Chapter Twenty: Paige's POV
**Wedding Day!!!!**
"Oh my God! Paige, it looks... perfect," El said from behind me. "Thanks," I said, smiling at her. "So do you," I said, motioning to her dress. "So do all of you," I called through out the room we were getting ready.
All the bride's maids were wearing tea length blue gowns, and their hair was curled. Emily, the flower girl, was wearing a white dress with a blue sash in the middle. Jordan, Eleanor's son, who was being escorted down the aisle by a family friend, was our ring barer.
I felt beautiful. My hair was up in a fancy bun with beads in it, and the veil was stuck in the bottom of the bun. "Alright, call me Ms. Harris one more time until I change it," I requested. Everyone laughed but choroused with 'Ms. Harris.'
"Alright, Paige. Time for a wedding," The wedding planner said, popping her in the room. "Alright," I sighed nervously. "Honey, is there really anyway you could do this wrong?" El asked. "No," I sighed. "So you have nothing to worry about," El said.
Okay, time to go get married. I took my flower boquet, made sure El had had my handkerchif, and we started down the lift. We had to go through the lobby to get to where we were getting married. The mirror room was where we were holding the wedding, and the reception was in 'The Kennedy Room.' Yeah, weird name, I know.
Anyway, all the bride's maids lined up. When the music started, Peyton walked in first. People 'Ooh'ed at her dress. I mean, what do you expect? I have a major in fashion at University, for crying out loud!
Patrick took my hadn and told me it would be alright. I leaned down and kissed his cheek, whispering a quick 'Thanks' and getting back up. Emily and Jordan had already gone down the aisle, which meant it was time to go.
I started walking with Patrick, and everyone gasped. I looked at Niall, and his smile was adorable.
Patrick finally gave me away and I giggled at Niall, tears in my happy eyes. I fixed his bow tie, that had four leaf clovers, causing everyone to laugh. I checked the groom's men, and motioned for them to fix their's.
Harry adjusted his cat bowtie, Lou played with his striped bow tie with carrots all over it, Liam fixed his plaid bow tie, Zayn played with his bow tie with hair brushes on it, and Greg fixed his bright green bowtie.
I turned back to the minister and she started with the dearly-beloved and such.
When it was time for the vows is when I really started paying cloe, close attention.
Eleanor tried to hand me mine, but I refused. "I had been pending forever, looming over the right words to say today, when, in reality, nothing describes how I feel for you except I love you. And I'm glad to be your wife," I said, smiling and dabbing my eyes.
Harry tried to hand Niall his but he refused. "Paige Harris, Paige Harris, Paige Harris. I could say the you send sparks through out my body, that you make me weak in the knees with even a touch, but that'd be mushy and romantic, which you don't like. So I'll tell you that you I love you, and I love your smile," he said, which caused me to beam wider.
We said our 'I do's and exchanged rings. "I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Niall Horan," The minister said. We walked back down the aisle, and I smiled at everyone who was beaming at me. I even saw Justin Bieber. Ahhh! Fan girl moment!
"I love you, Mrs. Horan," Niall said, pecking my lips, which caused the photographer to go crazy and snap a picture. It was just a kiss. A perfect, amazing kiss.
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"Have I told you how beautiful you are?" Niall asked for the billionth time today. "Only like a zillion times," I said. "Well, let's make it a zillion and one. You're beautiful in that dress. Can't wait to see what it looks like off," he winked. I laughed and hit his arm playfully.
"Hey, Niall?" Patrick asked, tugging at my husband's (God, I love saying that) pant leg. "Yeah, bud?" He asked, crouching down to Pat's size. "Can I dance with bunny?" He asked. Niall chuckled and looked up at me. "She's all yours," Niall smiled, getting up. I picked Patrick off the floor and spun him around.
"Patrick, why do you call me bunny?" I asked. "Because you're as cute as a bunny," he said, in a 'duh' voice. I smiled and kissed his forehead. "You're eight, right?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "Alright, just checking. I could easily mistake you for Niall if you were twenty," I chuckled.
I spun Pat around before going to cut the cake. "Niall, pinkie promise me you won't smash it on my face," I ordered. "Alright," he said, putting out his pinkie. W pinkie promised and he put the cake in my mouth, but I smashed it on his face. "What, huh, why!?" He whined. "Because I didn't promise you," I shrugged. I stuck my finger on his cheek and licked the icing off my finger.
"Here, taste this," he winked, before dipping me like they do while dancing and kissed me. I heard people clap and camera's flash.
We deepened the kiss until we heard Pat say, "Ew! Yucky!" and the little feet pattered away. I chuckled into the snogging and pulled away. I wiped the cake off my face and laughed. I ran after my little brother, amused. I finally caught him and spun him around. "So, Patrick, why don't you like me and Niall kissing?" I asked. "'Cause it's like you're swapping saliva!" He said. "But, we've kissed all night," I teased.
"Ew," Pat said, jumping out of my arms and running away. I chuckled at the little boy and checked the clock. Only about one more song left in the night.
"Can I have this last dance of the night?" The Irish accent ringed in my ear. "Of course, my husband," I said, taking his hand. He took me to the dance floor and we swayed to Moments.
"Niall?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah babe?" He asked.
"I'm pregnant."
[A/N: yesh! Paige is preggo? Yes! A pic to the side is of her hair, just imagine it with a veil from the bottom! so ill see you later, peace!
Xx-brookie]
