I took a long, deep breath.
"This is it.'" I said to myself. Seven years. I've been waiting seven years to marry this boy and the day is finally here. Today was the day and my emotions were on overdrive.
"Breathe." I said to myself. Almost no one was here. Not many of the people I knew supported my decision to get married on my eighteeneth birthday. But I had waited long enough.
My dress was long and white. Long and white. But the white looked so lonely as I sat alone in my room doing my hair.I was getting quite nervous, so I decided to peek out of the door. I really wished more people had showed up, but I was happy to see my four friends hanging at the front of the long hallway. At least I knew I was loved.
My clock struck twelve.
"Time to do this, it's now or never." I whispered
I started my stroll down the hall while traditional bridal music rang throughout the hall. I tried to focus on not tripping, but then I saw him and I stopped breathing. He smiled and I could hardly contain myself from running down the isle and yelling I do. I tried to remain calm and finished walking down the rest of the isle.
"You look amazing," I said quitely to him. My four best friends were all now looking at me with huge grins mounted on their face.
It was at this point I zoned out and the memories flew through my head. The first time I layed my eyes on him. The dinner dates. The time her met my parents. The date I got my ring. I couldn't be happier. But then I realized it was silent.
"Oh no, said I do!" I whispered quietly. "I do," I screamed.
It was now time for him to say it back. I waited. There was only silence. I began to worry. Had I rushed into this? Was he not ready yet?
I grabbed him by the sides. "Louis?" I said tenatively.
There was no answer.
"Louis, it's now or never."
There was still no answer. Tears began to stream out of my eyes. "Louis, please." I said
I took him by the side and he fell and my heart broke into a million pieces. Then I realized we just weren't meant to be. I had loved him for eight year, and I will continue loving him forever, but this wasn't going to work. Because he was a poster.
THE END
Authors Note: Oops sorry. I kinda made it sound like you live in a basement and the air you breathe is One direction. But this is just my first one, I'll get better, I promise.
