"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife..." the man dressed as Elvis Presley says while playing his toy guitar. "You may now kiss the bride."

I turn to look at you and smile before taking your face in my hands and giving you the most passionate kiss I've ever given you. Our friends, the few who dared to come, clap and celebrate behind us. The fake diamond ring they gave us, which will probably turn your finger green, sparkles as I take your hand to walk toward the exit.

You might be wondering how we ended up in Las Vegas with a fake Elvis Presley getting us married. Well, the thing is, we were at dinner with some friends, including my bandmates, in New York because we were here on tour, and we were talking about the future and when we were planning to take the step of getting married. I joked, telling you that I would marry you right then and there, and you agreed. Niall started telling us if we were so eager, why didn't we just go to Las Vegas and get married in one of those famous chapels? I don't know if it was the alcohol or what, but apparently we're married now.

And it seems you are finally Mrs. Styles.