Something Beautiful

The day had finally arrived. After dozens of sleepless nights, cake tastings, dress fittings, and rehearsals it was finally here.

Delilah was standing in front of a full length vintage mirror in the huge penthouse of "The Ice".

All the bridesmaids had stayed the night before to help Delilah get ready for her big day.

Now looking at her reflection, with the simple yet elegant white dress on, her hair in smooth cigar curls reaching her mid-back, and make-up perfected, she realized what was happening, and it seemed all of a sudden, even though the wedding had begun planning around this very time last year.

"Waverly!" Delilah screamed with tears beginning to roll down her cheeks "Waver-".

"I'm right here D, what's going on? Are you getting cold feet?" Waverly said rushing into the room and pulling Delilah into a hug.

"I don't know if I can do this." Delilah said clutching onto Waverly's shoulders.

"Delilah." Waverly said looking her best friend in the eyes, "it's 156% normal to get cold feet an hour before the wedding, you love him, he loves you, you two are meant to be, but if you don't want to get married now I totally understand. Today is all about you and if you feel rushed at any point let me know and I will cancel everything."

"You're the bestest friend ever, but don't cancel anything. I want to marry him. I will marry him."

"That's my girl! Now go get into the car it's waiting for you downstairs." Waverly laughed fixing one of Delilahs' golden curls.

Delilah giggled and left the room.

Waverly looked at herself in the mirror, she had picked out her own Brides' Maid dress.

It was about knee length and was the deepest red. It was strapless and had a bit of a cinch under her breasts and flowed the rest of the way down.

Her hair was wavy and lay to the lower part of her back. She was pretty short to be 22, her four inch heels made her 5' 6".

"Waverly!" One of the other girls yelled from another room, "it's time to go!"

"Lets get this show on the road." Waverly said picking up her red and white roses and heading towards the door.

Only levels down, The groom sat on a chair his hands on his forehead.

"Mate, it's okay really, everyone gets cold feet!" One of his groomsmen patted his back, doing his best to make him get over his fit.

'I know , I know. It's just--" He shook his head. "I love her so much, what if those 12 year old children ruin it?"

"Jesus, look so far the paps think your at home. No one knows your here!" One of the other replied.

"Come on mate, she's waiting!" The darker skin man in suit shook his shoulders.

"Your right, I don't know what's wrong with me. I love her so much. I haven't seen her all day...I'm just" The groom was interrupted.

"You're nervous? Ha, after everything we've been through your nervous" The man of honor laughed. "Look We gotta go, it's almost time!" They all pulled the groom out of his chair, walking down the hall way together. Dusting off his shoulders and flicking his hair back into place.

"So how do I look?" He asked, leaning forward a bit , spreading his arms.

"Like the love of her life!" The men all laughed, patting him on the back.

They all walked down the hall. Ready to see Delilah in her white dress.

Since Waverly was the first to walk down she found the best man, Harry, and looped her arm through his getting ready to walk down the aisle.

"Please don't fall this time Waverly, it would be a shame if the bride and groom had to make a trip to the E.R. on their big day." Harry chuckled.

"I'm going to try my best." Waverly laughed back. Inwardly cringing at the thought of ruining the wedding.

"You two will start down in about five seconds." The man on the left side of the door said.

Harry and Waverly nodded and the two men standing on either side of the doors opened them and Waverly and Harry made their way out. Arm and arm,

Honestly it wasn't a big crowd. Only the closest friends and family of the bride and groom were there.

Delilah made sure to tell all the media the wedding would be held in the grooms hometown while it was actually hers. Her biggest fear was that some crazy twelve year old girls would scream, ruining the entire thing. But so far, the only photographer here was the family's personal one, that had took all the family photo's for years.

Waverly and Harry got all the way down the aisle when Niall and Lizzy began. After them Ed and Alexandria, and three other sets made their way towards the alter, then it was time for the bride.

The Bridal Chorus began to play, everyone stood and seconds later Delilah and her father made their way down the aisle.

Most everyone gasped as they saw how beautiful she looked.

Her arms were looped with her Fathers, a bouquet of red and white roses were held tight in her hand. She was squeezing the stem extremely tight. The train of her dress dragged behind her.

"Please don't let me fall" She whispered to her father.Gripping his arm just a little tighter.

"Never sweetheart" The father smiled. Gripping his daughter arm once again.

As they got to the sanctuary the pastor asked "Who gives this woman away?"

Delilah's dad, with tears in his eyes said "Her mother and I."

"Very well." And her father went to his seat next to his wife. Delilah's mom wiped away more tears.

Delilah sighed, she hated to see her mother cry, whether she was happy or sad.

Delilah then handed her flowers to Waverly turning to take her fiance's hand.

The groom, sighed happily, the nerves his was feeling left. They had both wrote they're own vows. "I take you to be my partner in life, I promise above all else to live in truth with you, and to communicate fully and fearlessly, I give you my hand and my heart, as a sanctuary of warmth and peace, and I pledge my love, devotion, faith, and honor, as I join my life with yours."

Delilah forced back tears as she pulled a tiny piece of paper from a ribbon on her dress. She never been good at remembering things. "I take you, to hold you forever. I hope always that I will always be on your mind when we're not together, but then again I hope we're never apart. When you sing, I hope I come to mind. I give you my heart, even though you already have it. I pledge to be yours forever and always. To love you through everything. To forgive and forget, and in this place, of warmth, light and the Lord, I join my life with yours." She let the tear of joy run down her face. She let a out the laugh she'd forced to be in.

Do you, take this women to be your wife, to have and to hold forever, in sickness and in health?" The pastor ask.

"I do!" The groom couldn't hold in the excitement anymore. His eyes glazed over.

"And do you, take this man , forever and always to be yours?" The pastor turned to Delilah.

"I do, I do!" Delilah couldn't help but say it twice. She'd be waiting to say it for months.

They both put the gold bands onto the other's left hand finger and the pastor announced, "I know pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Louis Tomlinson, you may now kiss the bride!"

The kiss was short but passionate and you could see the sparks and feel the warmth as they were glowing with love.

The crowd cheered and the bride and the groom skipped happily up the aisle as well as the rest of the bridal party. It felt like a fairy tale. Delilah felt like Cinderella of all people.

Louis picked Delilah into to his arm's, bride style, and twirled her. They were so happy.

'I love you Delilah Tomlinson" He nuzzled her nose.

"And I love you Louis" She kissed hugged his neck, giggling as he, along with the rest of the party walked to the dining hall. Ready to celebrate the new couple.