Guys, I have found that it is not easy writing a trilogy when you come across a lack of chapters ideas. So, therefore, I'm skipping ahead to after the tour.
Sorry guys.
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November 3, 2018
After the wedding rehearsal one day ago, Niall and I had to be seperated twenty-four hours before the wedding. Something about bad luck.
Niall had his bachelor party that the guys basically dragged him to. We had that last minute kiss before Zayn, Liam, Harry, and Louis literally picked him up and carried him away, whooping and hollering.
The Brooklyn Botanic Gardens was gorgeous in autumn. The pretty oranges and reds and yellows mixed with the multiple colors the flowers shed off. It was just before winter began so the trees hadn't started to change. It was just a tad bit humid. The perfect weather for a wedding.
Avery squealed, zipping up my dress. It came down to my feet, dragging behind me. It was strapless; the top hugged my chest.
"God, you look GORG!" she complimented. I giggle at her excitement.
My hair was partly up in a tight neat bun. The other part hung down in small grouped strands to curve to my face. My eyeshadow was gold. I had on mascara and eyeliner, a tiny bit of pink blush and lipstain. Just enough of makeup to highlight my facial features since I knew that Niall didn't like a lot of makeup.
God, I was dying to see him in his tuxedo and tie. That's honestly the sexiest thing ever: a man in a tux.
Looking in the mirror, I felt unbelievably beautiful. I heard a door close before hearing a gasp.
I turn my head to see Marie in tears at the door. She covered her mouth with a hand, cooing. "Ohhh, baby... you look gorgeous!" She embraced me in a hug. "Your moma would be so proud.... and Jeff'd have his panties in a knot, he just wouldn't let go at the alter," she chuckles.
I smile at her as she pulled back. Amused because, let's face it, he wouldn't let me go.
Caroline walked inside with her clipboard, a hand on her ear piece.
"... No, I told you the ice sculpture goes center court at The Rainbow Room- no! Center court, center court! You're not making this easy, Steven! I- just do it." She sighed and smiled at me.
"Well, knowing Niall as good as I know him for just knowing him, well, two months in total, he's going to love that dress." I smile at her.
"Thank you for organizing such a beautiful wedding."
"Thank you for letting my daughter 'fangirl' after the rehearsal."
I chortle.
"Okay, everyone needs to get in their places." She smiles.
Zayn smiled at me, linking arms. "Thank you for letting me giving you away."
"Well... you're like a big brother to me. And family. Which is why Brian is pissed," I grin. He chuckled.
The music started. Everyone got in line.
I take a deep breathe.
***
I bite my lip, suddenly feeling very self conscious and anxious.
Zayn chuckled as Marlene, the four year old cutie, waddled down the aisle, dropping petals along the aisle. She shined a smile at her mother and father. I grin to myself, remembering Harper forcing him to take out the piercings earlier. He actually looked good with out them in.
She had told him, "This is a classy wedding. You had to take them out at ours, you'll take them out at theirs."
Marlene stepped up onto the alter.
Niall was clearly ansty; he couldn't stop fidgeting with his black tie or his dark gray vest.
God, he looked so sexy in it. His, now all brunette, hair was fixed up in a quiff. His tuxedo was black to match the tie. His vest was dark gray and he had on a white button up shirt underneath. He had a clean shave. I knew what that meant: Armani.
Greg finally laid a hand down on his shoulder, whispering to him.
~Niall's P.O.V.~
"Niall, calm down. You look like you're about to do Theo's potty dance," Greg whispered in my ear. I turn my head to look at him.
"I can't help it, she's about to come ou- Oh my God," I groan, seeing her standing at the end of the aisle. Her arm was linked to Zayn's.
She was... breathtaking. The dress was amazing at complementing her curves. Her hair was amazing. Even her makeup made my head spin. Her big hazel eyes popped and her full lips looked so kissable.
I couldn't help but bite my lip, gnawing on it. I raise a hand to cover it.
That's mine. That is mine. That is ACTUALLY mine. There's no possible way I could lose her again now. We were going to get married. I'd be waking up to that gorgeous woman every day for the rest of my life.
A large smile curled on both our lips. They waltzed down the aisle before Zayn handed her over to me. I took her tiny hands in my own after she gave her bouquet to Avery.
"We come here today, to join Katie Walker and Niall Horan in holy matrimony," the minister began. I didn't bother in listening too well. I just stared at KitKat's perfectly imperfect features. All of those beautiful features that stole my heart.
Katie wasn't perfect, no. But she was perfect for me. She's all that I'll ever want. All I ever wanted.
