"You Can Never Let Me Down Becuase You're... You!" - Niall Horan

You looked at your phone once again, for what seemed like the 100th time in the past two hours. No calls, no texts, no voicemails, nothing. You called him again and again but he always failed to pick up. You groaned, placing your head in your hands, close to tears. It felt like you were alone in this whole process and the stress was getting to you. You felt exhausted and completely drained. You didn't think it would be this exhausting to plan a wedding but then again, you always pictured Niall right next to you every step of the way to help you plan your special day, but in reality he never was. "Shall we proceed?" The woman asked in a pitiful voice, looking at you sadly. "Of course" you countered, standing up, offering her a light smile. "I'm sorry" she mumbled at the disappointment that your fiancé was a no show. "It's fine" you said, feeling the tears prick your eyes. "I'm sure he's very busy. I mean he is 1/5 of the biggest boyband in music history" she explained, trying to lift your spirits. You just nodded in return, afraid that if you try to to speak one word, you'll burst.

You tried about 15 different samples and you couldn't pick the one you wanted so you called your best friend who immediately agreed to come help you out. Unlike your tardy boyfriend, she was there within ten minutes flat and tried every cake with you helping you pick. "I'll have the red velvet with buttercream filling" you finally settled, your best friend nodding behind you in agreement. "How many guests are invited?" She asked, scribbling on her black leather diary. "About 350-400 guests" you replied. You hugged her lightly, thanking her for everything she had done, being your wedding planner. She had done a great job with planning the wedding, arranging every little detail. She had taken Niall's place in the whole wedding planning process and you owed everything to her. "Thanks for coming last minute babe, I owe you big time" you thanked, hugging your best friend tightly. "No problem. I better get going, my shift starts in an hour. Call me if you need anything else" she smiled, squeezing you once again. You got into your car and drove home, your foul mood getting more and more heated, ready to give Niall a piece of your mind.

You walked into you house, banging the door with force, making a loud noise echo throughout the whole house, breaking him out of his slumber. He sat up from the bed, stretching his arms, looking at the time, pulling on baggy sweats, staying shirtless like he usually did. He ran down the stairs to greet you at the door. "Hey babe" he smiled, leaning in to peck your lips but you moved out of the way, heading into the kitchen, not returning a single glance. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he stared at you as you walked away, raking his brain with thought of what had made you this mad. He couldn't come up what anything so he followed you into the kitchen. He saw you bring out the cookies and milk, something you ate when you were enraged, and most of the time it was Niall who made you angry. "Uh Oh" he mumbled. "What'd I do now?" He asked. You gave him a look that said 'BEWARE'. "Really Ni?" You spat annoyed at his attitude."Really? Does March 23rd, 10:00AM ring a bell?" You asked. "Should it?" He asked, making you scream out in anger. "You know what Ni. Forget it. Hope you enjoy red velvet" you said, nudging his shoulder as you headed upstairs to change, locking the door behind you. "Shit" he cursed, slapping his forehead in defeat.

You headed downstairs and sat on the couch by Niall, who had a worried and sad expression on his face. As he felt the couch cushion dip beside him, he instantly started to trace shapes with his fingers on your bare thigh, deep in thought, almost like a habit nowadays. "I'm really sorry" he admitted, looking you into your eyes. "Are you even serious about this Niall. Do you even care?" You asked. "Serious about what?" he said, focusing on the shape he was drawing. "About us Niall. You asked me to marry you six months ago and we've been drifting apart since. I'm the only one putting in the effort to make this day special for us both and you haven't done anything to help me out. You haven't picked a best man, you haven't been to any of the appointments, you haven't written a single vow in the book the priest gave us. You flaking on cake tasting today was the last straw. I feel like you don't even want to marry me anymore Ni" you sighed, as a tear rolled down your cheek. Seeing this, Niall instantly brought you into his lap. "Please baby, don't cry" he urged. He wasn't regretting his decision of proposing, he was just very scared. "Molly, please listen to me. The truth is I'm scared shitless. You have no idea how much I want to marry you Molly. That's all I ever wanted to do. I'm just scared of disappointing you. I don't want to be the reason that you're heartbroken and lonely all the time" he confessed. "I don't understand..." you whimpered, as he gently kissed away your tears.

"Molly... You deserve a husband that's always there for you, that'll always be by your side; and if I'm touring all the time, I won't be able to do that. I don't want you to marry me and then be disappointed because I'm not there, making you regret your decision....I don't want to be a disappointment...I don't want you to regret me..." he whispered this last bit, just loud enough for you to hear. "Niall, please! I don't care if you're not there to hold my hand every second of every day, all I want is you!" You said, grabbing his hand. "Please, don't feel insecure about this. You won't be a disappointment; the last thing you could do is disappoint me. I won't be heartbroken or lonely or any of that because I know that you'll always come back to me. I love you, Niall James Horan and if I thought otherwise, I would have never had said 'yes' to you in the first place" you finished, giving his hand a squeeze. He smiled that warm smile, as he gently placed his lips on yours, just like he did on your wedding day, the happiest day of both your lives.