Take Me Away, Newtmas

Stalia

A few months later...

Thomas POV.

Teri fussed over my hair and suit, making sure I looked perfect for Stiles' wedding. Teri himself looked super fancy, dark blue suit and black undershirt and tie. His hair was fashioned and styled by his still-boyfriend Minho. They'd been going strong over the past few months, much to the school's dismay. Alby still hated everyone associated with me, but that was a given. Once Teri had deemed me presentable with my matching suit, I walked out into the church with him, all the white almost blinding me. Teri and I moved to stand beside Stiles, who looked overjoyed but also like he was going to pass out, his white suit looking immaculate and stylish. One can only hope he doesn't pass out though... Malia would kill him...

Newt POV.

Malia couldn't stop fidgeting, and it was beginning to piss me off.

"What if Stiles get's cold feet? What if I'm not good enough? What if..." Malia continued to rant while I checked my suit for the 100th time. My suit was black with a white undershirt with a matching black bow-tie. My parents had agreed to come to Malia's wedding, so that's interesting. I hadn't seen them since that day months ago, my ankle had actually never properly healed and caused me to have a limp now. Dad's even walking Malia down the isle since her own dad can't. He's currently late, but that's a given, my parents have probably never been on time once in their whole life...

"I'm so sorry!" Sonya yelled as her and Dad burst through the door. Sonya wore a black silk dress with embroidered birds on it while Dad wore a suit matching mine. Malia stood abruptly, pushing everyone back out the door. That traditional wedding song began to play as I took my place with Tommy and Teri. My breath caught in my throat when I looked at my absolutely drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend. Tommy's hair was styled to one side, loose strands brushing his forehead while his eyes sparkled with excitement and joy. The suit he wore fit him perfectly, hugging his body in all the right places. He sent one of his dazzling smiles my way and I felt the blush creep onto my face. Tommy laced his tanned fingers with mine, lightly tugging me closer. When Malia walked down the isle, hand on my dad's arm, the only sound that could be heard was the music. Her hair was half up half down, white flowers woven into her brown locks by yours truly. The dress fit her perfectly, Sonya holding up the back. Stiles, who had looked nervous the whole time, visibly relaxed and swooned at Malia's presence. He let an easy smile spread over his lips and Malia returned it as she continued to up the isle. When they reached each other, their hands immediately found one another's. It was so unbelievably sweet, seeing their eyes fill with love when they so much as glanced at each other. The music quietened when they both stood across from one another. Tommy was Stiles' ring bearer, while I was Malia's. The celebrant gave the usual kind of speech. Then it was time for the vows, and if the softhearted people were able to hold out til this point, they were bloody screwed now.

"Stiles, if someone had told me a year ago I'd be getting married, I would've laughed at them. But, you bring out the soft romantic in me, and while it pissed me off in the beginning, I grew to love it... you complete me. You make me smile, you make me cry, you piss me off, but I don't think I could live without you. When I asked you to marry me, I was so terrified that you wouldn't want me; that you wanted someone who was beautiful and open and kind. Someone who was more like you. But then you started crying and couldn't talk and looked like an idiot and I knew you were the one for me. One thing I can't promise is that I will stop being insecure and worried, because there will always be someone better than me. But, Stiles, what I can promise you is this." Malia wiped her eye quietly, smudging the makeup Tommy spent hours on this morning, as she unfolded a piece of paper she'd held since this morning; she'd refused to let it go. "I, Malia Tate, promise you, Stiles Greene, that I will love you for as long as I live. I promise that 'Friendship O'clock' is whenever you need it. I promise that I'll make you smile everyday. I promise to protect you whenever you need it and help you up when you fall. I promise that I'll watch the new Marvel movies with you and I promise to pretend to know what's going on. I promise to make everyday worthwhile and to support you with whatever you do. Stiles, I promise to love you, all of you. Even the bits you yourself might not love. Because I do, I love you more than I ever believed was possible." Malia was crying now, eyes filled with such raw emotion that I felt myself begin to tear up. The celebrant looked to Stiles, who was also crying now.