Austin’s P.O.V

“Fuck where is my tie? Have you seen it? Tino! Help me!” I screamed in frustration as I tossed everything off the table, in desperate search for the small garment. Tino chuckled, tossing the small black object over to me, and smiling when my face fell to relief.

“Calm down, lover boy. You still have 30 minutes to polish up.”

30 minutes, I was getting married in 30 minutes. That alone sent chills down my spine, in just a half hour, I would be marrying Oli, the love of my life. I shakily attempted to put my tie on, but luck was not on my side. My hands were fumbling, as anxiety poured over my body. Sure this wasn’t my first marriage, but this was most certainly the most important one and my last.

“Let me do it,” Alan slapped my hands away, before quickly and precisely tying the small tie around my neck and tightening it. I thanked him, before buttoning my coat up and looking in the mirror, taking in the way my reflection appeared.

“Coat open or closed?” I questioned, spinning on my heels to address my band mates, who all agreed open was more my style.

“Don’t want to be too fancy,” Aaron chimed, as he sipped a glass of water.

“Well I also don’t want to look like a bum, that’s for next week ceremony for the fans, this day has to be perfect. Do I look okay? I don’t think I look okay…oh god…” I slapped myself in the face, trying to bite back the nerves that clawed at my mind.

“You look fine! Stop fretting over it.” Phil threw a flower at me that was laying on the table, I laughed picking it up and breaking the stem off, stuffing the red rose in my jacket pocket.

“That actually looks good there.” Alan stated, nodding his head in approval, I smiled.

“I wonder if Oli is having better luck then me…” I pondered aloud, tapping my foot on the ground impatiently, they all laughed in unison,

“I'm sure he’s just as panicked as you are, want me to go check on him? Remember you can't see him till the alter,” Tino raised his eyebrows, and I nodded. Honestly, I wished nothing more than to see my soon to be husband, but my friends insisted that we had a traditional ceremony. Which had meant that as soon as we woke up, we had to kiss each other goodbye for the day, I recalled the small pout on his face as kissed my cheek this morning, whispering “See you at the altar…” before being swept out by his band mates.

Tino slipped out of the room, going to find Oli I presume, after a few seconds, I sat down next to Alan, resting my head on his shoulder. “I'm nervous.” I admitted as he laid his head down on mine,

“I know, you’re going to be okay though Austin. You and Oli have been through hell and back, he loves you, and It's obvious you love him. Be excited, not nervous, you’re about to make this official.” I smiled, knowing he was right, I had no reason to be so scared, this was something I was looking forward to doing, I just didn’t want to mess it up. A knock at the door shook me from my thoughts as a familiar bald headed man came in the door,

“Well well what do we have here? Adam my man! How have you been?” I shot up like a dart, hugging the photographer tightly, I hadn’t seen him since we returned from tour almost a year ago, of course we had stayed in contact, but it was nothing like seeing your friend for the first time in forever.

“I’ve been good! Nice to see you so healthy Austin, Oli hired me to do all the photography for you guys, he ‘wanted to capture the day so he would never forget it.’” He threw his hands up in mock quotation, yeah, that was something Oli would do.

“So let me take a picture of you! I have ones of him too, but you’re not allowed to see those yet,” he motioned for me to stand by the window that took up a large part of the bigger wall in the room; I did as told, doing my best to pose for pictures and obeying his commands.

“Austin you’re going to be a happy man, he looks stunning.” Tino barked as he made his way in the room, greeting Adam with a hug, I smiled brightly at his words as the photographer snapped another round of pictures.

“Group shot?” he inquired, the guys rose from their spots and crowded around me, as we snapped several goofy pictures, along with a serious one. Adam put a thumbs up,

“10 minutes till, get your ass down there man, and good luck. I’ll see you in ten!” the bald man grabbed his bags and left with a wave of his hand, I exhaled deeply, rubbing my hands together.

“Shall we?”


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Currently, I stood by the alter, Alan, my best man, directly by my side. Followed by Tino, Phil, and Aaron, I watched as the guys in bring me, plus Tom, took their places adjacent to us. A lot of people were here actually, a lot of family of the bands, minus Oli’s and mine, which was bittersweet. I wished my mom could be here for this, but I knew she was watching from her spot in heaven, I hoped she was proud of my decision. Deep down, I knew she would be. A lot of our friends from tour were here as well, a lot of the crew members we had befriended, bands we had hung out with, and even Hannah and Gielle. I was shocked to see the large church venue, packed. Not even one seat was empty, my nerves kicked in as the Chaplin came up beside me,

“You ready?” he asked me quietly, and I nodded my head, of course I was ready. I wanted Oli to be by my side right now, as we said our vows…my thoughts were cut short as an orchestral version of Deathbeds begin to play, I smiled. Now that was a little touch that I was unaware of, and it couldn’t have been more perfect.

