Niall Horan Imagines

Too Young Pt. 2...

The reflection in front of me showed a beautiful face of makeup and hair. All I could see were dark circles and sad features. Today was my wedding day, it was supposed to be the happiest day of my life and although I'm ecstatic about marrying my prince charming I can't help the awful feeling gnawing at my heart.

"Married? You two have officially lost it!" Bobby roared standing up from his seat on his couch.

Here we were again, everyone in the same position and spot from the time before. Only this time we weren't announcing our engagement, now we were announcing our upcoming marriage.

"Honey, you two are barely in your second year of college. Twenty year olds! You guys have no idea what marriage means, do you?" Maura scorned us both

"Not to mention the expenses brought forth with a wedding!" My mother added

"That's why its going to be something very intimate, in a small banquet hall! We've sorted everything out already. We've saved up enough money..." Niall explained

"No! Niall. You still have so much to live and experience. How could you want to get married so early?" Bobby spoke

"We love each other!" I interrupted, making every turn to face me. "I love Niall more than my own good, if I'm being honest. Becoming his wife, is something I've dreamed of since the day I met him. If you guys support us or not, that's on you, but we will get married." With that said, I slapped three invitations on the center table and pulled Niall out of the house.

There were very low chances of our parents joining us for this occasion but hope was still present for both Niall and I.
"(YN)! Niall wants to talk to you." My best friend spoke, pulled me out of my daze.

"Hello." I mouthed a thank you to my friend

"Hows my wife-to-be, doin'?" Niall asked

"I'm really nervous." A small giggle left my mouth

"Everything will be perfect." He assured. God I loved this man.

"Why are you calling me?" I laughed at how silly this was.

"Well I wanted to keep the tradition alive! I can't see the bride before the wedding but there's no rule about calling her." Although I couldn't see him, I could sense the smirk tugging at his lips.

"You're so smart!" I teased.

He gave a low chuckle before speaking, "I bet you can't wait to marry this genius!"

"You're right. I can't wait to be Mrs. Horan!" I smiled.

"I love you with all my heart (YN), I'm afraid I have to go. Liam can't find his tie, I'll see you later!"

"Alright. I love you too!" With that you both hung up. A bright smile now apparent on your lips.

"You look gorgeous (YN). Its time to put your dress on! " My cousin squealed, leading me to the bedroom.

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Niall's POV

I watched as she stepped up the aisle. She looked so beautiful, every single one of her features sent me into a frenzy! I still can't believe I'm minutes away from officially calling her my wife.

Just the thought was enough to bring a smile to my face and make my eyes tear up. As I looked around the church I noticed a couple people missing, in that list was both our parents.

No matter how strong I tried being for (YN), I couldn't help the horrible feeling of our parents not believing in our love. Not believing in us.

As my attention was brought back to (YN), I was surprised when I saw her hugging her father. A small smile on his face as he led her the rest or the way.

I looked around and I saw that the reserved seats were now occupied by their rightful guests. This day was whole again. The fact that they showed up meant the world to me, and I knew it was the same for (YN).

My dad shot me a bright smile, a sight I hadn't seen in a very long time.

"Take care of my princess Niall." (YN)'s dad spoke, joining our hands.

I nodded, seeing as my emotions were everywhere, keeping me from blurting out a word.

"I love you." I stared right into her beautiful eyes, making sure she knew I meant every single word.

"I love you more."

SORRRYYYY! I KNOW I TOOK A REALLY LONG TIME! JUST A MINI BREAK....ANYWAYS SHOULD I DO A PART 3? LEAVE IT IN THE COMMENTS. PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO VOTE!
~AusllyDirectioner