Niall: “You look so beautiful." you heard someone say. You turned around to see Niall standing at the door with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. “Niall! Get out this is bad luck!" you screamed. “Nonsense! That stuff isn’t true." he said as he strutted towards you. “Besides, I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to sneak a peak." he said giving you a wink and a kiss on the cheek.
Liam: “I think this is the one!" you squealed as you stepped out of the dressing room. Your mom and friends all clapped and nodded with approval. As happy as you were that they liked it, you were mais concerned with how Liam felt. “Liam, baby? What do you think?" you asked. “You look exactly how I imagined." he said with a tear rolling down his face.
Louis: “Knock, knock?" you said softly, opening up the door to Louis dressing room. “What are you doing? I’m not supposed to see you!" he said, covering his eyes. “Oh, Lou. I don’t care about any of that. I really needed to see you…" you trailed off. “What’s that matter?" he questioned, standing up and meeting you half way. “Are you sure we’re ready?" you whispered. “I asked myself the same thing a little while ago…" he said. “And?" you asked. “And then I saw you in that dress and every shed of doubt I had left my mind."
Harry: “Harry, come in here will you?" you called to Harry from your bedroom. “What’s u-oh my gosh." he said in shock as he stood gawking at you. “Do you like it?" you questioned, smoothing down the front of your dress nervously. “I, I amor it. You look perfect." he smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Thank God. I was so worried you’d hate it." you laughed. “I wouldn’t care if you walked down that aisle in shorts and a raggedy tee shirt. All that matters is that it’s you. That’s all I need."
Zayn: “Well?" you asked, walking out of the dressing room. Zayn broke out into a smile and stood up. “I adore it, darling." he said. “Really?" you questioned, a little unsure of your bold choice. “Really. It shows off your baby bump perfectly." he replied, putting his hands on your 8 mês pregnant belly. “I think she likes it too, because she’s kicking up a storm!" he laughed with a boyish twinkle in his eye.
Liam: “I think this is the one!" you squealed as you stepped out of the dressing room. Your mom and friends all clapped and nodded with approval. As happy as you were that they liked it, you were mais concerned with how Liam felt. “Liam, baby? What do you think?" you asked. “You look exactly how I imagined." he said with a tear rolling down his face.
Louis: “Knock, knock?" you said softly, opening up the door to Louis dressing room. “What are you doing? I’m not supposed to see you!" he said, covering his eyes. “Oh, Lou. I don’t care about any of that. I really needed to see you…" you trailed off. “What’s that matter?" he questioned, standing up and meeting you half way. “Are you sure we’re ready?" you whispered. “I asked myself the same thing a little while ago…" he said. “And?" you asked. “And then I saw you in that dress and every shed of doubt I had left my mind."
Harry: “Harry, come in here will you?" you called to Harry from your bedroom. “What’s u-oh my gosh." he said in shock as he stood gawking at you. “Do you like it?" you questioned, smoothing down the front of your dress nervously. “I, I amor it. You look perfect." he smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Thank God. I was so worried you’d hate it." you laughed. “I wouldn’t care if you walked down that aisle in shorts and a raggedy tee shirt. All that matters is that it’s you. That’s all I need."
Zayn: “Well?" you asked, walking out of the dressing room. Zayn broke out into a smile and stood up. “I adore it, darling." he said. “Really?" you questioned, a little unsure of your bold choice. “Really. It shows off your baby bump perfectly." he replied, putting his hands on your 8 mês pregnant belly. “I think she likes it too, because she’s kicking up a storm!" he laughed with a boyish twinkle in his eye.