After a few seconds, the large doors swung open, as the crowd stood from the pews, I felt my eyes cloud up as Oli finally came into view. His hair was straightened to perfection; lip ring discarded for the day, his black coat hugged his small frame perfectly, the black tie adding to the contrast of his attire. His black slacks had been modified into a skinny fit, which was his style to a tee, the cutest factor in his outfit, was his black vans that took place of the fancy ones a typical groom would wear. All in all, it took my breath away. As we made eye contact; I couldn’t fight the tears any longer, his face was already coated with his own, as he finally reached the end of the isle, and waited for me, I offered him a hand which he took with a smile.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I welcome you to this special occasion, We are gathered here today to bare witness to the marriage of Austin Robert Carlile, and Oliver Scott Sykes. I have been informed that they would like to keep this ceremony short and sweet, as they have waited long enough, you may take a seat.” The Chaplin motioned for the crowd to sit, and they did as told, my eyes locked on Oli’s, he stared back at me intently, clutching onto my hands for support.

“Oli, I don’t even know where to begin…from day one, I knew you were something special, though I never knew that you would affect my life with such a magnitude. You are truly the best thing that has ever happened to me, I couldn’t imagine waking a single day with you by my side, save for when we are forced apart by tours…” I let my voice trail off, earning a round of laughter from the crowd, Oli chuckled, as more tears fell from his eyes, I used my other hand to wipe them away. “I love you more than anything in this world, you changed my life, and along the way, you became my life. I couldn’t dream of someone better to spend the rest of my days with. Thank you for always being by my side, for always giving me hope when there wasn’t any, thank you for everything you do. I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together, a new future starts today.” I grinned as tears fell down from my eyes, earning awhs from everyone.

“Austin, you know I'm not much of a public speaker, and when it comes to you, I am truly at a loss for words. I never pictured myself getting married, never pictured myself with a man either,” this earned loud cackles from the patrons, myself included. “but, you tore down ever label and wall I ever put up, and I can't thank you enough for showing me what It was like to be alive. You gave me hope, things got dark for awhile, between us even, it got dark, then it got light. I think it had too, I think we had to see how bad it could be to want to live again. Now, I couldn’t imagine being in such a spot from here on out, and I don’t think I ever could be, not when I have you by my side, until the day I die. I love you, more than I have ever loved anything or anyone, and I truly feel blessed to be able to have you in my life.”

“Austin Robert Carlile, do you take Oliver Scott Sykes to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the older man asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“I do.” I replied automatically, he then turned to Oli,

“Oliver Scott Sykes, do you take Austin Robert Carlile to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do…duh.” He whispered, earning more fits of giggles.

I beamed at him, which he eagerly returned, the Chaplin handed us the others rings, which like his engagement ring, were black, mine was decorated with Red and White diamonds, with Oliver Scott Sykes-Carlile etched into the inside of the ring itself. His was black as well, blue and white diamonds on the band, with Austin Robert Carlile etched on his. We shakily slid the rings on the others fingers, both crying hard at this point. It took us several minutes to get the rings on, and we both laughed in accomplishment as soon as we had completed the task.

“With the power vested in me by the state of California, I pronounce you husband and husband, you may kiss.” He clapped his hands as I eagerly pulled him close to me, he glanced upwards before pushing his lips on mine. It wasn’t a heated kiss, but a passionate one, the first one we shared as a married couple. I could hear the crowd hollering in the back ground, and heard the faint sound of a cameras shutter. As we pulled away for air, we both laughed, my part in relief. It was over, the stressful part, and now, we could focus on enjoying ourselves the rest of the day. Oli smirked, stepping back from me and shouting “I have a surprise!” before he slid his coat off, and unbuttoned his shirt, earning woots and hollers, as Adam came closer for a picture, I stared at him, puzzled.

As soon as he finished undoing the buttons, he snickered, sliding the tie and white dress shirt off, and presenting his surprise, I busted into a fit of giggles, as did everyone else. He himself laughed, glancing down at his tee shirt, that read “AUSTIN CARLILE OR DIE.”I swooped him up in my arms after Adam had snapped a photo, and paraded down the aisle with him.

