*All credits go to Tumblr for this!! I didn't have time to write but I wanted to update*
THIS IS A PUNK IMAGINE
You leaned back in your chair, glancing out at the people conversing before you. It had been a busy day, wedding days usually were Louis had said. Louis was making his way around the two long tables your wedding guests were seated at, making sure to speak with everyone and thank them for attending but he was mostly talking to the people he knew. He'd removed his grey suit jacket some time ago and left it on the back of his chair beside you, opting to undo the top button of his white button down and roll the sleeves up to beat the warm sun that had started to set. The tea lights above you had been plugged in not but a few minutes ago, lighting up the white lilies and silver vases lined up down the tables and reflecting off the crushed metallic colored table clothes.
You drummed your fingers against the table as Louis made his way back towards you, the bright smile he'd had on since seeing you coming down the aisle still plastered across his face.
"Wife," Louis drawled out, bending down to press a kiss to lipstick he'd basically wiped off due to his constants kisses.
There was a wedding picture somewhere on the photographer's camera of you swiping your thumb over his lips to remove the pink stain and Louis had gazed at you with more love than you thought possible of one person.
"Husband, is everyone having a good time?" You questioned, leaning into him as a light breeze rustled the trees above and Louis nodded.
"You know, I'm glad we did this your way. Otherwise, it'd just be in some pub somewhere and everyone would be too drunk to dance or get home," Louis said, almost too seriously and you searched the side of his face trying to decide if he actually was serious.
"Seriously," Louis answered for you, turning to press another kiss to your lips and you rolled your eyes with a giggle.
He lifted your left hand off his forearm towards his lips, pressing a kiss to the peach champagne sapphire circle diamond ring with matching encrusted wedding band and you sighed as your fingers fanned out across his cheek before leaning into his lips for your own kiss.
"Let's dance," Louis suggested, standing to offer you his hand and you smiled.
"They haven't announced that it's time for our first dance," you reminded him but he shrugged, collar of his button down pulling slightly with the movement to reveal the black ink against his chest.
"Who gives a fuck, it's our wedding," he deadpanned, eyes challenging you to break tradition and you took a moment to admire him beneath the lights.
His brown hair was mussed from its earlier quiff, strands sticking up and disheveled but he'd never looked more handsome.
"Alright," you finally agreed softly, sliding your fingertips into his palm before he pulls you to stand at his side.
Liam had noticed the two of you making your ways towards the dance floor and he jumped from his seat to rush towards the DJ booth. With just a few clicks he was ready to play your wedding song but with a glance from Louis, Liam put the microphone down but instead watched the two of you.
The chords to "The Lonely Hour" began to play, Sam Smith's melodic voice washing over the crowd as Louis spun you into his arms and held you close. He didn't care if anyone saw your first dance for in that moment it was just the two of you. The fingers of his right hand danced against the flower embroidered chiffon of your wedding gown, tapping against the low back of your gown before he spun you away from him to gaze at the material of the bottom of your gown swish against your legs. The whole gown was virgin white, embroidered with handmade flower buds at the fitted bust of your gown before the flower bloomed into full flowers on the vine flowing down the full chiffon skirt of your gown. The light reflected against the crystals dusting your gown and Louis was enchanted at the vision of you spinning into his arms, hair pulled into a loose bun at the nape of your neck. The excitement of the day had caused a few strands to come loose and hang around your face and to Louis, you'd never looked more at peace.
"Not so arrogant anymore," you mumbled against his cheek and Louis pulled away to stare at your with a questioned tilt of his head.
"When I saw you at the grocery store the day we met, I told you you were arrogance and motor oil and that was why we'd never work out," you explained, holding tight when he went to spin you again.
"I was wrong, so wrong," you whispered softly, tears filling your eyes at the completeness of your heart in that moment.
"You were always perfect for me, I needed you even then but I just didn't know it," you assured him, rising up on the balls of your nude heels to press your lips to his.
"Love, we were always going to end up together. I knew you were it from that first moment. I might have royally fucked it up there for a minute but even then... I knew this was our future, that one day you'd be dressed in white and you'd have gotten me in some god awful suit for this but I always knew," Louis assured you, the scent of the expensive white wine you'd ordered for the day laced with the mint of his toothpaste as his breath fanned across your face with his words.
"You'd have made it to me one day, you were designed for me," Louis recited against your ear and you smiled as the song ended, tears streaking down your cheeks at the realization of the wide expanse of his love.
The sound of clapping faded out around you as Louis dipped you in his arms, fingers tight against your hips as he pressed his lips to yours.
"I love you," he whispered once he'd swung you back upright and into his arms and you chuckled at his words.
"Can't you tell Louis, I've always loved you even when I didn't," you assured, squeezing his fingers as he led you back towards your table and he kissed your wedding rings again, the silver of his own wedding band glinting under the light.
