"Please, please don't kick me in the balls for this. . . but have you by any chance gained weight over the past few months?" Kellin asked, already dreading the question as soon as he started speaking.
He was standing behind me, helping me to get the zipper of the dress up that Oliver had already bought me months ago.
"N-No." I stuttered anxiously as I looked back over my shoulder. "I mean, not that I know of. I see myself every day; I don't weigh myself every day. . . I guess, maybe?" Oh god this felt horrible. What if I didn't fit into the dress anymore?
"Alright, no problem, I'll get it to close." But he didn't sound convincing at all.
Right as Kellin tapped my belly and told me to 'suck it in' the door of the room opened. Vic came casually strolling in, already dressed in a full black suit. Though of course, he refused to wear a tie, and wore bowtie instead. I thought it looked adorable on him.
"What's going on here?" He asked, his voice laced with amusement.
I let my shoulders slump a little, pursing out my bottom lip into a disappointed pout. "I'm fat." I whined softly, earning a snicker from Vic immediately.
"Suck it in!" Kellin then practically demanded, making me stand up straight again and sucking in my stomach as best I could. I could hear the quick sound of the zipper going up, followed by a triumphant squeak from Kellin. "I knew I was good." He said with much approval.
"According to my brother, you're better at taking things off though." I spoke teasingly, readjusting my hair back over my shoulders and back. It had grown longer than I actually thought it had. I never noticed since I mostly wore it up.
Kellin huffed at my comment. "Yeah, but I'm sure you can get your own husband to do that later. Oh wait, you don't have one!" He shot back with a fake gasp.
"I'm right here you know." Vic said with a laugh as he was shaking his head.
I stuck out my tongue at Kellin and pushed him out of the way as I made my way towards the mirror. "I better not look like a wrapped up sausage in this fucking dress now." I murmured as I eyed myself up and down.
Vic came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "You look perfect, you always do, babe." He said just before kissing me right below my ear and down to my neck. I loved it when he did that. It still felt just as amazing as the first time.
"Aww you two are cute, still so much in love and all that. . ." Kellin trailed off in a cutesy voice, managing to make me blush just a little as Vic's smile grew from ear to ear. But that moment was soon over when Kellin smacked his hands together. "But no time for being cute!" He said, rather loudly. "We've got things to do, aisles to walk down, and stuff like that. Victor, shoo."
Kellin waved his hands almost into Vic's face, trying to get him to let go of me and get out of the room. Vic just chuckled and rolled his eyes. "I'll see you downstairs at the ceremony." He said to me before giving me a quick kiss.
"Shoo, Victor!" Kellin repeated impatiently.
"I'm going, I'm going." And with that, Vic practically flew out of the door.
I chuckled a little as I turned towards Kellin, crossing my arms over my chest. "You're on your toes today." I commented his bossy yet nervous behavior.
Kellin went to straighten his own tie and sighed. "Yeah well, it's my wedding. I'll be damned if anything goes wrong."
"Nothing will go wrong, Kells. You need to relax."
He smiled at me, almost mischievously as he showed me two glasses. "I know, that's why we're having mimosas!" He then cheered as he started pouring the orange liquid into both glasses, then handing me one.
"You know mimosas without champagne is just orange juice, right?" I asked him, eyeing the glass skeptically.
He threw a finger in the air and bent over to look through his suitcase, only to pull out a bottle of champagne moments later. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. I should've known. Kellin proceeded to pop open the bottle and filled up the rest of our glasses with the champagne, all the way to the brim of the glass.
"To becoming a Sykes." Kellin cheered, holding out his glass between us.
"To a happy, long lasting marriage." I countered, clinking my glass against his before we both started drinking from it, Kellin downing it much quicker than I did.
"May I thank you, for having such a screwed up family history?" He then suddenly said. I gave him a confused look. "I mean, without it, you probably would've lived right here all your life, I never would've known you, and I never would've been standing here, about to marry Oli."