As we made it out of the doors,I took him to the garden outside the venue, for a bit of alone time. I carefully sat him down on the lone bench,

“I like your shirt,” I chimed, kissing his cheek.

“thank you…I saw it while I was out with Matty the other day, and thought it would be a funny touch.” He grinned, laying his head on my shoulder and intertwining our fingers.

“I love you, Mr. Carlile” I whispered, kissing his forehead softly, he giggled.

“I love you too, Mr. Carlile.” He replied softly, squeezing my hand tighter as we sat in a comfortable silence. It was nice, today had turned out perfectly, and this was only the beginning of it, we still had photo shoots to do with our friends and wedding parties, then the real wedding PARTY. Our reception was being held at the venue, but it was still being prepped, so our guest relaxed at a cocktail hour of sorts, giving us just enough time to gather ourselves up. In all reality, I could sit here forever, staring at the stone garden with Its pond of koi and relaxing fountains, sitting here forever, with Oli by my side would be bliss, but we had time to do this whenever. We just gave each other the last parts of ourselves, we truly were becoming a single entity in a way.

“Today has been perfect so far,” Oli chimed leaning up and planting a chaste kiss on my lips, I kissed him back quickly, biting his bottom lip and taking advantage of the fact his lips parted. He groaned as our tongues danced together, fighting the other for dominance, he pulled back reluctantly.

“Ah ah ah, later.” He winked, sending a blush to my cheeks. That’s one of the things I loved about him, our spark never went away. No matter how long we had been together he was still able to send me to a loss for words, making my face go a bright shade of red, it was like the first day we met. I knew I would never take him for granted, he was a blessing in every sense of the word. He saved me from becoming an even bigger monster than I had already become. Even After offing hundreds upon hundreds of people, I felt pure, almost. Mainly because he helped me find peace within myself, peace that not even a religion could bring. He was drug, he was my drug. If I didn’t have him, then there would be no me, I don’t want to know what would have happened if I had never met him. I probably would be dead somewhere, and scarily enough, I knew he would be dead too.

“Do you think things are finally going to be okay?” I asked quietly, bowing my head in an almost ashamed fashion, I didn’t want to ruin the moment, but I had to ask him.

“I hope so, after what we’ve been through…we deserve it. We have been shot, hospitalized, separated, kidnapped, paralyzed, tormented, and traumatized…I don’t know what else could happen at this point.” He laid his head on mine, kissing it softly which was reassuring.

“I think we really were the crooked young, we had so much happen, and we did so much. Things that people our age definitely shouldn’t have had to do.” He rubbed circles in my back as I rested my head in my hands, leaning over my knees.

“I think part of my inspiration for that song came from us, really.” He sighed, slipping so he could sit behind me, wrapping his thin legs around mine, and snuggling into my back.

“Mhm, all this stress didn’t age me to bad…did it?” I asked in all seriousness, I was only 28, but I feared I looked well over 40. Oli’s aging, well lack of aging, was incredible, he still looked so young and beautiful; he still looked 23 years old, and I…didn’t.

“No, not at all. You’ve matured some, but in the most stunning of ways, you don’t look old, or weathered, you look perfect. You always have.” He squeezed onto me tighter, causing any doubts or reserves I had to fade away, I grabbed his legs,

“Hold on,” I teased, wrapping them around my torso and standing up, taking him with me. He snickered, burying his face into my neck, his hair tickling my skin.

“Shall we go back?” he asked, still giggling as I marched towards the venue in an overly dramatic way.

“Duh.” I replied jokingly, before spinning around a few times, he laughed and pleaded for me to stop, so I complied. Before we made it back to the steps of the venue, he hopped down, offering me a hand, while I was stronger now than ever, I knew how much he worried about me. I slipped my palm against his, walking the short distance to the doors, and stopping, both of us turned at the same time, studying each other quietly, before I closed the distance for one last kiss before we made our next appearance. He kissed me back contently, wrapping his arms around my neck and standing on his tip toes, I let him go after some time.

“Ready, Mr. Carlile?” I bowed slightly, offering him a hand which he giggled and took with a fake curtsy.

“I’ve never been more ready.”

God, can we live like this forever…?

Notes

The wedding part 1!
hope it didnt feel to rushed, if it did, i will re-write, sorry for delays i have been so busy and it was my birthday and wah. Im sorry, posting will be back to normal starting now.

please leave some feedback, and this will be WRAPPING UP SOON.

I dont know where I will go with this honestly, I dont know if there will be a part 3, or ill end it. Let me know what you think...

xoxo
Siren