Drunk Confessions of a Best Man (s.m)

Prologue

"Ladies, gentles and everyone who doesn't like either of those gender terms, hello. I'm the best man, Niall James Horan. You might've heard of me," he said with a playful wink. There was some laughter. If they only knew what he'd felt sitting through that wedding, holding himself back from being the one person to object when the priest asked around. If they only knew how much he'd had to drink from the moment the wedding was over.

"Alright, then. A speech. Well, I'm sure that won't be too hard to come up with. Shawn up there kind of makes it easy to prattle on about how awesome he is, don't you, Shawnie?" Their eyes met and Shawn furrowed his brows. Niall turned away quick but there was no doubt in his mind Shawn had already read him and knew he wasn't exactly sober at the moment. He got up and Niall chuckled, raising a hand to stop him.

"Woah there, mate, slow down. M'fine, I promise..." But he really wasn't, was he? Silent tears streamed down his face and he felt the fluid against his skin, a bittersweet smile on his face. He let out a fake chuckle, sniffed and faced the crowd. "I'm not fine, to be honest. Not to make your big day about me but well, can't be helped, anymore. Crying on stage, holy shit this is embarrassing."

"Ni, what's wrong?" He couldn't even look at Shawn. He shut his eyes tightly, knowing he was worrying him more and more by the second. But he had to say his peace. Or he would go completely insane.

"See, I know you're in a suit right now, next to a gorgeous woman in a gorgeous dress. But- but see- the problem with that is I kind of really fucking love you, mate..."

Niall trailed to a stop, looking around the room. It suddenly hit him, what he'd done and he fumbled with the microphone, letting out an audible gasp as the liquid courage that had taken a hold of him drained out in a single second. He heard gasps from quite a few others but the hall was so abuzz with murmurs that it was hard to tell. Why wouldn't it be? It's not everyday the best man confesses to the groom that he loves him during what was meant to be a toast to the happy couple.

"...Sláinte?"

He searched the venue for familiar faces first, subconsciously. The first he saw was Lewis, who gave him a sympathetic smile. Harry, Louis, Liam and Zayn were seated together, all looking confused and worried for him. He wasn't brave enough to look at Shawn. Not yet. But as he stumbled off stage, quite nearly tripping and breaking his head, he heard that voice, unmistakable, call out his name from across the room.

He shrank back like a small animal but snapped his head back by instinct. Their eyes met within the chaos and Niall felt his frail hold on composure slip away.

What the hell had he just done?

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I just love having intros for books lol. But sadly, it would take this book to nine chapters and I like number eight so we're gonna put this in the prologue instead =)

Anywho, this is a really short Shiall Moran fic. I stumbled upon this ship while I was reading a Larry Stylinson book and welp, my brain decided it likey so... Here we are. I wrote most of the chapters of this in the early hours of the night, same night I had the idea actlly. Hyperfixated like mad 😜

It's not long at all. Which is different for me cos my fics are usually pretty long but I've decided that I... Don't care 😘

*sigh* welp idk what I'm doing here, anymore. I should just start publishing. But ur bitch gots anxiety every time it gets to this part so myb in a bit. It's not gonna be like super amazing, sorry ig but I did put in some effort and suffered my eyes so hopefully it's not total garbage. I wanted to write the kind of shit that could make someone cry but ummmm yeah 1st off, not that good a writer and second, I'm very bad at accessing emotions and feelings and shit so that was never gonna work out good.

Anygay, see you out there sibling. Hope you enjoy this~