”Black, dark grey, light grey and then crème,” Elie commanded at the church as we were about to get ready for the ceremony. “Line up girls.”

The order of the bridesmaids were done according to the colors of our dresses, so that they led up to Eleanor’s white one. It was going to look so beautiful, I was completely sure about that. I was just scared as hell at the thought of me walking down that isle first. Damn.

“Are you ready?” I spoke quietly to Eleanor for the last time, before we would begin.

“Yes,” she smiled as the tears kept reappearing in her eyes.

“I love you,” I told her and gave her a tight hug, for maybe the hundredth time that day. She just nodded, I don’t think she was capable of speaking much more, or else she would break completely down and cry. As Aida and Elie were correcting the long fabric on her dress, I got ready right in front of the door.

This was it.


“Okay, are we ready?” the woman at the door spoke in to some kind of microphone at the collar of her black blazer. I assumed she must be the wedding planner that had been helping out Eleanor and Louis with everything. "We’re ready,” she then nodded towards us and I quickly turned around to send a wide smile down the row of hot looking bridesmaids waiting to walk after me.

Then I heard the big wooden doors open behind me and I turned back around, just as the organs began playing. For one second I was about to just begin walking, but then I quickly remembered the slow walk that we’d been taught to do; One step forward, then pause. Next step forward, pause again.
Which was only going to make this trip a lot longer than normal. I guess, I might as well just get used to the fact that everybody was staring at me, and enjoy it.

The church was huge. And completely packed with people now standing up from the many benches on each side of the isle that I began walking down now. I felt my palms begin to sweat against the bucket of white roses that I was holding in my hands, I felt the blood rush straight to my cheeks and I took a couple of deep breaths to cope with all the sudden, and very intense attention.
At first I couldn’t see anything but the people on the benches, but as I got closer to the altar I could start to see the priest and the brown haired boy standing at the right side of him. I smiled widely and as assuring as I could manage at him, he smiled back proudly and actually seemed completely calm.
He was wearing a simple black tux that I was sure would go perfectly with Eleanor’s classic dress. I literally couldn’t wait to see the look on his face, when he would see his bride a few moments later.
His blue eyes held some kind of comforting and honest sparkle to them, as they always did, but today it felt so much more convincing. The naughtiness in them was for these brief moments gone.
Cause this wasn’t a joke to Louis. He was actually ready to get married.

Next to him was the row of extremely handsome groomsmen wearing the same kind of black classic tux as Louis.
Harry was the first one, handsome as fucking ever. Liam was the next one, or more like freaking David Beckham, then Zayn, a truly beautiful man, and at last my Niall.
It felt like I was punched in the stomach by the sight of him, and I swear my vision got a bit blurry when he sent me the most gorgeous smile ever with his eyes widened at the noticeable change in my hair color. He playfully bit down on his lower lip, that sick son of a bitch.

This way the boys were standing after Louis in an order, accordingly to the one that us girls would be standing in. I had to force myself towards the stairs up towards the altar, on the other side of the groom, and not run and throw my arms around Niall’s neck. He and the boys literally just looked like a never ending row of sex and testosterone. Idiots. The least they could do was to fucking stop smiling at me.

I found my spot at the left side of the altar when I’d walked up the stairs, where I used every ounce of my attention to focus on not falling in these heels. Perrie joined me a few moments later and stood in front of me and turned towards the middle where Louis would be companied by Eleanor in a few moments. She looked confident and calm, reminding me that she’d been through all this before. And she hadn’t regretted it one second since.
This wasn’t a decision that she supported fully because she was aware of the amazing things about marriage itself, but because she was aware of the amazing things about committing yourself completely to a person that you truly loved with all your heart. And it was certainly clear to everybody in this room that if there was something true about anything, it was Louis’ and Eleanor’s love for each other.

Em was the next on to walk up the aisle and find her spot in front of Perrie.
I couldn’t help but notice how the smile had fainted on Liam’s face when he’d seen his girlfriend look at him with a blue penetratingly captivating look in her eyes. At that point he more looked like he was struggling with some health issues, as his cheeks turned deep red, the color in his brown eyes went completely dark and his wide chest under the white fabric on his button up shirt began moving faster and deeper.

