It was a frantic moment in life, I wasn’t even twenty yet. Me and Marcel had only been dating for a year. But it proves how much I love him and he loves me. He turned down Olivia, that fucking sexy slut, for me. I crouched down so we where face to face and gently clutched his chin. I pulled his face closer to mine and his minty breath brushed against my cheeks.
I stoked his puckered lips with my thumb and then gently kissed them. “Yes, I’ll marry you. And there’s something else,” my voice trailed off and I sat myself cross legged on the floor. Marcel copied and pulled me towards him.
“Yes, what is it?” he seemed ecstatic as I looked down at my stomach. It was larger than the night before still; I pulled something thin out of my pocket. I showed him it, the long white stick with two red lines.
“I’m pregnant,” it was silent as Marcel examined the pregnancy test and I sat watching his watering eyes. I slid my thin arms around his bulky waist and kissed him on the lips this time with extreme passion. I was full of joy and so was he. Niall, Harry, Louis and Liam had previously been in the sitting room watching a football match but now, I didn’t care where they were. We stayed like that for a while before I finally pulled back.
“Come on. I made us breakfast but it’s probably cold and I don’t feel too well either. Shall we tell the others?” my throat felt dry so I swallowed a couple of times. Marcel held both of my hands while asking,
“Are you sure?” his voice was low passionate.
“If you wish to, then yeah, I do,” I hoped I had the same amount of passion coming out of my mouth. Without answering Marcel got onto two feet and stood up. I copied his actions and followed him down the stairs. The boys had eaten what looked like the breakfast I had made for Marcel. They were sitting around the table picking at the left over’s.
“See you ate our food,” I raised my eyebrow and looked at Niall. He caught me looking and grinned.
“You’ll forgive me later,” he sounded certain and I knew I would. He was too adorable to keep a grudge on. I looked around and Harry was staring at me, as if expecting news, as if reading my mind.
“Any way, we got some news. How do I say this in an none cheesy way?” I rested my head in one of my hands for a second before mumbling, ‘just say it.’
“Okay, me and Ellie are…getting married,” the boys glanced at each other and Louis gave Niall a hand full of cash. “You bet on us? Never mind,”
“Cool,” Zayn was suddenly in the door way with Penelope under his arm. She was smirking at me like I had just done the thing that made her envious. Then it was my turn to speak.
“That’s not all…I’m pregnant!” my voice sounded a bit hyper yet that soon faded when Niall gave the money back to Louis and murmured ‘damn,’ under his breath.
“More betting?” I tilted my head back and let out a rusty groan. Marcel snaked one arm around my shoulder and forced me closer to him. He kissed my head gently and let go. The boys were now all in their own conversation leaving me and Penelope to talk.
“So, show me the ring!” I held my left hand up to her face and she gasped in delight, “OMG, its beautiful! Hey, I’m expecting to be bride’s maid!” she puckered her lips and then I nodded.
“Yeah, you and Amelia are going to be. My mum is going to walk me down the aisle; I don’t know who Marcel’s best man is going to be. I’m not having any maid of honors ‘cos their stupid!”
“Look at you, planning already! Bet you’re excited!” Niall had come over to join us and heard what I’d said. I smiled at him and gave him a hug-tightly.
“Yeah I am, so excited! I need to call my mum and that lot. She doesn’t know about the wedding yet. I think she knows about Marcel though…” I automatically turned and walked to the phone. Without thinking I typed in her number and it began to ring.
“Ellie?” she answered after the third ring.
“Hi mum, I just wanted to ask you something,” I didn’t know what I was going to say or what her reply would be.
“Sure anything sweetie!” she sounded chuffed that I wasn’t on the phone to complain.
“I have quite a few things to say. Err firstly, I’m pregnant. Seconds I’m engaged so thirdly so you wanna walk me down the aisle?”
“Oh darling, of course! Yes I’ll be honored! And pregnant too, my, my have you been busy. Please tell me it’s with that lovely lad Marcel!”
“Oh, yes mum it is. Okay well I have a lot of planning. Pick out a nice dress and I’ll see you at the wedding,” I sighed and said goodbye before hanging up the phone and walking back into the kitchen. I tugged at my violet crop-sleeved shirt before wiping water from my fore head. I felt boiling even though I was wearing small denim shorts. Maybe I needed to sit down so I poured myself a cool glass of water and walked into the sitting room. My grey laptop was calling my name so I picked it up and placed it on my lap. I would start doing the wedding plans then.
