Zayn: Staring ahead your breath caught in your throat, he was beautiful, absolutely stunning. The faces of your family and friends blurred around you as they stared towards your approaching figure. Your hand tightened around your fathers arms, grinning you stared back into your soon-to-be husbands dark sparkling eyes. “I Love You" he mouthed and you found yourself quickening your pace down the aisle.
Liam: Your fiance’ had begged all morning for a preview of your days outfit, the most important dress you’d ever wear…and what was underneath it. Laughing as your flower girl pranced around the room you helped fix your maid of honors hair before slipping into the restroom away from prying eyes. With a cheeky grin you snapped a close up shot of the lace of your undergarments quickly sending it off to the eagerly awaiting Liam.
Niall: Red painted your face as Niall pushed you down into the wooden chair waiting for you in the middle of the ball room dance floor. Kneeling in front of you he threw you a cheeky wink spreading your legs very slightly before brushing his hands covertly up your leg to grasp your garter belt. With a wide grin he let his fingers linger around your thigh for an agonizing few moments making sure to fill you with heat and anticipation before he slipped them back down standing to flick the flimsy piece of material into the crowding group of single men.
Louis: Laughing along with your newly announced husband you couldn’t stop smiling. You both had had the widest grins you’d ever produced painted across your faces all afternoon and evening and, much to the children’s delight, it was finally time for cake. You’d both sworn ahead of time not to follow through with the cliche’ of smashing it in each others faces but when the moment finally arrived neither of you could resist, your enthusiasm causing a food fight insisting entirely of cake to break out across the venue.
Harry: "No, no, no this is a disaster!" Frantically your best friend rushed around the empty food tent fussing over your recently ruined hair and smudged eye liner. Sporadic bursts of lighting lit the sky accompanied by the occasional clash of thunder as rain beat down on the city "(Y/N) I’m so sorry!" Looking out from the tent you were nearly moved to tears, standing proudly under the tree where you had both chosen to get married stood a drenched Harry, his curls matted against his face, the minister protected only by an umbrella held aloft by a grinning Louis. The curly haired love of your life held out his hand, a grin splitting his face, and equally enthusiastic you grabbed onto your fathers arm and walked out into the rain- nothing would deter you both from being married.
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