Well, there will be an epilogue to this short story! For now, enjoy chapter 2! Reviews are encouraged, and please feel free to message me or read my other stories. C: if you have any requests (one shots), just ask me, and I'll try and fit them into my schedule.

Austin's POV

6 months later.

Almost three years ago, I would have never thought that Oliver and I would be where we were today; meeting, hanging out, and then going into an unexpected long distance relationship. He was always on tour, but then again, so was I. I wanted to ask him the "question" a year ago, but I was too nervous, and I thought he would've said no.

I glanced out from my balcony, feeling the breeze endure against my face, and I felt a sigh of relief over take me. I closed my eyes, and raised my arms, never feeling so free. I glanced up at the sky, and imagined my mother staring down at me, with bright happy eyes, and a grin that would make a whole crowd stare. I smirked lightly, before turning, and heading inside. I left the balcony doors open, and went to my mirror.

Today was the day that Oliver and I were finally going to get married.

I was nervous as hell, but also excited. Back when I had first met Oliver, he never once talked about marriage, or even wanting a family. Ever since we opened up more to each other, I realized how kind hearted and genuine of a person he was. The family aspect of it still wasn't clear, but I knew he wanted this. He wanted to be with me; forever.

I called up my friend, Alan, and asked him when we should go down to the beach to help set up. He did his usual response, a confused grunt, and then an awkward silence.

"Come ON man! I'm getting married! Sound more optimistic about it!" I laughed into the phone, along with a soft snort, and ran around trying to find some casual clothes to wear. I went into my closet and got out Alan and I's tuxedos. I crouched down and started to pet my kitten, Sugar Cube. Alan was obsessed with her, and I couldn't blame him. She was so small, and just an white puff ball. I picked her up and kissed her gently on the head, before having her meow and lightly pat at my nose, before I giggled and put her down on the floor. I stood up, and grabbed my car keys.

"I just sort of decided for us, sorry. Meet me down there right now." He groaned, but started laughing when he heard me snort again. We hung up, and I got into my car, started it, and backed out onto the street. Once I started driving, I tapped the steering wheel with anticipation. I was worried everything wouldn't look right, or the colors wouldn't match. Damn, I was starting to sound like Kellin.

Kellin, along with Vic, were being my best men. As well as Alan, but that was pretty obvious. Jack and Alex were going to be in the first row, along with Oliver and the rest of our band mates. Also, my dad and Oliver's parents. I sighed deeply and once I got to the beach, I got out and smile, looking around and seeing a black arch with red roses intertwined around it, along with black chairs scattered about. Kellin was complaining about how it looked more Gothic Vampire wedding than a beautiful ceremony, but he secretly liked it. White was cliché, anyway.

There was a pathway that was created by a lining of candles, and even though it looked some what similar to my proposal to Oliver, I was sure he wouldn't have cared. He didn't care about decorations, anyway. God, I was really curious to see how that little foreign man would look; probably amazing, like always. I met up with my manager, who helped set up the whole thing.

"Oliver will be walking down those steps in about 8 hours. Why do you guys want it at sun set?" I pursed my lips and smirked, rubbing my tattooed neck.

"Because that was how I proposed to him." My manager groaned, and I could tell that he was going to start complaining, but I quieted him down and playfully put my finger against his lips. He gave me a sheepish look, before pulling away and huffing slightly.

I handed him Alan's tuxedo, and hoped he would be here soon. "Do you know who the receptionists are going to be?"

My manager shrugged and laughed lightly. "Well, they would also be the security of the place, so choose who you think would suit fit." I sighed lightly, and thought about it for a moment. Alex and Jack would have a blast at it…

"Alex Gaskarth and Jack Barakat. Those two would be so entertained." My manager nodded, agreeing. He wrote it down, and glanced at me. "Are you sure you trust those two to be responsible enough to handle such a big task?" I grunted, smiling and running my fingers through my hair.

"Come on man, have some faith in them."

He sighed before shrugging and shooing me off. "Very well. Come back here in a few hours and we'll get you guys looking nice and pretty." I smiled and jogged off, wanting the day to come around faster.