I typed in ‘Weddingshop.co.uk’ and registered. I searched through their dress designs and found the perfect one. Two-hundred and fifty-five pounds but it was glorious. Designed from lace with a white silk under coat. It came with a lace veil that was attached with a clip to be ‘clipped’ to your hair. Next I found some shoes. They where ankle high in lace with open toe. The heel was coated in silk and didn’t look too high. Lace squares all around the actual foot and then flowers above the silky squares. One hundred pounds added to the list. I would be allowing the brides maid to pick their own dresses.
“Penelope! Get my phone please and get in here!” I bellowed and waited for her to walk through the door. Five minutes later she did and I thanked her and told her to sit down. I scrolled through my contacts until I found Amelia and called her.
“Hey can you come ‘round? Got some news and that stuff!” I asked and when she replied with ‘sure!’ I hung up and pointed to my computer. “Three hundred and fifty five quid for both. Look,” I showed her the wedding dress and she covered her open mouth. Then I showed her the shoes I had picked and a tiny gasp escaped her lips.
“God Ellie, I’m so jealous! Zayn better propose to me soon! Oh by the way Harry is the best man for the wedding. Going to be a little scary huh?” she chortled and a little knock touched the front door.
“Just a little concern about the new hairstyle I’m gonna have, you know Miley Cyrus, that’s how I’m gonna have it cut.” I replied while walking to the front door and unlocking it. “Hey Amelia, god you’re gonna have to sit down, ‘cos this stuff is big.” Her brows stitched themselves together before she walked into the room where Penelope was sitting.
“Hi Penny,” she waved a little before placing herself on the opposite end of the settee. “So what’s this big news thing?”
“I’m just going to come out with it okay? Basically I’m pregnant and engaged and want you to be one of my brides maids what do you say?” I blurted it out before I knew what I was saying. She stared at me in horror, then sock and finally awe.
“Yeah, okay, err I might need a glass of water or something…” I shook my head and pointed to the laptop. She ‘wiggled’ the mouse and took a peak at my wedding dress and foot wear. She smiled a toothy grin and gave me a hug. “Congrats Ellebell! Oh god I’m so happy for you! So who is the lucky man?”
“Haven’t you met him? His name is Marcel; he’s got a twin bro called Harry and hers another long story…” I explained about my being nonhuman and all of the others, “here, come and meet them. By the way the blonde one and harry are dating. Both of the brown haired ones are dating and the one with darker skin is with Penelope.” Amelia sighed and took my hand which I had held out for her. I opened the kitchen door and walked up to Marcel.
“Hey babe, who’s that?” he asked into my ear before giving me a kiss on the cheek.
“That’s my friend Amelia, one of my bride’s maids. She knows everything otherwise she would have run away by now.” I replied quietly for everyone else was talking. Penelope had found Zayn and she was blushing a deep red while Amelia stood looking embarrassed. I waved her over with my hand and she dodged all of the people crowding around the box room kitchen.
“Amelia this is my soon to be husband Marcel.” I gestured toward the lad with no top on. I forgot about that for I was so used to it.
“Hi! So I hear you got her knocked up!” she grinned at me but I soon incinerated it when I elbowed her in the stomach.
“Shut up!” I hissed at her before she began to grin again. “Hey why don’t I go introduce you to the others while Marcel goes and sorts out his tux and stuff for the wedding, now please,” I shoved him into the direction of the door he waved his hands in surrendance.
Liam and Louis seemed like they felt awkward so I walked over towards them first. Liam grinned at Amelia when she spoke instead of me. “A woman of confidence I see,” he pouted his lips when Louis shot him a glare.
“Confident enough to ask if you two are dating,” she replied which made them both blush, “Take that as a yes then,” she whispered and patted them on the head before turning and walking towards the other couple. I allowed her to do what she pleased while I rattled my brain for a wedding song.
“Got any ideas for a song to the wedding?” I asked the two boys sitting on the counter.
“What about ‘Chasing cars’ by Snow Patrol?” Liam requested and I remembered what I’d promised myself when I was younger.
“That’s perfect! You genius!” I kissed him on his forehead and ran into the room that had Marcel looking confused. “What’s up?” I asked the poor male.
“Nothing, trying to think if songs and stuff.” He replied and I felt over the moon.
“You’re in luck! I, well Liam did, though of a song. How about ‘Chasing cars by Snow patrol?” I had quoted Liam’s words just for the fun of it.
“Oh god I love that song!” I knew it. No, I didn’t but my heart was racing fast and I needed a distraction.