Give that poor kid a break, will you please, Em, I thought to myself when she violently chose to send him a bright breathtaking smile before turning her direction towards the other side of the altar, where the bridesmaids were standing through the ceremony. She found her spot right behind me, just as Perrie was about to walk up the stairs.

Aida was the last one to walk to her spot in the front of the line that we’d made, according to the strict instructions that the wedding planner had given us a few moments ago. Knocking the breath out of Harry with a slight pout with her dark purple full lips and a glare that I was pretty sure would be described as sinful by the priest waiting patiently at the altar.
I sure as hell didn’t hope that he saw the way Aida seduced her boyfriend with her long legs and swaying hips as she found her way to the front of the row that Em, Perrie and I had made. This way we were standing in order, according to both the color of our dress but also height that all in all led up to the tall and long figured bride, Eleanor.
I’m not actually sure that Em was taller than Perrie naturally, but since she was wearing a dark brown pair of high plateau Jeffry Campbell heels that went perfectly with her simple plain long dress and made her slim body seem miles long.


The captivated glares from the boys and the people sitting on the wooden benches in the church were pulled away from us and turned towards the big door in the back where us girls had entered a few minutes ago. The second we all did that the familiar and beautiful looking white lace fabric, perfectly hand crafted, turned around the corner and out through the door.
Her left arm was wrapped in her father’s as he walked her down the aisle and her right hand held a bucket of the same white roses as us bridesmaids had, only her bucket was a bit bigger and a couple of lilies were tugged in between them.
Her white high heeled sandals moved forward slowly, one foot in front of the other, step by step she got closer and closer to the person waiting for her, his eyes never leaving hers.

Eleanor looked, if possible, even more breathtaking than before. Her wavy dark brown hair seemed wavier as it bounced slightly each time she moved forward, her smile seemed wider, her teeth seemed whiter, matching the color of her dress, her brown eyes seemed browner. They had at this point started to glisten from the salty liquid forming in them.
The elder slightly grey haired man supporting her by his arm smiled kindly down at his daughter. I had quickly shook Mr. Calder’s hand outside the church when we’d arrived, and it had been easy to tell where Eleanor had gotten her warm and kind personality from. The sincere and honest glare was the same in his eyes as in hers. And now hers had turned towards another man in her life: Her Louis waiting for her. Waiting for the commitment that they both so eagerly wanted to implement.
As her smile suddenly shined even brighter at him I glanced over at Louis to find the reason for that.

And there it was. The tears that I’d never actually seen Louis let out, he’d never been one to show much emotion besides happiness and boyish humor, except for around this girl. She’d been able to get through to him, she was the one person that he’d let in completely and let her know him in way no one else had. He’d never told anybody any of this, but the words stood bright and clear in those tears trailing down his cheeks. He didn’t wipe them away, for once he let them be exactly where they were, for everyone to see. He was about to show to the whole wide world that he was no one but Eleanor’s.

I had to force my glance away from him and stare down at the roses in my hands in order not to mess up my makeup completely from the breakdown that I was only seconds from.

Eleanor’s father placed a kiss on her cheek and delivered her to the messy excuse of a groom waiting for her up the stairs at the altar. The organs stopped playing and the priest began speaking, mostly general welcome to the house of God, as far as I could tell, but to be honest, I didn’t hear much of it, instead I spent every ounce of my attention focusing on the two seemingly young people standing in front of him. Hidden by naughty sparkles in the eyes, messy hair and smooth skin were the two old souls that all the people in here had been nothing but lucky to know.

It wasn’t until Louis began repeating the words of the priest that I got snapped out of my philosophic thoughts and right back in to this fucking beautiful reality.

“I, Louis William Tomlinson…” he began repeating. The priest’s voice was only a low hum in my ear, but Louis’ was completely clear. “Take you, Eleanor Jane Calder, to be my wife. To have and to hold… from this day forward; for better, for worse… for richer, for poorer… in sickness and in health… to love and to cherish… till death us do part; according to God’s holy law… In the presence of God I make this vow.”

