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"Oh my god," I hissed to Chris. "Holy shit. Holy shit-"

"Language! The flower girl is right next to you!"

Darcy, the flower girl, giggled next to me. She was only five, after all. "It's okay, mama cusses all the time in front of me."

Her mother, Louise, went wide-eyed. "What? No I do not! That's not fu- freaking true!" She cried. Darcy laughed and ran to her mother, clutching her leg and giggling. Chris looked at me.

"Dan if you don't stop sweating you're gonna drown in it before you can walk out there and marry him."

I tapped my foot anxiously. "Christopher Kendall, I am getting married! I could just die!"

"Yeah, do that when you're eighty and Phil's not attractive anymore."

I shot Louise a glare and she shrugged sheepishly.

Connor opened the door, looking me up and down. "You look great, buddy. But quit the sweating, it's gross."

Troye popped up behind him. "I second that."

Tyler appeared after them, eyes widening at the sight of me. "Woah, definitely third that."

"F-" I cut myself off, looking at Darcy, then looking back at them. "Screw you guys. It's my wedding day, what else am I supposed to do?"

"Look, you've been with Phil for three years now. He's not gonna change his mind, trust me. We just met up with him and he was just as nervous and excited as you were. I know what you're feeling though, on me and Troye's wedding day I was shitting bricks."

"Connor!" Louise groaned, annoyed.

"Mama, will I ever shit bricks?" Darcy piped in. Louise crouched down, holding in her laugh.

"If you do, we'll get medical help right away." Louis then shot Connor a threatening look, whom responded back with a sheepish grin.

He then turned back to me. "Just, don't overthink it alright? You two love each other. You've been planning this wedding for months. Everything will be fine. All your friends are out there, we're your best men, and your dad is ready to walk you down the aisle. Just wait till Phil gets out there."

Tyler cleared his throat. "Actually, he's been standing up there for at least five minutes now."

"Ty!" Troye scolded. Tyler raise up his hands in defense. I raised my eyebrows.

"What? Where's my dad? Do I look okay? Is there a chance of rain today? What about the food- is there enough? Do we have the playlist ready-"

"He's coming. You look fine. No, there's a zero percent chance of rain today. We have plenty of food. And yes, Dan, we have the CD ready and the DJ," Chris told me. I let out a breath as he pulled me into a hug.

"I'm so nervous," I breathed into his tuxedo. Connor, Tyler, and Troye lined up in front of the door.

"PJ would be proud of you," Chris smiled sadly once he pulled away, patting my shoulder. He held up my hand with my engagement ring, planting a small kiss unto it. "Make this a good day, okay?"

I nodded, and then the music started. Dad arrived and reached his arm out, intertwining arms with me. The assistants opened the doors for us and everybody rose, smiling at me. I looked down, unable to keep my grin from masking my lips. And then finally, I looked up, and locked eyes with Phil.

His eyes were watery, a huge toothy grin plastered on his face and his hands tugging at his pants nervously.

"You look amazing," he mouthed.

"So do you," I mouthed back, causing him to chuckle quietly.

Dad let go of me and gave me small wave, sitting down next to my mum. Audrey, the maid of honor, stood in her line. Troye and Connor's son, Andrew, stood with the pillow in his hands, two rings placed neatly on it.

I walked myself up to the step and stood where I was directed to, standing shakily and looking at Phil.

"We are gathered here today for the wedding of Dan Howell and Phil Lester, October twenty-fifth, twenty twenty-two. You may now speak your vows."

Everybody then sat down. I thanked him and pulled out the crumpled piece of notebook paper, taking Phil's hand in mine and letting out a breath before beginning.

"Today I choose you, Phil Lester, to be my partner-in-crime, my best friend, my other half, and my husband," I began. "Today I promise to sleep by your side, to be the joy of your heart, the food of your soul and the best person I can be for you. I promise to laugh with you when times are good, and to suffer with you when they are bad. I promise to wash away your tears with my kisses and to hold you sweetly until our days on earth are over, and even after, I will hold you then, until I can no longer feel you. I promise to be the best husband I can be, and to make you smile when you don't think you can anymore. I promise to pick you up when you fall when you are incapable of standing up yourself, to remind you how much I love you day and night, to trust you and love you with all my heart, and, until the end of existence, to be yours and only yours."

Then Phil pulled out his paper, squeezed my hand, and began.

"Dan Howell, I consider it an honour and a privilege to be the one you have chosen as your lover. I promise to be a true and faithful husband, to love you, respect you, and be honest with you always. I promise to be supportive of your goals and as you grow intellectually, emotionally and physically, I will be by your side rooting for you all the way. I promise to be a good listener and a safe confidant. You are always welcome in my innermost world, and I promise to share my goals and ideas with you. As we grow together throughout our marriage, there are no limitations on the possibilities of your relationship and I hope we never realize just how high our high can be. I promise to lift you up when you are feeling down, to turn your frowns upside-down, to be the light in your darkness, and that I will truly, crazily, and fully be in love with you every second of every day for the rest of our lives together. We've both come so far, and I am so proud of you. I believe in you, Dan, and I will be there for you always- even when there is no longer an 'always' left."

Then Andrew handed us the rings and I thanked him, ruffling his hair which caused him to let out a small giggle.

"Now you may exchange your loyalty," the priest told us.

"Dan Howell, do you consent to be my husband?"

"I do. Do you, Phil Lester, consent to be my husband?

Phil smiled warmly. "Of course I do," he giggled, causing the crowd to chuckle. "I take you as my love, and I give myself to you as your husband." He took my hands in his, slipping the ring onto my finger.

I held tears back. "I take you as my love, and I give myself to you as your husband." Then I took his finger, and slipped the gold on. We locked eyes.

"To love each other truly,"

"For better, for worse,"

"For richer, for poorer,"

"In sickness and in health,"

And then we spoke at the same time.

"Till death do us part."

I let go of his hands and he let go of mine, and we put our notes back in our pockets.

"I hearby pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss," the priest spoke.

And so we did. I took his face in my hands, and his hands met my waist, and I leaned in, and he leaned in, and I slammed my lips to his.

We pulled away for air and began walking down the steps when Phil whispered in my ear.

"You still care, right?" Phil murmured.

"Oh, shut up."

fin