Harry; 

        "Man, I'm shitting bricks." Louis breathed heavily, leaning against the wall with his hands pressed to the surface above his head. His skin paled and he looked like at any moment, his breakfast would reverse the process of his metabolism. 

        Niall snorted. "Maybe you wouldn't be if I was the best man." 

        Our eyes all peered up at Niall with bashful glares. The blonde raised his hands in the air in defense, widening his eyes in annoyance and making a face. I turned to Louis and placed my hand on his back. 

        "You'll be fine, mate. She'll say yes, you'll say yes, and then the reception. We can all get wasted and then regret it when all the videos of our dancing are on Facebook the next morning." I tried to comfort him in a good way, but it obviously didn't do much for him by the way he glanced up at me.

        He huffed. "You think this is easy?" 

        "I'm not saying it is." I slowly replied, trying to watch my words because the way his blue eyes stared into the darkest segments of my soul was becoming really fucking scary. Niall giggled when I slowly removed my hand from Louis's back and let it drop to my side.

        "Well it fucking isn't!" Louis shouted.

        "I can only imagine," Niall added with a sigh, "He's giving up billions of other tits. Like he's going to have to get used to only two for the rest of his life." 

        "Niall, what the actual fuck are you saying right now? Shut up, you're not being any help," I narrowed my eyes at him when he cheekily smirked. "Hey, the cheeky thing is mine. Not yours." 

        "That's right. Being hot is my thing." 

        "Oh shut up, you bucket of cat piss." 

        "Okay, Harold, let's just talk about how you fell face first into my crotch the other day. Oh, accidentally!" He air quoted the last word.

        "I rather eat my own dick than let gravity ever force me upon such tiny little thing you call your penis, Niall, I mean --" 

        Louis groaned and began to slowly tap his head to the wall. "Both of you shut up, or I'll puke and piss all over your faces." 

        "Wow, you are all very graphic this lovely morning," Zayn said suddenly, entering the room with his own tux on. He had on black everything; button-up, pants, and blazer. He hadn't shaved, probably deciding to grow his beard because I had to sit through a conversation where Emily complimented how much she loves his beard and the feeling of it. 

           Niall rolled his eyes at the appearance of Zayn. He was said to only be invited because Emily was coming, but I know it was more than just that. I can see Louis and Zayn becoming really good friends because they're alike to each other in many ways. It's funny, though, because Louis trash talked Zayn for days after the incident at my house. 

        "This conversation had absolutely nothing to do with you," Niall scowled, crossing his arms over his chest like a child. 

        Zayn, only glancing at Niall, gazed at Louis. He patted his shoulder and sighed. "It's almost time."

        Louis looked up, eyes wide as he gazed around. "Anyone else just feel the temperature in here rise from the pits of Hell?"

        "No, but I did see Zayn walk in." Niall murmured.

        "Niall, I have no issue kicking your pale ass," Zayn laughed bitterly. 

        As the arguing began again, I saw Louis clearly become frustrated as he leaned back into the wall. He really did look like he was nearly going to pass out. I bit the inside of my cheek before shouting at the bickering idiots in front of me. "Hey! Hey!" They silenced. "I don't think arguing is going to solve anything."

        "No shit," Niall snarled. "It's the complete opposite." 

        "Exactly, smart ass. Therefore, don't fucking do it. We'll end up killing Louis in the process," I informed them, motioning to a ill-looking Louis. 

        At that second, Louis's mother burst in along with much of his family, urging us all to get ready because the ceremony is approaching. Louis fumbled and groaned in anxiety, receiving plenty of laughs and smiles from his family. 

        We walked to the yard, where many of Marisol's guests and Louis's were already situated. I spent three days on this shit with my mother, Serenity, and Marisol while Louis and Niall claimed to be busy planning the meal courses. The more time that passed by, the more fidgety and alert Louis became. I stood next to him at the alter Niall scrolling through his phone beside me as well. He clearly was fed up with listening Louis doubt himself. 

        "What if she says no?" He breathed out shakily. "What if...what if she totally regrets even agreeing to marry me, man. I'd kill myself."

        I refrained from rolling my eyes. "She loves you, Louis. Now you're going to man the fuck up and marry her and have six children." 

        "Six!?" Louis stared in horror. "Did she mention she wanted six!?" 

        Snorting, I shook my head. "No, idiot. I'm not being literal." 

        At that moment, Louis's family burst through the doors in a rush to get everyone in their places. This is it, I thought to myself. One of my closest friends is about to get married. I stood there between Niall and Louis with a smile on my face. 

        The blonde excitedly pointed out all his possible next wives in the crowd while I gazed over at the beautiful girl a few feet across from me.

