A/N: Dear Fam... Please... Bare with me. I need to at least finish this book so I'm going to end it with an Epilogue. Many apologies, but my heart just isn't into 5SOS as much as it was. Still mourning the loss of basically just the old them. I get it we grow up and all that but I just drifted apart from their new personalities, which is sad. I'm not going to delete this book or any of my other 5SOS books but I'm cutting them off. My bias was Luke Hemmings for many years, and I am sad to watch his change the most so This is how I wanted the ending to be. Happy Ever after with no changes to their personalities. So I'm sorry for the cringe I am about to lay down before you as I haven't written in the First-person in a very long time.... *Sips Tea*... Now without further ado:

"Hayley calm down," Lin tries to soothe me, but I just can't breathe. I'm not ready for this... "You'll be fine Hails," Lizzy strokes my back, in hopes of calming me down, which only made it worse because of the awful lace digging into my sinsitive back.

Do I really want to marry Luke... Like this... Am I sure...?

"Please don't tell me your getting cold feet NOW!" Kita basically growls at me, "You can't really just get up and leave! You have a child together! If you can't marry him for you, marry him for Luca! He needs as father, so give Luke a chance. If he screws up again, I'll de-ball him for you," Kita finishes, calming be down a bit.

"I don't wanna be like the Kardashians!" I whail again, freaking out, "Kanye always looks like he's about to either kill Kim or kill himself!" I freak out further. (A/N: Idk if that's true but just go with it, cause Kanye looks fucking done with that family.)

"No more Keeping up with the Kardashians for you little missy," Lizzy scolds, giving me a cup of water. "No! She'll ruinher lipstick! Lin exclaims and rips away my water. Kita grabs the water back from Lin and plops a straw into the glass, before handing it to me again.

"There's Paparazzi trying to get through the security," Symone says glaancing out of the window, before sighing, "Kid, what's really going on? You were so heartbroken when you heard about the bitch, and now your hesitant to marry the guy your dead set sure is your soulmate," Symone questions, taking a seat next to Kita.

"That's just the thing! I don't feel it anymore! I don't feel like he's the same person... I just... I'm not sure I'm ready for this..." I trail off, tears gathering in my eyes. 

The girls all give me withering looks, "You weren't ready to be a mom either, but now you are one. Think about your baby, if you leave your wedding now, you're not just going to look like a scared fool, but you're going to look like a bad mom. Do something we women have done for generations before us; suck it up and try your best, and maybe get some couple therapy," Kita advises me.

"Alright..." I say getting up, "Let's get this over with," I say looking at Lizzy. She grabs my veil and places it over my head neatly. I was wearing a Black wedding dress that blended into a bloody red at the bottom. 

My heels were a blood red as well, my hair was now also the color of a vibrant bloody red color, instead of the innocent white I bleached it to after the incident. My black veil adored my head. I looked like I was dressed for a funeral. My Funeral...

"Remember to smile no matter how fake it is," Lin stated, handing me my flowers. I had a boquet of black flowers, with a single red rose in the middle. This is the day the World of Rock will mourn the loss of a free spirit.

A lot of people in the world of Rock and Metal were dissapointed at the news of Hayley's engagement, saying that Luke Hemmings just didn't complement her well as a partner.

These revelutions were also where her doubts originated from. Her kind didn't except 5 Seconds of Summer ever since they gave into the mass and started making more Pop music instead of trying to become alternative as they said they would.

There was nothing wrong with that in Hayley's mind, she wasn't overly popular after the birth of her child either. She's glad that she lived up to the rock standard that her father laid out before her. She made him proud, but it didn't stop people her own age to drift off to pop music more. They were losing fans. Rock was dying out. Pop was taking over.

It was either she give in to the masses or create a new ganre of music that was unique enough to satisfy their fans rom both worlds. (A/N: Sorry I went into third-person narritive. Switching back...)

"You look beautiful," my father snapped me out of my revere. If I was getting married, I want to atleast look like me as a proof of rebelion. I'm not like everyone else. I'm me, and you can't stop me loving myself. (A/N: Sorry I had to, ARMY for life)

"Is it time?" I asks confidently, a fake smile adoring my once carefree face. It was time to grow up. I was no longer a child, for a child could never raise a child.

My father nods and takes my arm. I just now noticed that my bridesmaids have left to join the alter. I always said that I would never get married in a church, though I never thought my own fiance would persuade me otherwise, for the sake of our parents, not including my father, the athiest.

When they opened the doors, I immediatly felt out of place. I felt like a sin that was brought into the church to be excorsized. I hated churches.

From the corner of my eye I saw my grandmother nearly faint from shock. Please have a heart attack and save me the embarrassment... I can't help but want to leave. I always felt horribly uncomfortable in churches. The buzzing in my torso started acting up when I was met my the judgemental stares of my grandmother's family.

When my eyes met Luke's though, It felt like everything froze. I was sure, even positive that my legs were walking forward, somehow, but my eyes never left Luke's reasurring gaze.

The buzzing in my torso stopped, almost like a beehive being dunked into the water. I could finally breathe properly after 4-hours of non-stop panic attacks.

Maybe he was my soulmate... 

Before I knew it, I was handed over to Luke's outstretched hand, my father kissing my cheek in a way of saying goodbye. I nearly fainted... All the worries bubbled up again. I never wanted to disappoint my father, but here I am marrying a man who couldn't care less about the Rock Standard... A Joke...

Fuck what hey think though, right?! This isn't about Rock or Pop. Music will stay music, but I have only one soulmate, not to mention a child. I can't let these prejudice thoughts scare me into living in a cage I've been fighting to get out of my whole life.

So I take a deep breath. He might have changed to others, but to me, he was still my Luke. So why am I so afraid...?

I zoned out for most of the speach, but snapped back when Luke started speaking his vows: "If you grow weak, I'll be there to fight your battle for you. I'll help you with your responsibilities and make your problems my own in order to spread the weight a bit more evenly. If you have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, I'll be standing shoulder-to-shoulder with you. I will always love you..."

He placed the ring on my finger, a few tears falling down his cheeks.

I take a deep breath, fiddling with th ring in my finger, : "I'm not going to lie to you; I'm terrified. We're still so young, unsure of alot of things. My mind has been running all over the place, probably because I procrastinated long enough for all of the worry to build up in my chest. I've probably had about 5 panick attacks this morning alone, and I'm SO sorry that my vows aren't as romantic as you'rs. I just thought you aught to know, since you'll be stuck with me for a VERY long time. But while writing my vows I memorised at least one line I was sure I wanted in my vows, and that was a quote from Einstein himself, since I needed a genius's opinion; When you trip over love, it is easy to get up. But when you fall in love, it is impossible to stand again. And that's just what this is..."

I placed the ring on his finger, as he let out a breathless chuckle. "So romantic..." I hear him jab at me. Little shit. I kick his shin lightly, causing him to chuckle. Why was I so afraid...? I feel so stupid now.

"You may kiss the bride."

It was sealed.

A/N: Well Comment if you want me to add more to the Epilogue, but I felt like that was a satisfying ending, even though I kept changing from First-Person to Third-Person like an insane person... Maybe that's my narritive Insane-Person. Oh well I doubt anyone actually reads these