One Direction Preferences

Wedding Preparations

(T)

Liam:
With four months until the wedding you felt like you had so much to do. The venue was already picked but you had no idea where you wanted to go for your honeymoon and you needed to decide fast. "Li, we have to talk." You said walking into the kitchen and joining him at the counter. By now, you could tell he was sick of talking about wedding stuff, it was more of your thing not his. "What's up babe?" "Well, I've printed out ideas places and prices for our honeymoon and I need your help deciding. We can't just go and wing it we have to-" "Babe," He cut you off, sighing, "Don't worry about that. Let me do take care of it." "But how do you even know where I want to go?" You asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Liam stood from the school resting his hands firmly on your shoulders. "Y/N, calm down. I told you I would take care of it, and I will." His reassuring words and firm grip on your shoulders made you relax your muscles. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Why don't I take you upstairs and draw you a nice hot bath? Hmm?" He knew how stressed your were about the wedding. You just felt like he wasn't helping you at all, that's why he wanted to take care of the honeymoon. Nodding your head, he pulled you up the stars. He set up the bath while you began undressing, "Ah ah ah." He stopped your actions. "Let me do that." He smirked at you. No matter how long you've been with this guy he always made you blush like crazy. "Thank you Li." You said leaning into his chest once you were both settled. He kissed the top of your head. "No problem baby. I can't wait until were finally married."

Zayn:
"What kind of cake do you want?" You asked your fiancé for probably the millionth time in a week. The wedding was fast approaching, and with all the big stuff done, you were just making sure the little and equally important stuff was getting done as well. His hand gripped the steering wheel as he stuck out his tongue, in contemplation. "What about red velvet?" He asked. "Ooh, that sounds good. What about white almond?" "That one sounds good too. What if we had both flavors, like your favorite and mine, in alternating terraces?" He laughed at your persistence, taking his free hand he gripped yours tight, just like the steering wheel but in a more loving way. "Why don't we just wait till we get there, huh?" "Fine, fine. I 'm just so excited. The wedding is literally in a week and a half." He brought your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it. "And you'll finally be Mrs. Malik." You grinned at just the individual thought of being his wife. Soon enough you arrived at the cake shop and met the baker inside. "So what were you thinking, miss?" "Well-" You began before Zayn interrupted you, "Actually, babe I kind of drew something for the cake." He dug to his pocket and took out a crumpled piece of paper. The baker took it and smiled widely. "This is extravagant, so elegant. Very nice Mr. Malik." "But, I-" "Have it ready for next Friday?" Zayn interrupted again. The baker wrote it down the date and time the cake had to be ready. "Let me see that." You said taking the paper out of the man's hands. "Oh my god." Zayn sure wasn't a cake designer, but he was an artist and this cake was the most beautiful thing you've seen...well besides him and your wedding dress. With a shocked face you handed the paper back to the baker, said your thanks and exited the cake shop, pulling Zayn with you. "You're an ass you know that." You joked, playfully smacking his chest. "Ay! You know you love it" You bit you lip and nodding your head. Zayn leaned in, pecking your lips sweetly. "I love you boo."

Louis:
"Louis. Louis. Lou. Wake up." You shook him awake. "Nooooo." He groaned, flipping away from you and stuffing his face in the endless amounts of pillows and blankets. "Seriously Lou, we have to be meet the wedding planner in half an hour. Now get your ass up." You yanked out a pillow from under him, hitting his bare back with it. Louis groaned more, shuffling to sit up on the bed, sleep still apparent all over his body. "Can't you just go?" "Nope." Your stern tone itself was enough for him to get the picture. He was going with you to pick a venue for your wedding and that was final. You threw clothes at him, "Ged dressed, I'll be in the car." There was a little voice in your head that told you he'd do this. He wanted you to do everything, take care of the whole wedding, whatever you want you got. But you wanted his help. This wasn't just your day, it was both of yours and it was annoying you to hell how he acted like he didn't care. Louis knew how much this meant to you and he was just being an ass about everything. "Took you long enough." You said, watching him get in the passenger seat. He sighed leaning back in his chair. "Look, I know you don't wanna go and that's fine but this isn't just my wedding Lou. Its both of ours and you have to make these types of decisions with me." "I know I'm being such an ass about things. I guess I just haven't come to terms with the fact that were actually getting married." "Well we have to book a place still and if we wait any longer, the wedding planner will probably leave." You pulled out of the drive way, both of you in for a very long day.

Niall:
You aimlessly looked around the store, scanner in your hand. Niall had left you to do the gift registry to go shop in some shoe store. There was so much that you wanted but if you would scan everything, your wedding party would kill you. Your fingers ran over a beautiful vase and scanned it for the hell of it. "Babe, look at these shoes I got." You heard Niall's big mouth, from the front of the store. Giggling, you turned to see him with 3 bags in his hands, each containing a new pair of adidas. "Really, Niall? We have a wedding to pay for!" "Please, do you know who I am?" He joked taking a pair out of the bag. You rolled your eyes at his cockiness turning back to the shelf full of useful home items. "Do you want to help me?" "Help you what, pick out junk?" "Niall this isn't junk. This is stuff we can use for our house, you know?" "Do I have to?" "If you wanna see what I bought from Victoria Secret's then yes." "Ugh, fine. Give me the scanner thingy." Gladly, you handed the scanner over to Niall, sick of hear the button press and the beep going off. You giggled as Niall made his way up and down the isle, scanning his little heart out. "Alright were done. Let's go home now." He hurried to grab your bags along with his, you laughed shaking your head. "Niall, no. Now we have to print it out." "Then we can go home?" "Yes." "Then you can show me what you bought?" "Haha yes." You laughed at his persistence in just wanting to get you home. Meanwhile the only thing running through your mind was how many pointless items were on your registry.

Harry:
"Can't I just see it, once?" "No Harry. I just got it! It's not even here with me." Today was the day you finally got your wedding dress. After trudging to shop after shop, you found the perfect dress at a little boutique no one had even heard of. When you first went in there you had wanted a perfect mermaid shaped dress, with just the right amount lace and sparkle. But what you actually ended up getting was an elegant ball-gown dress that made you feel like a queen. No not a princess-but a queen. Your mom ended up crying and your sister almost did too. Everyone who saw you in it told you that you were glowing as soon as you walked out of the dressing room. Once you got home, Harry had been waiting for you to put on the dress, but we all know that's not tradition. "What do you mean you don't have it?" "I mean they had to do some alterations on it, it's not the end of the world." You chuckled as he relentlessly asked you questions about your dress. "Well do you have a picture?" "Harry!" "What? I just want to see my beautiful girl in her wedding dress. Is there something wrong with that?" You smiled, sitting next to him on the couch. He pulled you close, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you on top of him. "No, there's nothing wrong with that." You sighed into his chest, "You just have to wait another 6 months that all." A loud groan erupted from his chest, making your giggle even more. "You know what I think you'll like even better?" You asked, playing with the "V" of his white v-neck. "Hmm?" "Me out of my dress.." "I'm not going to object to that." He said, flipping you over so he lay on top of you.