        She held Marisol's white gown down the aisle we made with everyone's eyes glued to the gorgeous  bride. And I stared at Serenity, unable to decipher how I managed to convince her to give me a chance with all my bullshit in the way.

        Belle skipped happily down the aisle, throwing around the pedals. She wore a cute little light purple dress with her favorite princess frown on her styled hair.

        Nonetheless, I turned to the ceremony that now began. By the end, nearly half of the people here were in tears of joy. The simple yes that came from both mouths made the nightmare Louis dreamt of go away, and made it to be a successful wedding.

        Overly excited, Louis picked Marisol up off the floor and carried her down the aisle towards their table. The crowds of people laughed or smiled in happiness. She shrieked out of humor, hugging herself closer to her newly husband. 

        Belle jumped up and down excitedly by Serenity, shrieking, "I got to throw the flowers!" 

        As everyone started to go towards the tables for a toast, I began to make my way towards my girlfriend and Belle. Serenity bent down and picked up Belle in her arms. 

        "I know!" She gushed. "You look so pretty, Bells." 

        The little girl kicked her legs excitedly and giggled. "Thank you!" 

        "You both look absolutely gorgeous," I commented, getting both of their attention. 

        Serenity shot me a wink as Belle shrieked my name and demanded me to carry her with arms stretched. I laughed at her attitude and reached for her. I placed a kiss on her cheek as she wrapped her arms around my neck. 

        I looked back at Serenity. Her eyes locked with mine, and I quickly leaned to kiss her lips. "It finally happened," I said to her while we walked towards everyone else. 

        "I know. They deserve it. By the way, this came out so great." Serenity sighed. "Lot's and lot's of work, but definitely worth it." 

        "Kind of like our bipolar relationship." I joked. 

        She glanced at me with an amused grin. "Maybe we need couple's therapy." 

        "Maybe." 

        Niall was the first to make a toast. He stood on a chair and swore at Zayn -- declaring that if he injures himself it won't be because of his idiocy, but because of Zayn.

        "I'm not good at making toasts," Niall began with a grin. "But, I just want to congratulate my man Louis and his beautiful wife Marisol. Mr. and Mrs. Tomlinson, finally. I remember sitting down with Louis, watching a football match, and he'd ask for advice about what to text her. I'm not very smooth with the ladies, so my advice was shit," the crowd laughed. "But it just goes to show that she fell in love with him and his stupid antics. I honestly can't imagine him being with anyone else. It wouldn't feel the same. So, congrats Lulu," he ended, making Louis scoff and laugh at the nickname. 

        The rest of us cheered and whooped for the next person. Clary. 

        Clary stood up on her feet, unlike Niall who had stood on a chair. She raised her glass and said, "Cheers to a long, happy marriage. I actually never thought I'd admit it, but I wish to one day find someone and be at least half as perfect as you two. Congratulations Marisol and Lulu." 

        When my turn arrived, I felt nervous. I didn't want to say anything to screw up the great row of speeches we've heard today. With everyone silent and their eyes glued to me, I picked up my glass and stood. I gulped and decided to go with it. 

        "Congrats, Louis and Marisol. I'm happy to be here and witness one of the biggest days for one of my best friends. I'm usually very quick to the point, so I'll just say it. I've never had many people really care about me or bother to get to know me. I didn't always have someone pushing me to do my best or someone that would be there if I ever lost it. Until I met all of you. I ran into Louis again at the grocery store and met his wonderful fiance, now wife. I...I'm glad to be able to say that I have your friendships and your support. So, thank you. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Tomlinson." I finished with a breath. 

        Louis stood and stunned me with an abrupt embrace. The crowd hollered and cheered. I was surprised to see Niall, Zayn, Clary, Emily, and Serenity all join the somewhat cheesy group hug. I chuckled when Niall cried out, "Someone just squeezed my ass!" 

        "Sorry, force of habit!" Clary shouted back. 

        note// can we please discuss Stockholm Syndrome. 

        it's the best song One Direction has written in my opinion. it's like my entire life rn. and if you really listen to the lyrics, they're really hysterical. 

        Stockholm Syndrome is a psychological term in which a person does something horrible to you, but you feel sympathy and empathy for that person anyway. 

        so the literal translation is some girl probably kidnapped them and they still want to be with her and feel something for her tho the popo are probably looking for them. 

        or it could actually mean the "horrible" thing that happened was that they fell really hard for the girl and now they can't leave her

        "i know they will be coming to find me soon" - Zayn 

        Lol, the only bitch here that kidnapped ya'll is me and they ain't gonna come Zayn.