My heart was about to leap out of my chest. My skin tingled with excitement. Everything that had happened led to THIS moment, standing here, with him. And everyone we love was around us, watching us. A few minutes and we'd be husband and wife.
"You've always been there for me, even when I didn't want you to be."
I heard some laughs as I laughed to myself.
"No matter what I did, you stayed by my side, being my shoulder to cry on when I needed it, being my hero when I needed one. You know me better than anyone else."
I sucked in a deep breath to hold back my tears.
"When you asked me to marry you that night at the top of the London eye, overlooking the whole city, I didn't know why it took me so long to realise that I was crazy in love with you. And I knew that I wanted to be with you, never without you."
I heard a few sniffles.
"I'm insanely in love with you. And I-I can't imagine my life without you."
I looked to the priest, hoping the tears that had run down my cheek didn't ruin the eyeliner that Eleanor had put on for me. I fixed my eyes back onto his brilliant, sparkling blue ones. My mind was a blur and the only thing I could catch was...
"I now pronounce you...man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Then his lips were on mine and I forgot where we were. I was so wrapped up in him that nothing else mattered. Unconsciously, I wrapped my arms around his neck as his arms tightened around my waist. My fingers reached up to play with his soft blonde hair, the bouquet of flowers above his head. The warmth spread from my lips to my whole body and I melted against him. The crowd cheered and applauded, some wolf-whistles in the mix.
He'd always been the one with more self-control so he pulled away and set me lightly on my feet. By that time, we were both breathless. We were grinning so widely that my cheeks were aching.
"We'll have to wait till the honeymoon," he teased, kissing my forehead."I love you."
"I love you," I replied, light-headed.
We faced the crowd and walked down the aisle, towards the reception. This was one of the happiest days of my life and a new chapter of my life was about to begin.
A FEW MONTHS LATER
"Jamie," he called. I waved to him, beckoning him to take a seat beside me, too heavy to get up myself.
I smiled as Niall kissed me on the cheek and sat down beside me. "You alright?"
I nodded, laughing. "I feel very pregnant."
"You look great for a pregnant woman."
"Thanks." I reached over for the glass of water on the table beside me and took a long drink. Being pregnant was hard work. I ate so much and had to go to the toilet frequently .And the hormones that were raging inside me...phew.
"So much has changed huh," Niall commented. "Look where we are. A few years ago, we barely knew each other. I was in a band that the whole world knew about-"
"And I was a girl that no one knew about," I reminisced, neither regretful nor sentimental, just appreciative that he'd been there to save me. "Did I ever thank you for that?"
He chuckled. "A few times." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders to pull me into a side-hug. "You don't ever need to thank me, for anything." Niall's eyes were rich with sincerity and genuine love. "In fact, I should be the one thanking YOU. I don't know what I'd do without you in my life," he murmured, his Irish accent still thick despite being primarily based in London for a while now.
"I feel the same way,Ni. I wouldn't be who I am today without you." I nudged him playfully in the ribs, earning a groan.
"I'd shove you back but I wouldn't do that to a pretty pregnant lady," he rubbed his chest. "Anyway, as I was saying," he leaned back into the sofa and ruffled his hair. "Look at us. We're both married - I'm with Lily, you're with James. I have Michael and you have one on the way."
I nodded and watched James play with Michael, Niall and Lilly's two-year-old son. Initially, after I woke up from the coma, it was hard to readjust....to adapt. James was the one who found me at the park when I voluntarily discharged myself. Everytime I looked at James, now my husband, my heart beat faster, my skin tingles as it recalls the sensation of his touch. James took me back and he took me in. Everything just fell into place after that. Damon and I made up - everyone who I wanted to be there made it to the wedding. He was the one who walked me down the aisle. Even though I initially wanted Niall to be the one since he'd been such a big part of my life, I was glad that Damon offered and that I took it.
My sentiments were pleasantly interrupted by a small kick in my belly. I rubbed it soothingly, breathing in deeply. It wasn't painful, it just surprised me. I couldn't wait for my little one to be born and be able to hold him/her in my hands. The first word, the first steps....
"You were meant to be a mother," Niall admired.
"James is a lucky man. You two are going to be great parents."
He got up, with a bottle of beer in his hand and leaned down to kiss my forehead. "I will always love you, Jamie. Always have and always will."
I held his hand in mine for a few seconds longer, squeezing lightly to show him I felt the same way.
Our lives would always be intertwined. Niall may not have been the one who I ended up with but he'd always be close to my heart. He wouldn't be my Niall anymore. And I would no longer be his Jamie.
I was proud of who we are and where we are, of what we'd become. In the time that we'd been together, Niall and I had learnt so much. The time we'd spent together would never be forgotten. Neither would the relationships I had with the other boys, whom I would always regard as my closest friends.
The story of our lives would make one of the best songs ever.