When Ashton grabs your hand in the elevator, you’re quick to intertwine your fingers while the smile on your face, is starting to hurt your cheeks a bit. As the elevator stops at the floor your hotel suite is on, you don’t even get to take a step out, before Ashton has you literally swooped off your feet and carrying you ‘bridal style’ down the hallway. Giggling the two of you make it to the door of your suite, “You’re so stupid, you know that?” “you wound me my love, my darling wife.” “yeah well... Now put me down husband dearest.” “You’re so drunk aren’t you?” “No... But i might be a little tipsy, dipsy, lipsy.. what did you say again?” “I love you.” “And I love you babylove. Now seriously put me down.” He doesn’t put you down though, instead he swipes the key card and opens the door. Walking inside and kicking the door closed behind him, he kisses your cheek before obeying your ‘orders’ and putting you down. None of you speak for a little while, just taking in the surroundings of the suite, because even though you’ve both spend alot of time in hotel rooms because of the band and touring, it’s safe to say that none of you have ever been in a hotel room that looks like this. Spotting the bed in the other end of the room, you cannot help the child like squeal that escapes your lips, before letting go of Ashton’s hand, and running towards it. Kicking of your heels you quickly climb up the bed and start jumping up and down, as if you were five years old again. You don’t even notice Ashton taking his phone out and taking pictures of you, because you’re having what seems to be the time of your life what with just getting married and all, but there was no way Ashton isn’t gonna document this moment right here. After a little while though you stop and sit down, with your beautiful white wedding dress surrounding you. “Enjoying yourself did you?” “Would have been more fun if my husband would have joined me though.” “Sounds like your husbands an idiot if he missed out on that.” “Yeah well, he’s my idiot and I love him a whole lot.” Taking of his suit jacket and loosening his tie, he toes off his shoes before he climbs the bed and sits down right in front of me. Putting your hand against his cheek and your forehead against his, you try to shake of the nerves before saying, “Will you please help me get my dress off?” “Anything for you, babylove”.