Take Away My Fears
This is Called a Wedding
I rushed into the car, we had three hours until the wedding and I had just gotten out of the shower. Everything was at the church, in some back room where I woudl be getting ready, and I was still at the house.
"We're supposed to be there now." I cried from the back of the car as Perrie drove as fast as she could towards the church. She shook her head again, rolling her eyes in the rearview mirror. I hit the back of her seat playfully and she just laughed at me.
"Look! There it is, okay?" She said after I complained for about the twelveth time in ten minutes. I shrieked and the minute the car stopped I ran out and into the curch, ignoring the few paparazzi that got there early. We ran into the back room, the boys staring at us as we passed them.
"We're here!" I screamed as we walked into the room, the hairdresser just pulling out the curling iron. She smiled at me and I returned the smile through my pants. She pulled up a chair as the make-up artist walked in from the bathroom, alreayd set up on the table next to me.
"Alright, we ready?" She asked and I nodded in excitement. I was going to be a princess.
I looked around the chapel, staring at everything. I didn't understand her need for the whole church wedding, but this was apparently her day. Not mine. So I gave her what she wanted.
The worst idea in the world, is to fight with a pregnant woman over wedding details, as I soon figured out. She would cry at everything. I remember she was hanging up her dress and I saw some lace.
"So, it's lacey eh?" I joked, and she turned to me horrifed. Her face started to tremble and I knew I had done something wrong, just what that was I couldn't decipher.
"LOUIS! You can't see the dress until the wedding, you're going to ruin everything!" She screamed, the tears falling. I walked over to her and scooped her up in my arms. She looked so mad. Her face was the color of peppermint stripes and her green eyes were dark and clouded with tears.
"Don't you have another one in case I saw it?" I asked and watched as her expression shifted into one of relief as she nodded. The tears instantly cleared up and she kissed me on the cheek before leaving the room.
She was the absolute worst person to piss off when she was pregnant. She'd cry, or throw her hair dryer at you or just leave the apartment and dissapear for a while, not telling anyone where she went. But it was all going to be worth it when she walked down the aisle, and right into my arms.
She ran right past us in the moment, her sweatpants on and her wet hair in a messy bun, like she hadn't even brushed it, just gotten out of the shower and came here, which in all honesty is probably what happened.
The boys and I waved hello but wuickly put our hands down as the girls flew past us, not even recognizing we were there. Well, alright then.
~Three hours later, the ceremony~
I swallowed the lump in my throat as I heard the music play, and Harry came up beside me taking my arm. "Ready?" He whispered and I nodded, a smile brightening my face. I watched as the flower girl went in front of me, leaving rose petals on the aisle.
The bridesmaids went down next, making sure their heels didn't crush the petals. I took a deep breath and before I knew it I was walkign down the aisle, looking straight ahead of me at Louis, who looked perfect in his tuxedo. I could feel my dress swishing on the floor, and the weight of the tiara in my hair. Everything was perfect, and I was a princess.
We got to the alter and Harry broke off, taking his respective place before the ceremony began. The minister cleared his throat and everyone around us sat down, the church instantly silent. He began speaking, but I didn't hear a word he said, all I could hear was Louis, whispering little things to me about my dress, my make up, how beautiful I was, and then the vows started.
"Azinilia, you make me feel like everyday is a new adventure. I thought I had it made with the boys, I was content. But I wasn't truly happy until I met you. From the moment I saw you, stepping onto the plane in jeans and some sweatshirt, no make up on and your hair in a bun. I knew you were mine. You are and always will be my one and only." He said, his blue eyes boring into my green ones, I could feel him staring into me.
"Louis Tomlinson. I have never loved someone as much as I love you. Thought I'd get the cheesy line out of the way first." I said giggling a long with the rest of the people in the pews, "but seriously, you take my breath away everytime I look at you. You give me butterflies, something I hadn't believed in since I was ten until I met you. You had me captured even when I first met you, and your defense mechanism from loving me when you thought you shoudln't was to ignore me. You make all of my smiles, you cause all of my laughs, and even when I'm crying I know you'll be there. You're my best friend, my greatest confidant, and my one and only. I love you Lou." I said and sniffed back the tears so my make up wouldn't be destroyed.
I looked out to everyone and saw Cotey crying in the front, sitting next to Alex who had his arm around Eleanor. They had started dating and were looking into adopting a new kid.
I looked back at Louis just as the minister said the words I'd been waiting to hear. "You may kiss the bride." He announced and no sooner did he close the book then Lou had his arm around my waist and his lips on mine. My arms reached around his neck and I could hear an echo of the cheers from the church. We broke apart and turned to the church, both of us smiling and laughing. I grabbed my boquet and we ran out of the church, getting attacked by bubbles and rice.
We walked outside and instantly there were photographers everywhere, we smiled and waved a bit as we hurried into the limo that was going to take us back to the hotel.
Now this, was a wedding.
NotesONE MORE CHAPTER. It's going to be the reception, and the complication. So have fun. Sorry about the next chapter, you're going to hate me after it, I know.