This is the ceremony:
And this is the reception:
Stacy's P.O.V
"Only you would have eight bridesmaids..." Jo joked. I rolled my eyes. "Bitch just be happy you even made it into my bridal party." I joked back. She scoffed. "Nigga please. Your wedding wouldnt be shit without me."
I laughed.
This is how its been for the past six months. Meaningless banter between me and my mates. Yeah, I know eight bridesmaids is alot, but there are so many people who were with me through this journey. How could I choose three or four?
You could imagine.
Jo's my maid of honor, Michaela,Carah, Laura, Danielle, Perrie, Eleanor, and Randi are my bridesmaids. And with me having so many bridesmaids, Niall had to find more groomsmen, to even it out, making the girls walk down the aisle with their husbands and fiances, Jo walks with Greg, Carah walks with Justin, Laura walks with Josh Devine, and Michaela walks with Olly.
So yeah, it all worked out.
I really liked the idea of a wedding with lots of flowers to remind me of the time when Niall used to give them to me back in Holmes Chapel. Where everything began.
I flipped my hair, also flipping her off in the process. "Bitch you betta recognize, this iz ma weddin, and those guest out there came to see meh." I snapped my fingers in a 'Z' formation before pointing to myself and laughing. "Me."
"And dont forget Niall." Dani laughed.
I shrugged. "Mmm, more so for me." I joked. "Niall being here is only a plus."
"How do you feel about that?" Mum asked. "About getting married to Niall so young." she added. I smiled at the thought, butterflies erupting in my stomach. "Im estatic. I feel like it's finally time for us to really start being us, with a clean slate, and an even bigger family." I answered, poking Aj's nose.
She chuckled before running to go pick up her flower girl basket.
I looked back to my mum with a very mischevious smirk. "But I think the real question is, how do you feel about seeing Harry again?" I asked.
I came to terms with my mum and Harry a long time ago, finally being able to joke about it and taunt my mum with the memory.
Randi's head snapped up at the sound of her fiance's name and she suddenly became more interested in the conversation. My mum's eyes cut to her before back to me and she coughed awkwardly.
"Im uh, kinda embarrassed." she admitted.
I bit my lip, stifling a laugh at her expense.
"Not as embarrassed as you'll be when you trip on the walk up the isle." she added. My face became very serious in an instant, and I had grown annoyed.
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" I whinned.
"Because tripping while you walk up the isle isa very Stacy like thing to do." Michaela answered. I rolled my eyes, standing up.
"Whatever, just help me put on my veil so I can gracefully walk up the aisle and become Mrs. Niall Horan."
Niall's P.O.V
I watched as Niam mimicked Zayn, doing his hair in the mirrior.
He had everyone laughing.
He has Stacy's humor.
"Alright mate," Zayn picked him up. "That's enough embarrassing Uncle Zayn for now."
