You and I sat at our own table at the front of the reception hall, talking while enjoying our dinner. There’s violins playing in the corner, the sound soft under the room of people chatting with each other. It’s our wedding reception, and we’d just come out for the dinner after you changed out of your gown into your reception dress. I smile admiringly at you while you speak, laughing about how you stuttered during your vows. Fans have no idea that we are getting married so we try to keep it hidden from media

Just then, your maid of honor and best friend comes up, tucking a polaroid into my palm and giving me a mischievous smile before walking back off to her seat. I blink in confusion, glancing at you before flipping the photo over. “What the fu-” I mutter, quickly making sure no one is behind me and lowering the photo under the table.

You’d told me about some photoshoot you did a week or so back, but we were pretty private with the exact details. But after seeing this photo, I’m guessing it was something of a…boudoir shoot.

I flip my gaze to you, tucking the photo into a pocket inside my jacket for safe keeping, watching you giggle under your champagne glass. Liam, Harry, Louis, and Zayn see you giggling and Niall looking at you