NYgirl626

Andrea's P.O.V.

Holy Shit. I clench my fingers as I stare at myself in the mirror, my white, strappless dress tight around my body, my veil over my face. I try to keep a steady breathing pattern, but I feel like i'm ready to faint, or throwup or something.

I'm so excited. For so many different reasons. I'll finally be Mrs. Andrea Poynter. I almost shriek at the thought. This is like a dream come true, and there is very little doubt in my mind....no cold feet. I smile and twirl around, carefully observing my trein. I hear a knock at the door.

"Come In?" I reply.

The door opens and Marie sticks her head into the room. "Heyyy! You look beautifulll!" she sings. I smile flattered. She opens the door farther and steps in, and I notice how perfectly her bridesmaid dress fits her. Sapphire blue, empire waisted, long and flowy to the floor, with sparkles and rhinestones sewn into the hem...it looks absolutely beautiful on her, and I wouldn't want any one else as my Maid of Honor. These past few months, we've been inseperable. We've cried together, laughed together, gossiped together..and of COURSE shopped together. She even helps me babysit- which i greatly appreciate. She turns her finger around in a circle, signaling for me to give a spin...which I do. When i turn back around to face her, she looks up at me, smiling.

"I bet Dougie's about ready to piss himself in excitement" she giggles. I blush, smiling. I had forgotten about Dougie for a few minutes but OH how I wanted to see him. I bit my lip and looked back to the mirror, just to make sure everything was perfect. I wanted to be the epitome of a perfect wife for him. The twins were almost a year old now, and my stomach was completely flat again- which made me ecstatic. The boy's tour had ended some time ago, and they've stuck to mostly England... working on their new album and doing promotional stuff on radios, and talk shows, etc. I liked this, because it meant I got to see Dougie all the time.

There was another knock at the door, and my mom popped her head in. When she saw me, her eyes welled up with tears. "My babbyyy!" she cried. I laughed and hugged her. "Momm..." I moaned. I couldn't believe she was crying. "Sorry..sorry..I'll control myself" she laughed. I smiled appreciatively. "Well I came to tell you its show time." She winked. I took a deep breath in and nodded. Marie handed me a bouquet and I walked out of the small dressing room into the reception area of the Church, the large wood doors into the actual Church stood infront of me...the only thing keeping me from my Dougie. My dad was waiting for me. I smiled and hugged him. "Hi Daddy" I said, and he smiled back, kissing me on the cheek. My dad and I were back on good terms thankfully. As the organ began to play, the bridesmaids started filing into the church.

The first two, were girls I had worked with at Fran's diner. I spent almost 5 years of my life working with them everyday, and they were genuinely nice girls and good friends. They were sisters infact too! Samantha and Becky. They were both escorted by Tom and Danny, who were also part of Dougie's groomsmen. They led the way, their small busshels of flowers in their hands. Next was Marie, who made her way up the isle infront of me, escorted by Harry to the altar. I followed along behind, my arm in my dad's, as everyone in the Church turned and face me, smiling and a few flashes of cameras in my face. I felt my cheeks burned. As much as this wedding day IS all about me, I feel nervous..like i might trip and fall or something. But i never stumbled, and Dad pulled me on along the isle. I looked up and saw Dougie smiling widely as I approached him, and I started to giggle.

When I got to the alter, my dad lifted my veil, kissed my cheek and gave my hand's to Dougie. The organ music faded and the priest began to talk.

Blah..blah..blah.

It was all I heard. I stared into Dougie's eyes, mouthing words back and forth.

"I love youuu" i mouthed.

He wrinkled up his nose. "No way..i love YOU" he mouthed back silently.

I stiffled a giggle and replied. "This is it"

He smiled and winked and I bit my lip excitedly, trying to focus on what the priest was saying. But it was just toooo hard! Between all the thoughts rushing through my head, all the excitement in my veins, and this bloody dress tied SO tight I could barely breath... I didn't have the attention span to listen to the priest. By the time the vows came along though, I was right on top of things.

"I Douglas Poynter, do solemly swear, to take Andrea Johnson as my lawfully wedded wife. To love and to serve, in sickness and in health, all the days of my life." Dougie recited.

I returned.

"I Andrea Johnson, do solemly swear, to take Douglas Poynter as my lawfully wedded husband. To love and to serve, in sickness and in health, all the days of my life."

I shrieked quitely out of excitement and the priest chuckled a laugh. Next were the rings.

After we both slid our gold bands onto each other's fingers, the priest said "You may now kiss the bride" and in the most romantic way possible.... in a manner I didn't even know Dougie was capable of, he wrapped his arms around me- one on my upper back and the other at the small of my back, leaned me over in a dip, and planted one on me. When he pulled me back up onto my feet, the whole church was hooting and clapping and I was breathless.

"May I present to you..... Mr. and Mrs. Douglas Poynter!" The priest says, clapping in celebration as Dougie and I skip our way down the isle excitedly.