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It was 6 o clock, and I nervously stood there with Alan and the rest of my best men, who were looking at their tuxedos and laughing, talking about how they said I'd be the last one to ever get married; especially to someone as incredibly sweet and sexy Oliver was. I shrugged, licking my lips and wiggling my eye brows, then I snorted and laughing, twirling around slightly and pushing on Alan's shoulder. "God dammit, man. I hope you have some fried chicken here, because if there's going to be any of that nasty shit going on after wards, I'm needing some snacks to keep me from gagging." He joked, and I punched his shoulder.

"Yeah-yeah, just hurry up and get dressed." Phil said, practically reading my mind, and we got dressed in stalls on the beach, coming out and looking each other over. We approved, and Alan helped me with my bow. "It's kind of emotional seeing you all dressed up." He murmured, and I glanced down at him with a small smile.

"Are you going to end up crying when I walk down the isle with Oliver?" Alan scoffed lightly, and shook his head.

"Probably not. It's not like you guys are going anywhere. We're sticking as a band, you're moving into Oliver's place, and you guys will live happily ever after." He sort of mocked me, but oh well. I was simply way to happy to even give a shit. But I was tempted to say a ginger joke, but I kept it to myself.

Alex, who was helping Jack with his tie, kissed him afterwards. Jack smiled, and nuzzled his neck, and Alex bit his lip and held back a laugh. I got in between the two of them in a joking way, and had my hands on their chests. "Jeez, guys. PDA much?" Jack laughed, as well as me, and Alex mocked my laugh, but we hugged It out.

"I need you guys to be going to your stations, now. People are going to start arriving." And I was right. As they stood there at the top of the steps, where Oliver would come down, they asked peoples names, wrote them down, and checked IDs.

I nervously sat down on the sand, staring out into the water, and sighing lightly. Alan came up behind me, and patted my shoulder before sitting down besides me. "Are you scared?" He asked, staring at the water as well. I shrugged, then smiling lightly and shaking my head.

"Not really. I love Oli, and I wouldn't do anything to try and hurt him. I want that boy so bad, that it hurts." He groaned lightly. He rubbed his face lightly, and Alan suddenly thumped my head.

"Didn't you just say an hour ago you were going to style your hair?!" I blinked, before slapping my hands onto my cheeks and looking at him. "Please tell me I styled it." Alan faced palmed, and pulled me up, and we rushed back into a shack so he could help me style it.

Another hour passed, and my hair was now spiked up, and I stood down at the isle nervously, under the archway. I stared at the top of the empty stair way nervously, and Jack had moved the podiums aside. I took in a deep breath, and closed my eyes. Oliver's mother already looked like she was going to cry, and her son wasn't even out yet. His father would be leading him down the isle, and then handing him off to me.

I glanced over my shoulder, at the sunset again. It was lowering, and looking more beautiful by the minute. I flinched lightly when I heard Tony Perry's guitar start to make noise, and I was almost afraid to even look up at the top of the concrete stair way that lead down to the beach area. I stared in anticipation, and when I finally saw Oli, I smiled big.

Oliver's POV

The day was nerve racking, getting millions of phone calls and texts explaining how happy they were for Austin and I, and how they wanted a lot of pictures. I was tempted to throw my phone against a wall a few times, but my knob head would probably buy me a new one, and I didn't want that.

I was really appreciative for how much he cared about me; I cared for him the same exact amount he did for me, but secretively a bit more; he would deny it. I was happy all day, as well as nervous. My mother had came into my house, and helped me get my belongings together. I locked up the place and smiled, knowing when I came back, I was going to be a wife.

When we got to the beach, I almost had a bloody heart attack. There was a shack in the up level parking lot, and I couldn't see the beach at all. I nervous chewed on my gum, and I turned up the radio, and Of Mice and Men blared into my ears, and I let out a pleasurable sigh. I slipped off my casual clothing and started to put on my black and red tuxedo. Austin and I decided we would match, and as I was buttoning up my red vest, I glanced down at my wedding ring.

The diamond wasn't obnoxiously huge like a lot of people would like it to be. It was a cute small diamond, with two emerald gems on either side of it, and the first day we met was engraved on the inside of it. I gently kissed it, before smiling and looking at my heavily tattooed body, and finally finished buttoning up the vest. When my mother came to see how I looked, she waved at her face, almost in tears. I kissed her gently on the cheek, and our fore heads touched, before she insisted I should meet up with my father before the music started. As she hurried down the concrete steps to sit down, I walked to my father, and he handed me my bouquet of white roses.

