This is Fate, Right? (lwt)

Chapter 33

Evelyn's POV

Today is the wedding day and I am having a panic attack lying awake in bed this morning. I wrap my arms around Niall, but...it isn't Niall. It isn't anyone. My panic raises about 100 times after I realize I'm alone. Springing up out of bed I rush to put on my clothes. Pulling my arm through my tee shirt I take a moment to admire my ring finger. Today is the day everything becomes official. By the end of today I'll be Mrs. Evelyn Horan. Rushing down the stairs I bump head-first into my fiance and future husband. He picks me up setting me down onto a bar stool in the kitchen. Going behind the counter he pretends to be my waiter handing me my plate. Instead of money I pay him with kisses until he goes around the counter and sits beside me to eat his breakfast. Putting his arm around me he starts eating while I pick at my food. Finishing his breakfast in a few bites he pushes his plate away and asks "Are you gonna finish that?" with a mouth full of egg. Giggling I wipe his mouth and push over my plate more than willingly. Finishing his breakfast he says "We should probably go to our room so you can try your dress on one more time to make sure it fits perfectly and I can try on my tux." We head upstairs to our bedroom and I undress heading to the closet. Suddenly I feel cold hands wrap around my waist. "I am so lucky," Niall whispers in my ear. Turning around in his arms I kiss him savoring the tastes of his soft lips. He pushes me back onto the bed slowly trying not to hurt me and gets on top of me. I push my hands against his chest to stop him. "Niall, we don't have time now. Plus, you'll get your fill tonight," I tell him winking as I roll out from underneath him. I take my dress from the closet and carefully slip it on. "How do I look?" I ask him seriously.

"For the fifth time, absolutely gorgeous," he sighs.

I shrug out of it and put on a flannel and jeans while he tries on his tuxedo.

"Beautiful," I say pushing my lips onto his.

We pick up our wedding clothes and set out to the Queen's House to make sure the preparations are going smoothly. I text Callie and Violet to be at the Queen's House at five o'clock sharp and then I focus my eyes on the houses around us.

"Niall, wouldn't it be great if we bought a house. Just imagine", I say, closing my eyes "ten years from now, we might be looking at the house we bought and thinking about how it was the start of our family."

"I was actually thinking the same thing. It feels kind of awkward to be living in someone else's house. Maybe after our honeymoon we can start house-hunting."

"That sounds great. Oh yeah, you never told me where we're going for our honeymoon."

"You'll find out soon enough," he tells me pressing a kiss to my forehead.

For the rest of the ride I dream about the house we might buy. We finally pull up the Queen's House, only to see a bunch of workers putting up the tables and setting the silverware on them. The wedding designer rushes up to us kissing my cheek and shaking Niall's hand.

"Everything is fine. Don't worry. We'll be ready by the reception at 7:00"

"Alright. Do you know if Ramona arrived yet?"

"I didn't see her. Hopefully she'll be here soon."

Ramona, our makeup and hair stylist, is always fashionably late but has not once let me down with her work.

We go into the dressing room and hang our clothes on the rack. I see our shoes already sitting on the bottom shelf. My heels are white lace with transparent lace on the sides of the feet. My mom helped me pick them out and I fell in love with them the first time I saw them on the shelf in the store.

"Hey, pretties," a voice calls out to us from the doorway. Spinning around I see Ramona standing there, her entourage behind her.

"Come on. Let's get set up," she tells her workers. Turning back to me she says, "We'll find you when we're ready."

Exchanging kisses on the cheek we both get back to work. I supervise the the setup for the reception while she supervises the makeup and hair stylists. Before I know it's 4:30 and Ramon drags Niall and me to the dressing room.

"We'll go for a simple but effective look for both of you today," she says.

"We trust you completely. Do what you need," I reply.

For the next half-hour she yells at workers and fiddles with our looks. When she finally instructs us to look in the mirror I open my eyes and almost scream. My hair swept to the side, curled, and pinned and my makeup neutral but evident I look astonishingly fabulous. Niall has his hair styled in a sharp quiff and looks just as beautiful, if not more so. We change into our wedding clothes and I look at my phone to see that it is already 5 pm. We get into our clothes and look at the doorway only to see the bridesmaids and groomsmen dressed up with Callie, Louis and Violet in the middle of them all. Callie and Violet run over to me, engulfing me in a bear hug while Louis walks over to Niall, shaking his hand and patting him on the back.

"You got her to marry you. You did well for once," Louis teases Niall. Callie playfully slaps Louis' shoulders. "Don't be mean, Louis," she warns him. They slip into a passionate kiss full of genuine love. For once in my life I understand them. Niall and I are the same and love each other beyond words.

"Ahem, lovelies," Ramona speaks, addressing all the groomsmen and bridesmaids. "We have a lot to do and not a lot of time. Now if you will just fill the vacant makeup chairs." At her command everyone scrambles to the nearest empty chair.

Half an hour later everything is prepared and Niall and I are standing in front of the pastor, listening to his spiel. What seems like hours later we've said our vows, slipped the rings on and the pastor finally proclaims, "Niall, you may kiss the bride." He slips his arms around his waist and I slip mine around his neck. At the contact of our lips my heart flutters. The kiss gets more passionate, deeper. Nothing like I've ever experienced before. Suddenly a thought flies into my head. I'm actually Mrs. Evelyn Horan. After what seems like a few seconds but was actually two minutes we pull away reluctantly and Niall picks me up bridal style, everyone cheering as we head down the aisle to the car waiting for us outside. As expected, paparazzi are standing behind thick ropes snapping photos and yelling out to us. I tune them, only focused on this sincere moment between Niall and me. Before I know it we're at the reception dancing with other relatives. Finally a slow song comes on and my father makes an announcement.

"Ahem, today is a very special day for all of us but especially for this new bonded couple. I, myself, only found out a few weeks ago my daughter was getting married and have just now realized that I should not get in the way of her happiness. Anyway, before I get too emotional, please let this new couple have this dance."

Everyone clears out from the dance floor and people go to sit or stand at the edge, watching us like hawks. Niall takes my hand and twirls me onto the dance floor. I recognize this song. It's "You're The First, The Last, My Everything." Somehow I know that this will be our song forevermore. We dance slowly, savoring every moment. Niall whispers the lyrics in my ear, my head resting on his shoulder. I wish this would last forever. But then this song is gone and Taylor Swift's "Love Story" comes on. We both have silly grins on our face knowing the song describes what happened to us throughout these years. We dance faster, keeping up with the tempo until we're both exhausted and go sit at a table. We bid farewell to every guest up until the last, then saying goodbye to Zayn, Perrie, Liam, Harry, Louis, Callie, and our parents. We go out in the cool night breeze and drive to the hotel we reserved.

"Tonight's the night," Niall whispers, his arm around me.

"Yes," I agree.

As we pull up to the driveway Niall carries me to the check-in desk to get the key and into the elevator, up into our room and he deposits me gently onto the bed. I carefully struggle out of the dress hanging it across a chair while he rids himself of his tux.

"Are you ready?" Niall asks in serious tone.

"More than ever before."

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Author's Note

So, my friend, Evelyn, has been asking if she's gotten married yet forever so I decided to post this. I don't know if you guys will like it but I gave it a try. I love all of you peoples.

Keep livin' on fabulously,

coolgirl169