Niall: “You look so beautiful." wewe heard someone say. wewe turned around to see Niall standing at the door with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. “Niall! Get out this is bad luck!" wewe screamed. “Nonsense! That stuff isn’t true." he alisema as he strutted towards you. “Besides, I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to sneak a peak." he alisema giving wewe a wink and a kiss on the cheek.

Liam: “I think this is the one!" wewe squealed as wewe stepped out of the dressing room. Your mom and Marafiki all clapped and nodded with approval. As happy as wewe were that they liked it, wewe were zaidi concerned with how Liam felt. “Liam, baby? What do wewe think?" wewe asked. “You look exactly how I imagined." he alisema with a tear rolling down his face.

Louis: “Knock, knock?" wewe alisema softly, opening up the door to Louis dressing room. “What are wewe doing? I’m not supposed to see you!" he said, covering his eyes. “Oh, Lou. I don’t care about any of that. I really needed to see you…" wewe trailed off. “What’s that matter?" he questioned, standing up and meeting wewe half way. “Are wewe sure we’re ready?" wewe whispered. “I asked myself the same thing a little while ago…" he said. “And?" wewe asked. “And then I saw wewe in that dress and every shed of doubt I had left my mind."

Harry: “Harry, come in here will you?" wewe called to Harry from your bedroom. “What’s u-oh my gosh." he alisema in shock as he stood gawking at you. “Do wewe like it?" wewe questioned, smoothing down the front of your dress nervously. “I, I upendo it. wewe look perfect." he smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Thank God. I was so worried you’d hate it." wewe laughed. “I wouldn’t care if wewe walked down that aisle in shorts and a raggedy tee shirt. All that matters is that it’s you. That’s all I need."

Zayn: “Well?" wewe asked, walking out of the dressing room. Zayn broke out into a smile and stood up. “I adore it, darling." he said. “Really?" wewe questioned, a little unsure of your bold choice. “Really. It shows off your baby bump perfectly." he replied, putting his hands on your 8 mwezi pregnant belly. “I think she likes it too, because she’s kicking up a storm!" he laughed with a boyish twinkle in his eye.