before it opens. "Show time, Niall." Greg informs me. "I'm giving Theo to Denise and then I'll meet you and Willie at the alter." Greg smiles and I think I see his eyes glaze over with tears before closing the door.
"Your brother is as emotional as my mum," Liam jokes and stands to button his blazer. "Well lads I guess we should find our seats."
"If you see my family tell them I'll be right out, I just have to have a word with Niall." Harry tells the boys before closing the door and leaving us in private.
"Something wrong, H?" I ask, growing concerned by the second.
"No, no, nothing's wrong. I just... I have something for you." He shoves his hands into his trouser pockets and pulls out a tiny dingy black box. "Do you remember, Niall, that night back in bootcamp? I couldn't--"
"You couldn't sleep like always and you came out to the balcony and found me strumming." I finish his sentence for him. A smile spreads on our face at the warm memory from all those years ago. "You never could sleep. Ever" I chuckle, "Even on tour you would come to my room and ask me to keep you company." Damn, I miss these boys and being on the road with them. I'm happy to start this chapter of my life but I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss that one like crazy.
"Yeah that," he fidgets with the box in his hand, still not revealing it's contents. "You know how you taught me a few notes that night on your guitar and we ended up staying up all night talking about where we came from and where we want to go if we made it big?"
I nod.
"Well I never knew that night I found my best friend and that I'd be getting to experience some of the best years if my life with you but I'm damn glad I did." He smiles and hands me the box. "You gave this to me that night in case I ever wanted to learn the guitar and I thought it was time I returned it to you."
