<h1 style="font-family: BenchNine, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; color: #845e64; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; line-height: normal;"><strong style="color: #714f51; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; background-color: #ebe7df;">Liam:<span style="color: #615f5a; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; background-color: #ebe7df;"> You were awoken early in the morning, after a crazy night, by your phone ringing loudly in your ear. “What?” You snapped, as you answered the phone, and saw your best friend’s name on the screen, “I was sleeping!” “Sorry. You’re the one who called me 20 times last night. I was returning the call. I was worried. What’s wrong?” You had no idea why you had called her, “Nothing, I’m fine.” “Then don’t do that again! Oh, did you hear Liam got married last night?” “Liam who?” you asked, still so tired and hungover. “Payne. Everyone’s talking about it. And it was there in Vegas! You are in the same town! How cool is that?” Suddenly your mind seemed to snap, and your eyes widened, as memories rushed back to you. “No!” “Yeah..” she continued talking, but you were not listening. You looked to the side, and saw Liam lying there, still sound asleep. “Oh my god.”</span><br style="color: #615f5a; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; background-color: #ebe7df;" /><br style="color: #615f5a; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; background-color: #ebe7df;" /><strong style="color: #714f51; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; background-color: #ebe7df;">Niall<span style="color: #615f5a; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; background-color: #ebe7df;">: All you had wanted was to have fun, but you had just a little too much fun. Waking up the next day, every memory came flooding back to you. Even some you knew had to be fake. You had a vivid memory of meeting Niall Horan, and deciding an hour later to get married. You laughed to yourself, as you made your way towards the bathroom; but what you saw when you opened the door, made you wonder if you were still sleeping. “Niall?” “Good morning [Y/N].” You felt slightly sick, as you stared at Niall, “Am I crazy, did we… No, I must be. There’s no way. How are you here?” Niall smiled brightly at you. You’d only know each other a few short hours, but already he had fallen hard. “You’re not crazy. And we did get married last night, if that’s what you were asking.” Your jaw dropped, “I thought that was some dream.” “No, it was real. You’re my wife.” You thought of all the memories that seemed unreal, and couldn’t speak. What was there to even say?</span><br style="color: #615f5a; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; background-color: #ebe7df;" /><br style="color: #615f5a; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; background-color: #ebe7df;" /><strong style="color: #714f51; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; background-color: #ebe7df;">Zayn<span style="color: #615f5a; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; background-color: #ebe7df;">: “So we got married?” You asked, the words sounded so strange falling from your lips. “Yeah,” Zayn nodded, in just as much shock as you were. It hadn’t seemed like a bad idea the night before, but now you were two strangers, who had made the biggest promise possible to each other. “Your friends are laughing, aren’t that?” You questioned, thinking of the two friends Zayn had been with the night before, who had actually tried to talk the two of you out of the wedding. “Probably so,” he answered quietly. “I don’t think anyone would even believe me, if I called them and said I married you last night,” you commented, as you thought of what had happened in the past 24 hours. Zayn laughed nervously, “I wouldn’t believe it myself, if I didn’t clearly remember every little detail on the moment.” “Me either,” you agreed, then took a deep breath, “So what exactly do we do now?”</span><br style="color: #615f5a; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; background-color: #ebe7df;" /><br style="color: #615f5a; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; background-color: #ebe7df;" /><strong style="color: #714f51; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; background-color: #ebe7df;">Harry<span style="color: #615f5a; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; background-color: #ebe7df;">: Your night had started off fun, but as it when on, your memory of it became cloudier and cloudier. So you had no recollection as to why you were in bed with a total stranger. “Can you tell me what happened last night?” “I was hoping you knew,” he replied, clearly just as confused as you, before reaching for a piece of paper that was lying between the two of you. “What is that?” He read it slowly, and looked sick, “Is your name [Y/N]?” “Yes,” you answered, still so confused, “Why?” With a look of fear, he looked at you, and slowly spoke words you could barely comprehend, “This says we’re married.” “What?!” You ripped the paper from his hands, and stared at a marriage certificate with your name written on it, “You…” You read his name on the paper as well, “Harry Styles…. You’re my husband?!”</span><br style="color: #615f5a; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; background-color: #ebe7df;" /><br style="color: #615f5a; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; background-color: #ebe7df;" /><strong style="color: #714f51; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; background-color: #ebe7df;">Louis<span style="color: #615f5a; font-family: calibri; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; background-color: #ebe7df;">: “You don’t regret it, do you?” Louis asked, feeling horrible for the spur of the moment wedding you had the night before. You thought about what he was asking you, and didn’t know how to answer. So instead of giving him a good answer, you just said everything that popped into your mind. “No, but yes. You do not know me at all. I mean, sure, I know a lot about you, but not really. Only things a fan would know. Which sounds so strange to say, if I’m your wife. And you barely know my name.” “It’s [Y/N],” he answered, before sighing, “I know what you mean, but we can get to know each other.” “Because that makes this somehow normal?” Louis shook his head, “No, but we did get married last night. Something told us that we should.” “Alcohol,” you shot back. “Whatever it was, we’re married. So let’s give this a shot. Well if you want to.” It was so much to take in, in such a short time, “I just need time to wrap my brain around this. I’m still in shock.”</span></h1>