When we get to the end of the church, right in front of the doors, Dougie grabs my arm and stops me. I turn around, looking at him confused. He laughs and holds a finger up to me...signalling me to wait. Everyone in the church turned around now looking at us, I begin to feel awkward and embarrased. Dougie leans over and sweeps his arm underneath my legs and sweeps me up off my feet into his arms. I squeal and wrap my arms around his neck as he kicks open the door and we walk out into the front of the church, out the front doors, down the steps and into the long white stretch limo with a "JUST MARRIED" sign on the back window. Dougie places me back down onto my feet by the door of the limo and opens it as the crowd from the church comes filing out to see us off. I smile and wave excitedly at my parents and Marie and climb into the open limo.

Dougie hops in behind me and we're off! I let out a highpitched yell of excitement as we start down the street. "Oh Doug" I sigh happily. "Can you believe it? We're FINALLY married" I say as I bury my nose into his neck, taking in his scent. He giggles in my ear and kisses me again. "And the twins will be alright with your parents during our honeymoon?" he asks, double checking. I nod, remembering the honeymoon. "Will you tell me where it is now!!!!!" I plead. Dougie insisted that it be kept a surprise..that i'd love it. "No! Not yet!" he joked back. I frowned and stuck my tongue out at him.

He sighed and pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me tight. I caught his eye, confused at his sudden sense of sentiment. He laughed, embarrased at my attention on him and shrugged. "I'm so happy I get to spend the rest of my life with the girl of my dreams." he smiles, kissing me on the nose. I scrunch up my nose at the kiss and when he leans back, I press my lips against his..running my fingers through his long, strawberry blonde hair. I cant wait for the honeymoon..but first, THE RECEPTION.

Marie's P.O.V.

I wander around the hall where the receptions being held as people continue filing in- arriving after the church ceremony. Andrea and Dougie are sitting a big head table at the end of the dance floor, and several people are around them talking and admirinng Andrea's ring. I half wandered to avoid the awkward silence with Harry- sitting next to me at the table. Dont get me wrong. Im hopelessly in love with Harry..but things just haven't been NORMAL yet. We continue hanging out, when the rest of the group does...but we hardly ever talk anymore, to my dismay. I frown as I notice him playing with his silverware across the room.

Gosh. He looks so lonely. Maybe I should...no..I cant. I dont even know what to say to him anymore. I dont want to say that I dont trust him anymore... I do. I understand that when we were 'separated' he needed someone to fill that void...but I just cant LOOK at him the same anymore. He was MY Harry. All mine. Is that too selfish of me? To not want to think of him with other women....ever? To make matters worse, this "Lindsey" girl has become close friends with Danny. She even joined the group of us at dinner one night. It was so uncomfortable. I thought I was gonna puke. I dont hate her, but If i had to wrip her to shreds to get my Harry back...I'd do it in an instant. I just have to keep my cool...thats all. I heave a few heavy breaths to try and relax myself when Harry looks up, noticing me staring at him.

Shit. I look away quickly and begin to walk over to Tom, whose standing alone..surveying the dance floor. "TOM DEAR!" I say overexageradly. He gives me an odd look and laughs. "Why Hello Marie!" he replies all to enthusiastically. Great..now people are mocking me. "Its been a whole 20 minutes since i've seen you last, how you been?" He asks sarcastically. I laugh. "Fine..just fine.." I reply. "Oh. Well would you like to join me for a dance?" He asks. I raise my eyebrows. "I'd love to!" I reply smiling. We make our way to the middle of the semi-crowded dance floor and begin to sway to the slow music. "The wedding was absolutely beautiful" I say, trying to keep conversation. I had no idea Tom was such a good dancer though...i really must say it shocked me. He's very light on his feet.

"I totally agree...and the reception place is beautiful. Any idea where Dougie's taking Andrea for the honeymoon?" he replies. I shake my head. "Not a clue. He's kept it a very good secret." Suddenly, however, I become distracted to the conversation with Tom. He continues talking, but all I can notice is that Harry's walking this way, his hands in his pockets. Gulp. Is he...he cant be...oh no he's going to..

Harry's P.O.V.

I took a quick gulp of champagne as I watched Tom and Marie spin around on the dance floor and gained my composure and courage, standing up and walking over towards them. I tapped Tom's shoulder and he stopped, turning his head. "May I?" I ask, motioning for a dance with Marie. Tom looks to Marie, then back to me and winks, patting my back lightly as he handed Marie's hand to me. "Thank you for the dance" he said to her, as he made his way off the dance floor. I put my left arm on the small of her back and lifted my right as she slid her fingers into the palm of my hand.

"You look lovely" I tried to complement her. She blushed and looked down. "Thanks" she replied, not looking up at me. I frowned. "What's wrong Marie. You have to talk to me here... I have no idea whats going on in your head and I really miss you." I said quietly, making sure no one else could hear our private conversation. She shrugged. "I just cant look at you the same anymore. I wanted you all to myself" she said, looking over her shoulder towards the DJ booth...trying to look anywhere but at me. I frowned, feeling embarrased and ashamed. "But...but...you do.." I said.

Suddenly, I had her attention again. "You always have. Lindsey meant nothing. You're the one I care about and YOU'RE the one I want." I say, slightly louder. She hushes slightly, as surrounding couples begin to eavesdrop. She took her hand off my shoulder and played with the tiffany's necklace hanging around her neck and smiled. "Really?" she says, almost with a giggle. I kiss her on the forehead and rest my chin on the top of her head. "Absolutely"

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