Fate Has Different Plans

Chapter Twenty Eight-Something Old, Something Borrowed, Something Blue

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Cool, crisp fabric brushed against my skin, sending a wave of goosebumps across my entire body. I stood still and waited patiently for my mum to finish the complicated lacing that would secure me in my dress. I glanced up, meeting the eyes of my brother, who was almost in tears. Sure, he didn't cry when our two elder sister's got married, but he turns into a girl at mine. I gave him a large smile, one that he returned. I beckoned him over, pulling him into my embrace. I rubbed his back affectionately, while he squeezed me tightly. Someone "awwd" loudly, most likely his girlfriend, one of my best mates, Danielle. I swear, if someone else starts crying, I was going to lose it. Besides, if I messed up this makeup, Anna would be highly peeved, considering she had worked on it for a good forty-five minutes. 

I pulled back, keeping my gaze on Liam's face. He gave me a small smile, and I playfully patted his cheek, causing him to let out a small chuckle.

"Much better, I don't like my big brother sad." I told him.

He chuckled again, wiping a tear that had escaped his eye. "I'm not sad, I'm extremely happy."

"Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night." I scoffed, throwing him a smirk.

"Bella, you need to hold still." My mum chided, sighing loudly.

I glanced back at her, giving her my best sly smile. "Sorry mum."

I turned to see my brother walk over to Danielle and wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her in closer, planting a soft kiss on her head of curls. They were the cutest couple I had ever seen; well, apart from Niall and I. If Liam didn't ask her to marry him, or move in with him soon, I just might do it for him. She was the greatest thing that's ever happened to him, well, besides the whole being in a world famous boy band. The same goes for Harry and Anna. What the heck was up with them, anyway? They've been dating for almost three years! Sigh, I'll never understand my friends sometimes. Then there's Louis and Eleanor, and I have no idea what's going on with those two. My friends need to get hitch; sometime soon. 

I positively love weddings. They make me smile, all the happiness that seems to project throughout the whole area. I've yet to see a sad person at a wedding. Well, there once was a depressed guy there, but that was only because the love of his life was marrying another guy. Long time crush, I suppose. Weddings were full of joy and blessings and everything that's good in life. That's why I couldn't stop smiling the moment I woke up this morning. Why? Well, it's quite simple really. I'm getting married to my best friend, Niall Horan. And nothing could be more perfect in this moment.

"Aww Bells." Mum said, tears filling her eyes. "You look so beautiful."

"Mum, come on now, don't make me cry." I chided softly, already feeling the prickling feeling that came with the beginning of a sob fest.

"I'm sorry, you're right." She said with a laugh, wiping at her tears. 

"So, are you ready my dear?" Danielle asked, taking my hand.

I nodded my head, a smile crossing my lips. "As ready as I'll ever be."

And with that, we exited the room, the music from the lovely Ed Sheeran wafting in from the church. Yes, Ed Sheeran was playing at my wedding. A complete dream come true. Liam went to stand next to Danielle, offering her his arm. She slipped it through, gazing up at him with such adoration, I thought I was going to die. Liam and Danielle were first in the train, then Harry and Anna, followed by Louis and Eleanor, Zayn with Ruth, and finally Nicola with her boyfriend, Adam. The music changed, and they all began to walk down. I couldn't see Niall from here, because people were in the way. I began to breathe heavier, my heart rate increasing dramatically. A small pressure brought me back to reality. I turned to find both my mum and dad squeezing my arms for support. Finally everyone had made it to their spots. The music changed, I took a deep breath, and I took my first step down the isle.