“And it was in that exact moment, I locked eyes with her. She was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Her dress cascading down, cheeks full of colour, hair perfectly pinned; as she knew I loved her hair up, and her eyes. Oh, how her eyes captivated me. They sparkled as tears filled them. They shinned brighter than any star in the night sky.
As she neared, my heart rate became rapid, it was if it was our first date again. For a split second I was back there in that stadium, remembering her in that lily, yellow dress, me in my musty Rams jersey. How I loved that day. She drank just as much and I, yelled at the refs and in that very moment, I knew. She would be mine one day. My one and only.
She stood beside me, shaking. I could tell she was nervous. She was never one to be in front of crowds. But as I grabbed her hand, I felt the beats slow, and her grip soften. As we said our vows, her tears released. The barricades that held them back had broken. Mascara running down her rosy cheeks, eyes glistening like diamonds. She was so beautiful.
Before I knew it, I had been lost in her eyes for the duration of the ceremony. With out hesitation, the priest said those wondrous words. "I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Niall Horan, you may now kiss the bride."
I cautiously lifted her vial, looked deep into those glimmering blue eyes and leaned in for our first kiss as husband and wife. It was like nothing before. Memories of first dates, fights and adventure’s rushed into my mind. I felt her smile as our lips parted. She looked at me with this angelic smile on her face, leaned in and slowly whispered into my ear. "I love you. Until the end of my days.”
Those were the only words I’d ever need to hear for the rest of my time. She was mine, and I would love her till the stars stopped shining.”