He was nervous, to say the least. More like frantic and shaking.

"Relax, honey. You look fabulous. He's going to go weak in the knees when he sees you."

He smiled, looking up. The hair dresser added the final touches to his hair, adjusted his bow tie and left the dressing room, leaving us alone.

Louis sighed and moved his hands as if to run them through his hair and totally ruin his hairstyle.

"NOOO!"
I reached him just in time to save his hair from impending disaster.

Louis looked startled, then grinned. "Thanks, Kendall"

"Don't mention it. Now drink some of this water-" I handed him a bottle with a straw "- and be ready and I'll go check on Rosie"

He nodded as he took a few sips.

I left that room and went into the one adjoining it, and found Rosie being fussed about by the hair-and-makeup team, courtesy of my sister, Kylie.

Her mother sat in the bureau next to hers, and turned when she heard me open the door. She smiled, still a bit unsure of how to react to me, since the whole friendship thing was new to her.

But I must admit, I admired her for the choices and sacrifices she had made along the way.

Unbeknownst to us, she had grown affectionate towards her unborn child; maybe it was the hormones or her natural mothering instincts, but it changed her. And halfway through her pregnancy, she almost had a miscarriage, and the feeling of loosing her baby frightened her immensely. She called Harry & Louis and begged them for forgiveness, asking to let her be a part of Rosie's life as well.

Of course, they obliged, and she happily declined all of Harry's offers of money for being a surrogate. But she did take him up on the preggy-clothes modelling offer, so she could support herself till she could return to her job.

The boys decided to wait till their daughter was born to take their vows, as they wanted her to be part of the wedding party. With the constant protection of two very proud fathers and a mother, Rosie Jo Tomlinson-Styles was born two years ago, healthy as ever, her face as beautiful as a rose.

But very sadly, Johanna survived only long enough to see her grand daughter for a few months. Her death hit everyone like a blow to the stomach, but it also brought everyone together, and through tears and comfort, we managed to organize the wedding within the next year.

Brianna visited her daughter frequently, and never asked for custody. She was trying hard to earn her forgiveness, and she was doing a wonderful job. Still, she found the concept of being a non-bitchy person to be a bit harder than she expected.

Rosie looked beautiful in all her 2-year-old glory, with Louis' blue eyes and her mother's blonde hair in an intricate crown of braids, with loose strands framing her face.

"Aunt Kenny!!", she said enthusiastically, much to the dismay of the make up artist who was trying to brush her lips with gloss.

I laughed, and moved towards her and reached for the gloss from the estranged artist. "Let me try", he nodded, and went to check on Brianna.

"So, little Rosie, are you excited for the big day? "

She nodded, as I wiped the mess on her lips and started reapplying the gloss.

"Are you nervous?"

She smiled and shook her head. I finished & leaned back to see her face properly.

"There you go!"

She beamed into the mirror, "Aunt Kenny, does this mean I won't get to see Mommy anymore?"

"No. In fact," I sat on the nearest chair and pulled her onto my lap, "you'll be staying with her for two weeks until your daddies get back from their...vacation" I didn't want the kid to be asking everyone what a honeymoon was.

"Really?", she squealed in delight.

"Really"

Brianna walked over, and Rosie reached for her.
"Come on, girls, we've got work to do", she smiled at me.

Just then, Harry's mom poked his head in, "Come on!! It's happening!!"

We laughed and followed her to Louis' room and then to the courtyard of her family home, with a relatively calmer Louis in tow.
I peeked out of the doors leading outside, and saw the place filled with our friends and families.
I took a deep breath, and called to Rosie, who was waddling behind me, with her hand in her mother's.

"Okay, Rosie" I handed her the basket with rose petals, "Make your daddies proud"

She beamed at me and made her entrance, earning a few 'Awww's from the crowd.
Waiting a few more beats, I mouthed Good luck to Louis who gave me a thumbs up, and nodded to Brianna, who smiled. Together we made our way down the aisle and towards a beaming Harry who looked dashing as ever. He smiled at us, and we stood in our place at the altar.

Harry's attention was quickly captured by the two men who walked down the aisle. I wanted to see both their faces at once, but when it proved impossible, I settled on Harry's.

He smiled, nervously at first, then his whole face softened as his boyfriend came closer, his hand clasped in Mark's. I could almost feel his love as he sighed contentedly and smiled at the scene before him, making me smile as well.

I looked to the crowd then, spotting Niall, Liam and Zayn seated next to Anne and Harry's father, and behind them, Harry's grandparents and Brianna's family, along with my sisters.

I smiled at them, and they waved back.

Mark & Louis reached us, and Mark gave Lou's hand to Harry, kissing them both. And it truly began

"Dearly beloved..."

The boys exchanged vows & rings, and the priest gestured toward Louis.

Harry did not waste a moment. He captured Louis' lips in a sweet kiss, and I could see most of the crowd, including their band mates, wiping their eyes. I was getting misty-eyed as well, but Harry broke their kiss to glance at something in the sky.

Louis Tomlinson-Styles POV ;)

"Baby, look," Harry was pointing at something over our heads. As I looked up, I could feel the audience do the same.

When my eyes landed on the band of colours stretching across the sky, my heart did a little flip in my chest, and I could feel Haz squeezing my arms in  reassurance, "She's proud of you, baby"

I looked towards the rainbow, my eyes closed and I whispered to her, "Thank you, mom"

A.N.  :')

Thank you to all my beautiful readers out there.. This is an unexpected, hopefully enjoyable, addition to this story. It is now officially complete.
Also. I'm not really sure how Christian weddings are done, so apologies if there are any mistakes, and feel free to correct me :)
Love you all
xx