Harry stood in his tux alone, his black dress shoes pressed together on the carpet of the art room. He stared at the pictures on the walls, smiling at the one of himself that Zayn drew with his special charcoal pencils. Then there was a knock on the door, and Louis walked in wearing a smile and a suit and tie.
"Why can't I see Zayn?" Harry asked as soon as Louis was inside. Louis chuckled at the cute and pouting curly hair boy.
"On your wedding day, you aren't supposed to see each other until the ceremony," Louis explained, walking up to Harry and pushing his now hair to the side, and making sure that it was styles perfectly. "And then, when you finally see each other, you get all happy because of how handsome you both look,"
"Oh," Harry said in understanding, "So I get to see him soon?"
"Of course, hun," Louis said, fixing Harry's bowtie, "Now, Liam will be in to check on you in a few minutes. I'm going to make sure Niall is ready. I tell you Harry, that boy takes longer getting ready in the morning than a girl,"
Harry giggled and nodded gleefully as Louis turned and left the room.
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"I'm freaking out, Liam!" Zayn said miserably, straightening out his tightly fitted suit.
"Take deep breaths," Liam soothed, "Harry loves you. Everything is going to be perfect,"
"What if he doesn't understand what this actually means? What if he doesn't understand that this means we'll be together forever? What if he doesn't actually want this, but he thinks he does because he's so naïve?" Zayn panicked, biting his lip.
"Zayn, don't think like that," Liam scolded, "Harry loves you more than anything in the whole world. I'm sure of that. Every time we talk you are the topic, okay? There is no one else he would rather be with,"
Zayn nodded and ran his hands through his dark hair, his body shaking and starting to sweat. Suddenly Louis barged into the room and gave Zayn a chastising look.
"No sweating in the suit, Mister!" Louis said, taking a towel to Zayn's forehead, "And calm down a bit, God, you are going to get up to the alter and pass out if you keep this up. And trust me, you don't want to faint until you see Harry. He looks fucking hot,"
"Watch it," Zayn growled, "That my fiancé,"
"What? I'm just being honest. You are going to freak when you see him in that freaking tux and bowtie, just...damn," Louis finished in a daze, shaking his head.
"Hey!" Niall barged in, "Were you talking about me, Lou?"
Louis chuckled at Niall who was now standing next to him, dressed up with a red bowtie.
"Yes, of course I was talking about you," Louis chuckled, kissing Niall on the cheek, "Alright, show time in five minutes. Hope you are ready, Zayn,"
"Yeah, me too," Zayn took a final deep breath before walking out of the door to finally become one with the man he loves.
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The music played softly in the background, all of the family and friends sitting in white wooden chairs. Jay and Maura sat front row with Niall and Mrs. Payne, all of them eagerly waiting for the ceremony to actually begin. That's when Zayn appeared at the altar, his body still shaking as he tried to calm down. Jay flashed him a reassuring smile.
The music played louder and every looked down the aisle that was set up in the grass. Phoebe and Daisy giggled, walking into the aisle and taking turns throwing red rose petals all over the grass. Zayn smiled at them fondly, trying to distract himself from all the emotions he was feeling.
Next came Louis-Zayn's best man-walking Felicite down the aisle.
And finally, Harry, who was being escorted by Liam- Harry's best man. Zayn's heart practically jumped out of his chest. Harry did look good. Really good. Everything about him. Zayn bit his lip to stop himself from crying because this was all just too perfect.
"Hi Zaynie," Harry giggled when Liam placed him at his spot by Zayn.
"Shh, charming," Zayn smiled, rubbing Harry's arm gently.
The ceremony proceeded just like it was supposed to; they said their vows, Liam helping Harry through his-they had written them together. And Zayn began to cry. Because this was all just so fucking amazing he couldn't contain himself.
"Why are you crying, Zaynie?" Harry asked, worry on his face. Everyone in the audience smiled as Harry interrupted the ceremony.
"It's okay, charming," Zayn said, tears rolling down his cheeks, "They are because I'm happy,"
"You are crying because you are happy?" Harry asked, confused.
Zayn chuckled, "Yes, now hush up, charming, let's finish this so I can kiss you,"
A small fit of laughter circled around the audience and then came the words Zayn had been waiting for through this whole thing.
"You may now kiss your husband,"
Zayn stepped forward, grabbing Harry and pressing their lips together. Harry responded with enthusiasm, and bit Zayn's lip, causing him to curse into the younger boy's mouth. When Zayn pulled away Harry gave him a pouting look, and Zayn leaned in and whispered into Harry's ear, "Not with everyone watching,"
"Fine," Harry pouted, sticking out his bottom lip. Zayn smiled and pecked Harry on the lips once more.
"I love you charming," Zayn said.
"I love you too Zaynie," Harry giggled, "Is this happily ever after?"
"Yes," Zayn began to cry again, "Our happily ever after,"
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