One Direction Preferences

The Wedding Day

(T)

Liam:
The moment you woken up, you couldn't stop moving around. You just had to make sure everything was done perfectly, exactly how you pictured it to be. Even when you were in the chair for hair and makeup, you were asking everyone if they had done their part with the check-list you had made in your note on your phone in hand. "Honey, everything is going to be fine. Just relax." Your mother had told you with a chuckle. After a few hours and many deep breaths, you were all ready to go. When you arrived at the church you could feel all of the air being sucked out of your body, forcing you to just stand there and only imagine what was about to happen. "Y/N, are you alright?" Your maid of honor wrapped are arm in yours, giving you a concerned look. "What? Oh yeah, I'm just nervous." You admitted as you walked into the building. From the way the parking lot looked, you could tell the overabundance of people that had shown up and it made you all the more nervous. Your friend grinned at you, a heart-warming sentiment that calmed you just a tiny bit. "Everything will be fine, beautiful in-fact." She told you, "You're about to marry the man of your dreams, just think about that." You took a shaky breath, "That's what scares me, marriage." "Would you really be here if you didn't love Liam with all your heart?" You laughed, feeling so silly for even being this nervous. You took one last look in the mirror as your bridesmaids began exiting the room and with a final breath, your feet carried you toward the aisle, ready to face the biggest moment of your life.
Zayn:
When he saw you walking down the aisle, he truly thought he had seen an angel in your place. He couldn't believe you were there in front of him, about to give your whole future to him, to combine the two beautiful experiences together. "You look so beautiful." He whispered as your father gave you away. Your dad gave him a fake glare when he shook his hand, one they both understood as an, I'll take care of her, don't worry. Zayn being the romantic he was, had wanted you two to write your own vows, making it mean so much more then reciting the same thing so many people had done before. "Y/N where do I even begin," He began, reciting it like the lyrics he had memorized for years, "From the moment I saw you, I could tell that there was something different about you." You gave him a pretend scoff, sounding offensive, "In the best way possible," He continued, holding your hands softly in his, "Each and every day you surprise me with a new thing that I absolutely love about you. It's like this new adventure. And that's exactly what today marks, a new adventure that we start together. I look forward to what the future holds for us and what kind of adventures it has us taking, but first and foremost, I look forward to spending them with you. Y/N, I love you with all my heart and I wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life with anyone else." Even though tried to stop them, a tear still fell down your cheek that Zayn scooped away. For years and years to come, Zayn would always be there, keeping your tears from falling and a smile on your face.

Louis:
Comfortably, you sat in the limo on your way to the reception. The ceremony had been beautiful, you could tell that your mom was a crying mess, as well as Louis', but watching their baby get married was only a part of life. "My wife." Louis said out loud, more to himself then you. You turned your head from looking out the window to gaze at him, just hearing the word leave his mouth gave you butterflies. His fingers laced with yours, pulling your hand up to kiss the back of it. "Say that again." You told him smirking. "Hmm? Wife?" You nibbled on your lip, "Mrs. Tomlinson. Such a beautiful ring to it." Louis kissed your cheek, bringing his lips lower, placing sporadic kisses along your neck. You only blushed, not pushing him away. Your free hand traced his cheek, moving under his chin to bring his head back up, "I don't want hickeys for the first dance." He groaned playfully, "You're killing me woman. I want to tear the dress right off of you." "Yeah, well if you do, my grandmother will have a heart attack." Louis pulled out of your grasp, sighing as he laid his head against the back of the seat. "Don't blame me if I take you to the bathroom for a quickie then." "Lou!" You playfully smacked his arm, "We cannot have a quickie while our wedding guests are in the next room." He cackled, "It's not like we haven't done it before." You blushed, shaking your head at your husband. "You'll just have to wait until the honeymoon, my love." You whispered in his ear, making him antsier then he already was. His eyes glinted a darker color as he shook his head at you, knowing he'd probably cave before then.

Niall:
"Oh my wedding was simple, darling. We had only white flowers, that's all the florists around me could do at the time. And the dresses! Oh the dresses were so simple! We had none of this mermaid, sweetheart-whatever you call them dresses. It was either ball-gown or a flow of silk. And we even made most of them too." You nodded along as Niall's great aunt spun stories of when she got married. Being close to his family was something you treasured, as he did with yours. "Aunt Barb! I hate to do this, but I'd like to steal my wife away from you for a dance." Niall came over, smiling at his aunt. The same smile had been on his face since the minute he woke up, knowing all the things today had planned for him. "Oh that's alright sweety." Niall patted her shoulder and kissed her cheek, whipping you away to get ready for you first dance. "Remember what I said about children!" You heard her yell as you made your way through the table and to the dance floor. Niall grabbed both of your hands, spinning you around so that your back was snug against his chest. "Are you happy?" He wondered and you tilted your heard to get a better look at him, "Niall, of course I'm happy. It's my wedding day for goodness sakes." You cackled at him, watching his cheeks flush a perfect red shade that matched your mother's dress. "In fact," You spun around, chest to chest with your husband, "I don't think today could have been any more perfect than it already is. Niall placed his forehead on yours, the tips of your noses brushing against each other. "You couldn't be any more perfect." He corrected you, making you the one to blush.

Harry:
"Ladies and gentlemen, this will be our last song of the night." As the DJ said it, you couldn't believe the day you had waited for so long was already coming to an end. "This is it." Harry told you, holding you close with a secure arm around your waist, even though the music was a little fast for a slow dance, his focus was only on you, swaying back and forth, like it had been for the entire night. "I know, it's over. I can't believe it went so fast. I feel like just yesterday we were deciding on the colors and what cake we wanted-" "Y/N," Harry cut you off with a giggle. You immediately thought about hearing that laugh for the rest of your life and the joy of hearing it. "What?" "I meant, this is the start of our life together. We get to do this for the rest of our lives, together." His eyes glistened with hope and excitement making even the grumpiest of people crack a smile. A content sigh left your lips, "I know. It's crazy isn't it?" "Just think of all the fun things we get to do. Pick out furniture, grocery shop..." You giggled, "We've already done most of those things though." "Now we get to put a label on it though. People will say 'oh look the Mr. and Mrs. out shopping." Y/N Styles, even you cold full wrap your head around it. You reached up and kissed his lips, "Husband and wife." You hummed, pulling away. Harry drug his teeth against his bottom lip, smiling wide. "It'll even make the sex more fun." "Harry!" You whisper-yelled at him and you both laughed, knowing it was only true. "Now get back here." He smirked. As the music came to an end, his lips fell on yours, only one of the first of many as husband and wife.