Mr. and Mrs. Flynn

Valentines Day as a married couple - An Elle and Noah one shot

Noah POV

"Rochelle Mary Evans, do you take Noah Gregory Flynn as your lawfully wedded husband, promise to stick by him in sickness and health?"

"I do" she replied flashing me her brightest smile. I took pride in knowing that this smile was because of me and it made my heart flutter with joy.

"Do you, Noah Gregory Flynn take Rochelle Mary Evans as your lawfully wedded wife; promise to stick by him in sickness and health?"

"I have been waiting for this to happen since forever, Hell yeah I do" I blurted causing everyone in the audience to laugh.

"I now pronounce you, man and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The reverent signed off.

As we leaned in to share our first kiss as husband and wife, "STOP, wait."

Of course, Lee. Rachel smacked him in his ribs and that still didn't stop him from interrupting. He knew he'd be dead meat if this wasn't important enough to stop me from claiming the lips of my wife.

We both stopped mid way and turned to see Lee approach us.

I growled at him while Elle definitely punched him in the same place as Rachel had. Elle looked back at Rachel who mouthed a sorry and shrugged.

As we followed Lee, we realized what he was doing. Maybe, he wasn't a bad brother, after all.

"C'mon man, this HAD to happen" he smiled.

Elle and I shared a knowing look as we saw Lee and Brad wheel in a set-up of "The Kissing Booth".

"Lee" Elle choked on her words.

"For everyone wondering what this is, this is the kissing booth, the place where my bad-ass brother won the heart of my innocent best friend. Things weren't the same, ever again. And now, in hindsight, I think this was the best thing that has happened to these favorite people of mine. So go on, kiss away" Lee gave his blessing to us and went back to sit in the audience.

And there it was, our first kiss, and just like that, sparks flew once again. Elle Flynn, my wife.

I was brought out from my thought bubble as the stewardess woke me up reminding me to fasten my seat belts as we were approaching LAX.

Before, we move forward, let me bring you up to speed as to how we got married.

Well, the first year was tough. Elle and I struggled with the long distance. My lack of communication and Elle's break-up with me leading to the whole Thanksgiving fiasco with Levi when I saw her and him kissing in the park, I knew I had lost her.

I had flown back to Harvard with Amanda in tow, heart-broken. She'd spoken to Elle, but Elle had never contacted me until I left. That said enough about her moving on.

Amanda forced me into going to the welcome back party that evening, but I knew I wanted to cry myself to sleep. I mean, the love of my life had broken up with me. But Amanda wouldn't have it. She literally barged into my dorm room, got me changed into one of Elle's favorite outfits on me and dragged me to the Student Hall for the party.

I wasn't remotely interested in what my friends were talking...I didn't care. I just wanted to cry and sleep. Damn, I must've broken hearts to feel like this.

As if someone could hear my thoughts...

"No, Noah Flynn, you cannot cry yourself to sleep tonight." echoed through the lounge. I knew that voice, that voice made my heart-beat faster. And as I followed everyone's gaze on me and looked around, I spotted the reliever to my pain, the mender of my heart. There in flesh stood the lovely Elle Evans. MY Elle. I looked at Amanda, who gave me her classic "always listen to me", look and shoved me in Elle's direction.