"What do you mean by 'don't marry her'?" I ask with my eyebrow raised. You remain silent, looking into my eyes with your mouth half open, wanting to say something but the words not coming out. "Please say something."

We have been best friends since we were practically five years old, that is, a lifetime. We have gone to high school together, you were with me when One Direction formed, you moved to London so we could be close, now you have supported me to start my solo career. Basically my life without you has no fucking meaning.

Leaving that aside.

I am about to marry the most wonderful woman in the world, probably the love of my life, with whom I’ve been dating for three years and with whom I was encouraged to take the big step. I couldn't be happier about it, and suddenly… you.

When I was about to get to the altar, you decided to stop me in the hallway. You were very nervous, with your bridesmaid dress wrinkled and your hair a mess, mascara running down your cheeks, so you had been crying. You needed a few seconds to compose yourself and catch your breath, then you dropped the bomb "Don't marry her." What the hell do you mean by that when I'm two meters away from the door where the ceremony is going to be held?