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Niall: You sat beside Niall, your hands resting near each other, but neither of you daring to reach for the other’s. You continued your discreet side glances throughout the ceremony, taking in Niall’s dapper appearance, perfect hair, the smile plastered on his face, but averted your eyes quickly as his head turned, only to find you gazing forward at the reception. Finally it was time for the dancefloor, you and Niall laughed your way through the YMCA and Harlem Shake, but when a slow song came on towards the end of the night, you looked up, only to find his piercing blue eyes staring straight back. You assumed the position to dance, almost instantly, as if on instinct, your head resting on his warm chest throughout the song, as you both swayed; content. Then as the last notes of the song rang true, you looked up, meeting his eyes again, only to have his lips placed against yours, something you’ve been waiting for since you’ve been his friend, and when you pulled back, that same smile was there; only brighter, more genuine.
Harry: “I cannot believe you made me come to this” you breathe in his ear at the table as people speak about the newlyweds. He chuckles inaudibly, his shoulders shaking lightly with laughter, “why?” You sigh, kicking his foot under the table and gesturing towards the abundance of celebrities around your table. He smiles, rubbing circles on the back of your palm with his thumb. “Don’t worry about it, you’re the most stunning girl in the world, let alone this room” You blush furiously, just a music begins to radiate from the speakers various people performing as the entertainment. Ed Sheeran, Birdy, Little Mix, Ben Howard, and of course One Direction. After Harry returns from performing Little Things, he takes your hand leading you to the dance floor. “you were great” you murmur, looking up at him as you sway. He beams and thanks you. “of course, but I can only hope you guys can perform at my wedding, you’re talent amazes me” You grin and he chuckles, “but babygirl, I can’t perform at my own wedding…”
Liam: He smiles the whole ceremony, gripping your hand tightly in both of his, his legs bouncing happily and excitedly. You can’t help but grin, seeing him being so adorably antsy, for some unknown reason. As they announce their vows, his smile gets brighter, eyes lighting up, as if an idea has suddenly occurred to him and it’s the best thing he’s ever experienced. “Liam-” you chuckle a bit, but he shushes you, thoroughly engrossed in the events before you. Finally as the man recites, “you may now kiss the bride” Liam turns to you, pulling the back of your hand to his lips. “Liam what’s gotten into you?” you ask, giggling a little. “Nothing, just got me thinking, and I cannot wait” he blurts out. You sit there, puzzled, for a moment and he notices your questioning look, pressing a kiss to the crinkle between your eyebrows before laughing a bit to himself, whimsically beaming. “Liam-” you begin again but he finally whispered directly into your ear, “just can’t wait for that to be us”
Zayn: It’s late, it’s dark, but neither of you have had any to drink. The newlyweds thank you for coming, and you thank them for inviting you, leaving the reception hand in hand. “You look very pretty tonight” he mumbles, nervously. You thank him, wondering what’s got him so worried. You were both exhausted from dancing, full of food but still not getting over the fact that you’d caught the bouquet, symbolizing you would be the next woman married. “ya know, I was really hoping you’d catch that bouquet, quite glad you did actually” he says suddenly, stopping you just outside your car. “Zayn what are you going on about?” you ask, tiredly. “It set me up a little bit, to do this” he says, reaching into his pocket and lowering himself down on one knee.
Louis: “I spy a beautiful person” he sings, sauntering into your room, helping you wordlessly zip up your dress. You grin, pinning up one last piece of hair before whirling around and tutting disapprovingly. “you dork” you chuckle, admiring his awful tie tying job. Shaking your head with a smile on your face, you carefully undo his precarious knot, tying it correctly and buttoning the suit jacket closed. “much better” He smiles, taking your face in his hands and pressing a deep and longing kiss to your lips, pulling your dress clad body against his. “maybe we could just…. Skip it” he mumbles against your mouth, fingers twisting strands of already curled hair. You giggle, kissing him once more before grabbing his tie and your hand and pulling him towards the door, “Lou, this is my sister’s wedding…”
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