Michael: I watch as (Y/N) walks down the aisle towards me, her father whispers something in her ear and she looks up at him, giggling
She lightly taps her younger cousin's nose with her bouquet, smiling radiantly "you are one lovesick little puppy" Calum whispers "look at her, how can I not be?" I murmur.
Ashton: I watch (Y/N) as she dances across the floor with her younger brother, she's a little bit tipsy, and laughing constantly, strands of hair coming loose from her complicated top knot
I smile too myself, unable to look away "what you thinking about?" Michael asks quietly "It just hit me...that girl...she's my wife" I chuckle, shaking my head slightly.
Luke: "You may kiss the bride" the minister says cheerfully, I grin at (Y/N) and grab her hand in mine, placing the other on the small of her back
"Finally" I mumble, pulling her close to me, she giggles and I dip her down so she is hovering over the floor "you better not drop me" she chuckles "off course not Mrs. Hemmings" I smirk, a wide smile spreads over her face and I press my lips to hers.
Calum: I chuckle to myself as I duck my head beneath (Y/N)'s dress, the boys cheer and whoop and I can just picture her blushing face
I lift her leg onto my shoulder and trail soft kisses up her leg until I reach the black lacy garter, I smirk and take it between my teeth, slowly dragging it down
When I emerge from beneath her dress, the garter in my mouth, (Y/N) is a deep shade of red and I can't help but laugh, I twirl the garter between my fingers before finally tossing it towards the boys
I don't watch to see who catches it, I'm too busy kissing (Y/N).