So many girls wanted to be her. And not because she was dating me. Katie is gorgeous, she's just too blind to see it. She has a body every girl wants. She has so much natural beauty, girls envy her. Everyone is beautiful.... but Katie is drop dead gorgeous.
"Do you, Niall, take Katie to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
I grin, "I do." I wet my lips before saying my vows, "Katie.... I love you. I love you more than life itself. And that's a lot coming from me," I grin playfully causing her to giggle. God, it was such a glorious sound. "I look back and realize," I pause, looking up for a moment. Soon, I return her gaze, "Before I met you, before I ever even saw you, I was okay. I wasn't great. But I was fine. I hadn't found that one person that.... I did anything to get rid of their pain even if it meant causing my own. And when I did see you, from that very second I fell in love with you. And when I lost you," I pause to take a deep breath. Her watery eyes peered up at me. A weak smile curled up on her hot pink lips. "Something happened to me. I didn't want to do anything. It felt like you had a big piece of me and... I didn't want it back. It was as if it gave me another reason to go back to you even though I knew that I couldn't.... When you weren't there, I didn't know what to do. I was suppose to get over you while you were suppose to move on. But I didn't get over you... And I never will. I love you, Katie. I'll never let you go. I'm not letting you slip through my fingers this time. And I promise to love you and cherish you more and more every day. I promise to love you through sickness and health. When times get rough. For rich or for poor. Through all of the stupid fights we have- which, 95% of them are over complete, illiterate nonsense just used to start a fight," I chuckle. She giggled in agreement. Honestly, we do fight for no reason a lot. "I can honestly say that you are the absolute only person I will ever want to spend my life with, now and forever." I bite my lip, gazing deeply into her eyes. "And I can't even BEGIN to explain how amazing it feels that you agreed- or are going to agree, hopefully- to marry me and that we're going spend the rest of eternity together." I run my thumb over the back of her warm palms in my hands.
"Do you, Katie, take Niall to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the minister asked. He smiled at the girl that was nearly in tears.
"I do," she squeaks. Her voice was high. It cracked at the end. The guests chuckled. I smile just a little bit wider.
"Niall," she started before taking a deep breathe. "Hold on! I need a minute!" she shouted, taking her hands from mine and drawing them to her face. To cover those gorgeous hazel eyes that stole my heart. She bowed her head as the guests laughed again. Even the minister chuckled.
Eventually, she let out a deep breath, raising her head and taking my hands. "Niall," her voice was almost normal again. "I love you. You may be a big... dumb... weird inner child," I grin at her words, "but I love you. I don't know how you did it, how you ever managed to become my best friend, then make me fall completely head of heels in love with you, then get me to agree to go out with my best friend, while I was still hurting from my past but you did it. And I'm glad you did. Here I was thinking, I can't ever date another best friend, can't date Niall, and then you made me the happiest I have ever been in my entire life and I actually thought I couldn't ever do it again, no matter the circumstances. I guess... I want to thank you for never moving on after that first time I said no. I have no idea how I could have made it this far in life without you. It's like life dumps a half of a ton of crap on top of my shoulders and you're the only thing holding me together. You make everything better. And now, I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you and I can honestly that... that makes me completely ecstatic. Knowing I get to wake up to that face every morning from here on out. I love you, Niall. And I'll be damned if I'll ever let you go again," she grinned playfully all of a sudden, "whether you want to stay or not," she teased causing a laugh to pass my lips. The guests found her joke amusing. I begin to shake my head as I smile.
"I won't," I whisper to her.
"Where are the rings?" the minister asks. They're handed to us. "Katie," he began, "Say, 'With this ring, I be-wed," he told her. She looked at my hand as she repeated his words, slipping the ring on my finger. He told me to do the same.
I took her left hand, placing it at the tip of her ring finger, past her fingernail before I look up at her to find her gaze. I push the ring on the rest of the way. The stare between us was intense.
"I now pronounce you man, and wife. You may kiss the bride."
I don't know why, but that triggered something in my bones. I sprung forward, grabbing her waist and pulling her close. My lips met hers anxiously. The guests clapped. The best men whooped. The bridesmaids congratulated us.
She's my wife now. That made me indescribably ecstatic.
She smiled against my mouth, taking her time to lace her arms around my neck.
*
~Katie's P.O.V.~
I look around The Rainbow Room. Soft music played as the guests chatted amongst themselves. Caroline did a wonderful job on putting this wedding together.
My finger traces the rim of my champagne glass. A smile took up my face.
