I'm sorry for no chapter last week, I was busy and wasn't able to upload because of the lack of internet I have at the moment.

This chapter, or really section, has more than one part. That way, the wedding can be the best and be explained in detail. I hope you enjoy.

Chris's P.O.V

"Dan, are you presentable yet?"

"Depends on what you mean by 'presentable."

"Do you have clothes on?"

"Yes."

"Would you like some help?"

"Nah, I'm…actually, yes please. I would love some help right now."

I opened the door and had to bite my tongue, just to withhold the laughter threatening to escape my lips at not a moment's notice. Standing before me, white dress shirt askew, buttons undone, laces training, tie hanging loosely of his neck, thankfully pants on, was groom-to-be, and one of my best friends, Daniel.

"You bloody fool. You know you could have just asked for help, right?"

"I wanted to do it myself. But, I had some issues and I didn't want to seem silly."

"You don't seem silly. To be honest, you look like a nervous wreck. Just, calm down a bit, okay. Everything will be fine, this will be the best day of both yours and Phil's lives so far, and I will make you look fine."

"Do you realise how stereotypically gay and…flamboyant you sound now?"

"YOLO! I never understood what that means."

Dan shook his head, but nevertheless, a smile gracing his face.

"That's better. Now, what have you done? First, let's fix this shirt…"

After about half an hour, Dan's shirt was on properly, buttoned up, his tie in place, and his laces tied.

"Where is your vest and jacket?"

"Uh…oh, over there on the table."

I went and picked the items of clothing up, then handed them to Dan.

"Here, put these on. Please tell me you have eaten."

"Yes, Mum!"

"Now, Daniel. Don't be a little shit. It's my job to make sure you are ready for the wedding. And by the looks of it, apart from that hair of yours, it's done."

"What about my hair?" He asked, patting his hair down self-consciously.

"Um, it's straight. We had a deal. No straighteners. You were not to touch a straightener at all."

"But, my hair looks horrible curly. I'm supposed to look good on my wedding day, not like a giant hobbit!"

"Well, a little birdy requested you wear your hair, 'all natural'. So that is what you will do."

"Fine. How long until we leave? I can't stand waiting anymore."

I checked my watch.

"Hmm, we have to get there early, so….now." I shrugged.

"NOW! Well, may I ask why we are still standing here?"

"We are still standing here because we have not left yet, because we have been talking."

"So, let's stop talking and leave?"

"Alright, boss." We collected what we needed and made sure we were looking good, and left for the wedding venue.

This will be the best wedding of the century.