“Hold on a second, Hi Stacey! Can you do me a favor and be ‘round here in ten minutes? Thanks!” I spoke into the cell phone. “So, looks like my hair is getting cut today.” Marcel was looking at me with high suspicion. I shrugged my shoulders and began to comb my hair with difficulty. A loud knock hit the door and I opened it to reveal Stacey my hairdresser.
“Hi so what style is it this…year?” she asked as I took her upstairs and into my bathroom.
“It’s about time I asked you if I can shave my hair,” I replied and she sighed and nodded. “Right so you know how Miley Cyrus has it, like that but I want minty blue highlights please!” she ‘face palmed’ and brought out the razor from her work box.
“Your choice, I shouldn’t care as long as I get paid.” she muttered before switching it on and beginning.
Once the shaving was done she gave my hair a quick wash, using shampoo and conditioner. She then styled it and taught me how to comb it back without it a falling down. Then she sat me down again and placed the highlights in. “These are permanent so they should never come out unless you want me to take them out. Okay?” she warned as I stood up and shook the hair off of my clothes.
“Yeah, yeah. Thanks again. Feel free to go down stairs and help yourself to something to bite. I’m just going to change clothes.” She nodded in understanding that I would pay her once I was dressed. I opened my closet and picked out cropped jeans with a brown leaf on the side and a white long sleeved shirt which I rolled the sleeves up. I traced my lips with some shining gloss and placed a small amount of eyeliner and mascara on.
When I felt presentable I walked down the stairs and awaited the response.
~Marcel’s pov, the wedding day~
People began to walk through the door and greet me, complimenting on how wonderful everything looked. My heart was pounding as the music began to start to show the wedding was going to start any minute. Harry patted me on the shoulder and I looked at him. It must have been obvious how worried I was for he looked taken aback. “Don’t worry bro, she’ll come. She loves you besides I saw her in her dress earlier. Just a couple minutes,” his word weren’t helping at all for my heart began to thump harder. Then the music began to play as Penelope and Amelia walked up the aisle in matching minty blue knee length dresses. They held a bunch of daisies and lilies and roses while walking to the beat. A couple seconds after I saw Ellie’s mother and then the beginning of her dress.
It was beautiful all white and long, trailing about ten centimeters after her. Her veil tucked behind her hair which now was short. Her face was shaky and the white roses she grasped shook furiously. Ellie’s eyes trailed the floor, and then the crowd before looking at mine. I thought I saw her sigh and her body loosen. She couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at her lips revealing her beautiful teeth and stretching her glossy lips. I sang along to the song in my head for the church hall was long.
We’ll do it all, everything, on our own. We don’t need anything or anyone. If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me, and just forget the world? I don’t quite know how to say how I feel. Those three words are said too much, they’re not enough. If I lay here, if I just lay her, would you like with me and just forget the world? Forget what we’re told, before we get too old; show me a garden that’s bursting into life. Let’s waste time, chasing cars, around our heads. I need your grace, to remind me, to find my own. If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you like with me and just forget the world? Forget what we’re told, before we get too old; show me a garden that’s bursting into life. All that I am, all that I ever was, is here in your perfect eyes; they’re all I can see. I don’t know where, confused about how as well. Just know that these things will never change for us at all. If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?By time the song was finished Ellie was standing right in front of me, eyes watering.
“We are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage of Ellie Goodson and Marcel Styles, Ellie please repeat after me. I, Ellie, take you Marcel,” spoke the priest.
“I, Ellie, take you Marcel,” she repeated.
“To be my lawfully wedded husband,” he continued in a formal voice.
“To be my lawfully wedded husband.”
“To have and to hold.”
“To have and to hold.”
“From this day forward.”
“From this day forward.”
“Until death do us part.” He finished.
“Until death do us part,” she smiled at me and closed her eyes, causing them to spill over.
“Marcel, please, repeat after me, I Marcel take you Ellie.” He carried on although Ellie had begun to cry a bit. I said what I needed and then it was that question time.
“Does anyone have any ejections to make before we continue?” it was silent for a couple of seconds before he nodded.
“Do you Ellie take Marcel to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love, honor and cherish him throughout your lives? Do you promise to respect, keep and comfort him throughout sickness and in health? Do you promise to share your joys and sorrows, and forsaking all others, to be faithful to him alone?”
“I…do,” she answered and looked at me with hope. The priest asked me the same stuff and I replied, “I do,” before he announced that I may kiss the bride.