He looked me over, and sighed softly, then smiling. "My song is finally getting married. You hold onto him, and never let him go." I smirked, and we hugged before I nodded.

"I never would dream of it."

We stood a few feet away from the first step of the stair case so we wouldn't be seen, and I was so fucking excited, mainly to see my future husband. When we heard the first few tunes of Tony Perry's guitar and the first soft hits of Mike's drums, I took a deep breath and I wrapped my arm through my fathers, and we headed off. Everyone stood up, and glanced at me, almost in awe. I glanced at everyone, before looking at Austin, who stood there with a shocked expression. He watched me with anticipation with each and every step we took. I closed my eyes, before glancing over and staring at my friends, Lzzy Hale and Haley Williams, who were dating, and they waved at me, before doing a thumbs up. I smirked, before looking at my other side, and seeing Austin's family. They smiled, and I knew they liked me.

I glanced up finally, and took in the beauty of Austin. It wasn't just Austin, it was his best men, as well as mine. Everyone looked smashing, and I felt my heart stop when I realize I was only a few feet away. I glanced up at my lovely, giant of a fiancé, and he licked his lips lightly. My father led me in front of Austin, and we did sheepish grins at each other, and as the pastor started to talk, he motioned for us to be closer, and for my father to hand me off to Austin. My father made a noise, and I wanted to hug him when I realized he was starting to cry.

He gently put my tattooed hand on my lover's own tattooed hand, and then he pulled away, staring at our hands. I bit my lip lightly, and we both gently squeezed each other's hands. We looked at each other, and I let out a nervous sigh. Austin gulped, and then we laced our fingers together with both of our hands, and stared into each other's eyes. I never noticed how good Austin looked with black and red, and he certainly should wear it more. Not that he didn't look good with anything else, but those two colors were really eye catching on him.

"Do you, Austin Carlile, take Oliver Sykes to be your wife?" He did an honest smile, and nodded slightly.

"Yes, I do."

"Do you, Oliver Sykes, taken Austin Carlile to be your husband?" I took a deep breath, before almost whispering, "Yes, I do."

"You may now kiss the bride." The pastor smiled and raised his hands, and Austin cupped my face, before I gasped and laughed, being picked up and staring into his eyes before he kissed me. The kiss wasn't a simple peck, it was deep, and it felt like our first kiss all over again. It made my heart race, and I clutched onto his shoulders lightly.

When we pulled away, he smiled and put me down. The pastor smiled once more, and closed his bible. "Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce you Mr. and Mrs. Carlile."

Everyone cheered, and Tony and Mike smiled as they started playing their instruments once more, and I laughed and threw my bouquet, and Alex pounced over Kellin to try and get it. Kellin ended up elbowing Alex in the face, and they both collapsed. I grasped onto Austin's hand, and I pulled him down the isle, smiling sheepishly and almost shyly at the audience. Haley was crying, and Lzzy was holding her, and doing a fare well nod. I blew a kiss to my mother, and she waved off to me, crying.

All of our band mates ran up the steps after us, laughing and throwing rose petals at us. Austin put down the top to his car so we could feel the cool breeze on our skin. We waved to all the other people of our now connected family, and I glanced at Austin one last time before kissing him. He smiled into the kiss, and kissed the tip of my nose. When he drove off, we went down an empty road, before going on a road that still showed us the sunset and beach.

Austin hauled me onto his lap as he drove, and I screamed lightly, but laughed and hung my head back. He snorted, and I snuggled the side of his head. Ironically, Sleeping with Sirens was on the radio at the time, and I smiled into his soft skin of his cheek when I heard the lyrics.

Met a girl at 23, knew she meant the world to me, so I gave her everything, and she did the same for me.

"Imagine that." I murmured against Austin's skin, and he kissed me once more, before nodding, and holding me close as we drove away from our past, and into the exciting, everlasting future, where both of us would leave our regrets behind and only focus on making a change in the world…

Together…