A hand entwined with mine underneath the table snapping me out of my gaze. I look over at Niall to see a heartwarming smile. "Penny for your thoughts? Couldn't help but notice you zoned out?"
"I'm just thinking."
"'Bout?"
I grin, turning towards him in my chair.
"I'm your wife now. You're my husband. We're leaving for our honeymoon in five hours. I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you and start a family with you," I say making his eyes twinkle in excitment. "THIS IS FUCKING FANTASTIC!" I whisper shout causing him to laugh. An idea pops into my head. "Hey," I begin, "let's sneak away. For a quickie," I whisper in his ear causing him to burst out laughing.
"Oh my God!"
"C'mon, you're killing me in that tux," I laugh softly, grasping my glass before bringing it up to my lips to take a sip.
Then, everyone began to ding their forks against their glasses. I look up to the stage thinking, "The best men have already said their speeches," then I see Brian standing up there in a tuxedo, holding a champagne glass.
"Oh no," I whisper, covering my mouth. "Shit." I swear to God if he embarrasses me, Lord you'll have to give me all the strength you have.
"For all you who don't know me," he smiles, "I'm Brian. I'm... I guess you could say, I'm like Katie's brother. I've known her since her eighth birthday. Her father had invited me, as I was working with him. He was the head chef at a restaurant where they felt sorry enough to hire me as a trainee chef," he laughed. "Let me tell you, it's hard to get a job as an awkward seventeen year old boy," the guests laugh while I continue to blush.
Niall pried my hands from my face and whispered that it would be okay before entwining our fingers.
"I've been with Katie through some of the hardest times of both her and her families lives. I'm so glad that they welcomed me into their family. But Katie... knowing your father. He didn't approve any of the boys he met, whether they were just your friend or your boyfriend... he hated thinking that you were growing up. It took a lot for those boys to be approved of just being around you. You were his baby girl. He always talked about you as if you were an angel sent from heaven. And after Steph passed.... he was afraid he was going to lose you.
"Katie, he was such a protective father, and you know that. Nine out of ten of the most respectable, responsible men on Earth wouldn't have passed his test. But Niall's a good guy.
"No, he may not be the smartest or the classiest or," he chuckles, "the coolest-"
"Hey! What'd I ever do to you?" Niall whined causing the guests and I to laugh. His cheeks were red. I giggle and kiss his cheek causing him to smile at me.
"My point is... Niall's not perfect. That's why you fell in love with him. But to your father... He treats you like a queen. He comforts you when you cry. He'd never cheat on you, never hit you. He's been through hell and back through that very complicated relationship of yours. He stayed with you all of those times you pestered the hell out of him, just because he loves you. He doesn't do drugs. He doesn't have a criminal record. He doesn't smoke. He doesn't mistreat you. That's your father's perspective of the perfect man for you. And I knew, that if your father was here today," he lets out a deep breath before smiling once more, "he'd say that you picked a good man. Hell, Niall'd probably be the only man on the face of the Earth that he'd approve of but.... he'd approve of him. So I want to raise my glass," he grinned, holding the glass up, "to Katie and Niall on their special day. You really did pick a good man, Katie."
"AW! You're so sweet," I shout, standing up and taking a sip. "And I would also like to thank you for saying that I'm an idiot."
The guests laugh. Niall was dying beside me. "What?! How did you get that from what I said?!" Brian screeched.
"You said, 'picked him.' I would NOT have married him if I thought he was some inconsiderate jack ass. Hell no. When I said yes, there was no picking," I state, reaching over for the champagne bottle before I stop. "Wait, this is an open bar, right?" I ask Avery who sat beside me.
"Yeah," she laughs.
I grin widely, setting the glass down. I lift my dress up, walking across the room. I stop as everyone stares at me.
"What? Can't a married woman have one whiskey and a water on her wedding day?" They laugh, amused at my face. "That's what I thought." I retrieve my drinks and a beer before going back to my seat. I wave the beer in front of Niall's face before a thought came to mind.
"Damn, I'm already getting beers for him. I thought we'd at least have a few more years before that happened," I sigh causing the table to laugh.
"Thank you, baby," he coos with a childish smile. He took it in one hand and popped the top off with the other. Damn, he's strong.
He leaned over to give me a kiss before taking a sip.
The guests chatted. I sneak peeks at Niall as he spoke to Greg, laughing.
***
"And now it is time for the groom and the bride's first dance as man and wife," Caroline chuckles into the microphone.
I grin to myself, as Niall held his palm out to me taking a bow. "M'lady." Once I placed mine in his, he kissed the back of it. I allowed him to lead me out to have I first dance together.