Silence as the woman in the white dress now took the man’s right hand in hers as her voice began repeating:

“I, Eleanor Jane Calder… Take you, Louis William Tomlinson, to be my husband… To have and to hold… from this day forward; for better, for worse… for richer, for poorer… in sickness and in health… to love and to cherish… till death us do part; according to God’s holy law… In the presence of God I make this vow.”


The ring bearer, a cousin of Eleanor’s, a young boy with messy hair, called Brian, stepped forward with the rings and Louis placed one on her left ring finger and then spoke:

“Eleanor, I give you this ring… as a sign of our marriage… With my body I honor you… all that I am I give to you… and all that I have I share with you… within the love of God… Father, Son and Holy Spirit.”

Once again I heard a low hum coming from somewhere near me, but it was nothing compared to the soft sound of Louis’ and Eleanor’s voices penetrating through my mind and heart.

They’d chosen to only use one ring for her, and so she spoke while holding Louis’ hand:

“Louis, I receive this ring… as a sign of our marriage… With my body I honor you… all that I am I give to you… and all that I have I share with you… within the love of God… Father, Son and Holy Spirit.”


I was impressed with how compose they’d both quickly managed to come off when saying those vows, thinking of the messy state they’d both been in only minutes earlier.
But the rest of the church was getting louder and louder with the sound of sniffles and small, quiet sobs spreading throughout the people, especially Louis’ mum was having trouble keeping her melting heart down. She looked so touched and emotional and she’d pretty much given up on wiping away any excess makeup smeared over her cheeks with the stained scarf fisted in her hand by now.


Before I knew it, the priest had said something else and Eleanor and Louis began walking back down the aisle as the organs began playing again, followed by the best man and bridesmaid standing closest towards the middle, Harry and Aida, who took a few steps forward towards the middle to meet and then walk down behind the new married couple. I noticed how my cheeks were hurting from smiling widely all the time, but I just couldn’t stop. And to see Niall walk towards me in that god damn black tux with the same kind of expression growing on his face, only made it harder to relax my muscles.

I placed left hand on his arm and we walked slowly down the stairs behind Zayn and Perrie.

“What’s up with the new look?” he whispered to me through the sound of the organs filling the church.

“Elie, the dress designer, suggested it. And Lou did it last night,” I told him still smiling. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” he said, sounding completely serious. “You could have send a picture or something, you know.”

“Why?” I asked him.

“Because we’re in a church. And it’s really sexy,” he honestly answered making me giggle.

“Sorry. I’ll try to remember that,” I said.

“I already told you that dress pants aren’t very good to hide a boner.”

“Niall!” I exclaimed suddenly finding myself in a place between burying myself and hoping that nobody heard anything, and then bursting in to hard laughter. “Sinful…” I sarcastically remarked at him and he continued the smile that he’d already begun from his sneaky comment.


All of us went outside to get ready for the married couple to come out, they were in some other room filling the registers that stated the marriage by law. On our way out there were a few of Louis’ sisters holding baskets filled with small bags filled with rice and tied together with elegant white bows. Everybody grabbed a small bag on the way and got out to get ready for Louis and Eleanor.

They came out through the big wooden door a few minutes later, but it felt more like several hours, because of the winter that had started to get in touch with Great Britain a bit faster than I had realized. Of course I hadn’t brought a jacket or anything, none of us had, but luckily Niall was quick to take my shivers as an invite to put his jacket over my shoulders.

“Aren’t you going to be cold?” I asked him.

“No, I’m fine,” he assured me just as people began throwing rice at the two brown haired persons walking out the door.

With squeals, shouts and laughs our group did the same, but at the same time I almost felt myself tear up at the sight of how happy the two of them were.
They didn’t have time to stay and chat but instead they were heading straight towards the black limousine waiting for them, apparently they needed to go to some place to take wedding photos and would meet us at the reception.

The rest of us; bridesmaids and groomsmen then got in to the limousine that had picked us girls up earlier today, and we headed towards an old inn where the wedding reception would be taking place. Where we would begin to celebrate the fact that Louis and Eleanor just got fucking married.

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