Michael - You walked out in your third dress, your family beginning to get agitated with you picking from the same three dresses for the past 30 minutes. “I like the lace. Just not how low cut it is.” Your mom said, shrugging as Michael’s mom agreed. You sighed and changed into the first one again, your dad’s eyes beginning to water. “You look so beautiful.” He said, wiping his eye as you smiled. “So?” Your helper said, her fingers crossed. “Yes!” Everyone cheered as you hugged your parents, texting Michael to tell him you found a dress.
Luke - “When’s the wedding?” The helper asked, twiddling her thumbs. “2 months.” She smiled and nodded, leading you back to three racks full of dresses. “How about this one?” Your mom held up an older looking one, you making a face. “I don’t think Luke would like that.” She sighed as you two fished through more dresses, you beginning to get emotional. “What if I can’t find one?” She hugged you and sighed. “You will and he will love it and you’ll be so beautiful, baby.” You nodded, thanking your mom as you finally found one, that you and Luke both loved.
Ashton - “Ugly.” Harry said, smiling as he walked around. “You don’t like it?” You asked Ashton’s younger brother, as he shook his head. “Ashton wouldn’t either.” Ashton’s mom giggled as you smiled, walking back to try her pick for you. Since your mother couldn’t make it, Ashton’s family tagged along with you. You stepped out, Harry immediately shaking his head. “But that’s my pick!” His mom whined, as he still shook his head. You held up your finger, going to try on his sisters pick. You walked out and everyone gasped, even Harry. “Love it!” You smiled, picking him up and hugging him as his sister smiled wide at how much you liked her pick.
Calum - “Too much cleavage dear, Cal wouldn’t like it.” Every dress you or your mother picked, Calum’s mom always had one thing she didn’t like about it. Mali-Koa tagged along too, and you started to get emotional. “Hey, you ok?” She asked, rubbing your back as you sat in your robe. “She hates everything about me, she can’t once say I look pretty or anything.” “My mom is very opinionated, she talks for herself and Calum, but try this,” She handed you one last dress, leaving you to change. You walked out, “Well?” She smiled and nodded. “Perfect. You look beautiful.” You smiled, hugging her as she cried into your shoulder.
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5SOS Preferences
FanfictionA series of 5sos preferences. Request are open updating at least 3 times a week. Vote, comment, and follow PLEASE. Most will be from tumblr ill let you know if i write one.