I chuckled a little. Bless my screwed up family history, I guess.
"Gee, I wonder what you'd sound like with a British accent. . ." Kellin then trailed off, tapping his chin with a single digit.
Me, with a British accent? Dear god no. That just wouldn't be right.
Soon enough, the music downstairs had started, signaling for the beginning of the ceremony. "Shit! Do I look okay? Is my hair okay? Oh god I don't want to embarrass myself." Kellin began to mutter nervously.
I grabbed onto his hand and made him lace his arm with mine. "Chill, Kells. You look fine. Now let's go." I urged softly, tugging him out of the room.
That's pretty much where the 'aisle' already started. It had been the idea to hold the wedding outside in the garden, but this being the UK, it was raining. So instead, the ceremony master stood just in front of the big, windowed patio doors. . . the guests' seats were circled around, and the huge double staircase was the aisle. Luckily the hallway that linked to the end of the staircase was huge, so it all worked out just fine. It made it look a little. . . cinderella-ish?
We reached the top of the staircase, about to take our first step downward, when I felt Kellin's grip on me tighten. "Please, don't let me fall." He begged silently.
I bit my lip, holding back a giggle. "I won't, I promise." I assured him.
Everyone's eyes landed on us as we made our way down, the glowing smile on Oliver's face being completely undeniable as he watched Kellin closely. I glanced beside me to look at him for a brief moment. His cheeks were slightly rosy, but his smile was just as wide and vibrant as Oli's.
Once we finally got to our destination, I gave Kellin a quick peck on the cheek and handed him to my brother. Oliver gave me a nod and took Kellin's hands into his, gently pulling him in front of him.
"I'm so happy we're doing this." He whispered softly.
Kellin's smile grew even wider, if that was still possible. "Me too." He said.
I took my rightful place half behind Oliver, glancing at Vic who stood half behind Kellin. He smiled and threw me a quick wink, right as the ceremony master started.
The entire ceremony was beautiful. Both Kellin and Oliver had written their own vows, and damnit to hell, they made me cry. They said their I do's just as enthusiastically as little Tony would agree to having waffles and ice cream for dinner, earning multiple giggles from just about everyone. It was just amazing and I was so happy for them.
Of course Oliver then couldn't wait to get to the partying part of the whole thing. A huge bunch of Oliver's old friends from around here were invited. They were all pretty nice and fun to hang around.
We had cake, some of us did our speeches, and then we ended up going outside in the rain, dancing and drinking to whatever music the DJ was playing. His set-up was loud enough to be heard outside.
"I'm just gonna sit down for a moment." I told Vic, who had his arms securely wrapped around my waist as we danced. I was feeling a little buzzed and dizzy, so I needed to relax for a few minutes.
He unlocked one of his arms and reached up to my face to move away a wet lock of hair that was stuck to my face from the rain. He smiled and kissed me softly; making little sparks of electricity erupt in my stomach. After all these years, his kisses still did that to me. It didn't help that we were standing out in the rain, making it feel even more amazing somehow.
"Are you okay?" He asked with a smile, his voice laced with more humor than actual worry. I figured he thought it was the alcohol, just like I had expected it to be.
I nodded, smiling. "I'm fine, ju-just need to—" Suddenly I felt like I got kicked in the back somehow, making me even dizzier than before. "I just need to sit down."
Vic's face did contort into worry this time, and started leading me inside without another word or a moment's hesitation. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked me again, holding me by my upper arms in front of him.
I almost felt like I was turning to jelly. But I wasn't going to ruin the party though. "Just let me sit down, please." I whined.
Vic quickly kissed the top of my head and led me to the staircase, sitting me down next to him. He wrapped an arm around my waist and I rested my head on his shoulder. "Partying getting a little too much for you?" He asked, the humor back in his voice.
I chuckled slightly, my eyelids falling occasionally. "Yeah, totally. . ." I murmured, right before I blacked out.