One Direction Preferences

You're His Best Friend and You Love Him But He is Marrying Someone Else

Harry: “How do I look?" Harry says, facing you. “Handsome, as usual." you say. You look at him for a moment as you gather up your feelings inside. Today Harry was getting married and unfortunately, not to you. He has been your best friend since high school and as the years went by, you began to like him as more than a friend. You never said anything though, fearing he wouldn’t feel the same. You sighed, as you looked up and down his perfect body, admiring how handsome he looked in his tux. You walked up to him, adjusting his bow tie, and then gave him a smile. He smiled back down at you, making your breathing stutter. You couldn’t take it anymore. Without helping it, a tear rolled down your face, but you quickly wiped it away hoping he didn’t see it. Of course though, he did. “Aw (Y/n), don’t cry." he says, pulling you into a hug. More tears fell down your face as you realized that attending this wedding was not the smartest idea for you. You pull away, refusing to make any eye contact with him, “I-I.. I have to go.." you say walking away. “Why?! (Y/n) please don’t go!" You stop at the door, and turn back towards him. “Harry.. I have to.. Ever since we’ve met I’ve always liked you as more than a friend. I was stupid to wait till now to tell you but please just understand that me being here is just making things worse." and with that you left, leaving him in the room, eyes wide with surprise, speechless. You drove home, locking yourself in your bedroom as you proceed to cry into a pillow. You ignored the constant buzzing of your cellphone at your side, not really wanting to talk to anyone at the moment. You look at your phone to see 10 missed calls from Harry, a couple from each of the boys, and several text messages from all of them. You set your phone aside, and closed your eyes, laying back into your bed, eventually drifting off into a sound sleep. You woke up to the movement of someone shifting their body at your side. You open your eyes to find a very calm looking Harry asleep next to you. You lightly nudge his arm, waking him up. He opens his eyes and then looks down at you with very worried eye. “Harry? Shouldn’t you be at your wedding right now?! Why are you here? And how’d you get in here?" you asked, worried. “Well, after you left, I cancelled the wedding realizing that it just wouldn’t be the same without you there and so I left and went looking for you…which explains why I’m here now." he says softly, looking deep into your eyes. “Cancelled the wedding?! Harry why would you do that?! You should have neve-" suddenly you were cut off by Harry’s lips smashing onto yours, making you completely forget what you were saying. “I also realized that the only person I ever want to marry, is you. I love you (Y/n)." he says with a grin stretching across his face, his emerald eyes sparkling. “I love you too." you say, pulling him in for another kiss. Best. Day. EVER. 

Louis: One more day. Only one more day till Louis Tomlinson’s wedding. Since you two were little children, you both have been the best of friends. As you grew older though, you began to like him more than just a friend. You’ve always meant to express your feelings to him but you never really had the chance to, being that he always had a girlfriend. So when he announced that he was getting married, your heart nearly stopped inside you. As the days went by, whenever someone mentioned anything about the wedding, you would stay silent, giving only one worded answers when asked about it. Louis noticed this but never said anything, that is, until the day before his wedding. You guys were out doing last minute shopping and honestly, you really just wanted to go home. Of course though, he noticed this, being that he is your best friend. When you guys got in the car, he didn’t turn it on. You looked at him confused, about to question him, but he was faster. “Alright. Somethings up. Every time anyone brings up anything about the wedding, you go quiet not wanting to have anything to do with the conversation. Is there something wrong? Is there something I should know about my wedding that could possibly be changed so that you can actually be comfortable talking about it?" he asks, arms crossed tightly across his chest. You sigh, looking deeply into his blue eyes. Already completely overwhelmed about everything, you begin to cry. Immediately though, Louis’s mood went from suspicion, to comforting. He pulled you into a warm hug, running his fingers through your hair, soothing you. “It’s alright (Y/n). Just tell me what’s wrong because I NEED to know. I promise to listen to everything you have to say." he says, completely relaxed. You pull away, taking in a deep breath, “Ok. Ever since we were little kids, I have always liked you. As we grew up though, I began to like you as more than just a friend. I have always meant to tell you but I never had a chance, since you always had a girlfriend. So when you announced that you were getting married, I nearly lost it inside. I was stupid to wait till now to tell you about my feelings for you, and I’m sorry for that. But I just want to let you know that I love you. Always have, always will." you finish, looking at him, awaiting his reaction. As he sat there, silent, and you began to worry. “I shouldn’t have told you that.. Our friendship is probably ruined now… Maybe even your wedding.. I’m so sorry," you say, burying your face in your hands. “No, you didn’t, because there’s not going to be one anymore." “What?" you say, looking up at him with a shocked expression, not sure if you heard that right. “I said, I’m canceling the wedding. What’s the point of getting married if your not marrying the one you love?" he says, smiling at you widely, before leaning in and giving you a passionate kiss. “So are you saying that-that..that you-" “Yes (Y/n), I’m saying that I love you. And only you." You smile widely at this, getting butterflies in your stomach. You’ve never been happier in your entire life to hear those words. He was perfect. And he was YOURS.