“And....wait some more seconds...done”, my Mum said as she finally laid down the hairspray.

“What do you say?”, she questioned me and I stared in the mirror.

“I look...good”, I answered surprised.

“You always do, but now you look so pretty”, she squeezed excited. I blushed and wanted to disagree to her, but that moment the bell rang.

“That`s him”, my Mum commented and I stood up. My heels clicked on the floor as I walked down the stairs, while I followed my Mum downstairs.

“You sure I can go like that?”, I asked one more time and instead of my mother my sister answered.

“You look stunning”, she tried to say unimpressed and I rolled my eyes about her stupid try.

I opened the door and there he was, looking more than just handsome in a black tux with a with a simple tie and his curly head. But what took my breath away was his smile. Dimples and shiny eyes.

“Clary, you look...beautiful”, he stumbled and I felt my cheeks blush on the basis of his compliment.

“Oh, god I`m not”, I said uncomfortable and let out an insecure laugh.

“If you only would see yourself right...”, Harry mumbled and I had to blush even more. I stepped out of the door into the warm spring air and kissed my Mum goodbye.

“Thank you again for the hair”, I whispered and she hugged me tight.

“Have a good time”, she replied and I promised her.

Anne and his stepfather picked me up and Harry and me got into the backseat of the car. He took my hand into his and stared at me before he smiled and kissed me softly. I could tell that they were all excited and nervous like hell after some minutes.

It was Gemmas` big day. I was impressed by the church and the simplicity of the old building.

“I have to wait outside for Gemmas` arrival, but you can already take your seat”, Harry told me and I gave him a last kiss before I did what he suggested for me.

Their Dad couldn`t make it so Harry took his part and had to bring her down to the aisle. A friendly woman asked me after my name as soon as I had stepped into the church and she asked me to follow her. I expected a seat in the last row since I only knew Gemma for some months, but the woman finally stopped at the front row.

“Oh, I think there`s a mistake”, I told her, but she shook her head.

“Miss Meyer, my list says that you are related to a family member”, she clarified and I jumped up and down on my inside.

It sounded perfect to me. Related to Mister Styles.

I sat down and waited for the ceremony to start. As soon as the wedding march started I stood up like all the other people in church and turned to the entrance. I frowned as I saw the bridesmaids come in.

The brunette girl looked flawless in her dress, walking down the aisle like a princess. As she passed me she gave me a fake smile and I looked down to the floor. Bitch.

The music started to get louder and my whole attention were given to Harry and the beautiful Gemma, walking down the velvety carpet. Even though Gemma looked amazing, I couldn`t stop watching Harry in his perfection.

He gave me a cheeky smile and a blink as he passed me and I giggled a little bit. He handed Gemma over to her fiance and stepped to my side.

“Oh good, I thought I die”, he whispered into my ear and I smiled back: “You did really good.”

He took my hand into his again and I felt like in trance as the ceremony went by.

Tears. Music. Vows. Rings. Applause.

I followed Harry outside and congratulated both of them, wishing them the best for their new life as married people. I realized the brunette, checking out Harry and I got this stupid feeling again.

She was nearly taking off his clothes with her eyes. Ugh. She was ruining the day completely, but Harry caught my attention again.

“That was only the official part. Are you ready to start the real party?”, he asked and I had to laugh.

“You have no idea how bad.”

(SOME TIME LATER)

“Oh my god, I think I´m gonna burst every second”, I groaned.

“The wedding cake is till up to come”, Harry told me and I widened my eyes in shock.

“Honestly? Do they try to make us end up being fat at the end of this party?”, I asked and Harry laughed.

“They just want us to have the meal of our lives”, he giggled.

“When I burst I won`t have any more time to eat another meal in my life again”, I replied.

“You like to dance the food away?”, he asked me cheeky and pointed to the dance floor, which had been officially opened by the wedding dance already.

“I`ll just head to the bathroom and then we shake the dancefloor”, I uttered and he kissed me.

“Hurry, okay?”

I nodded and walked down to the bathroom. I stared into the mirror and didn`t recognized myself. My cheeks had a healthy colour, my hair fell in a pretty way and I smiled like a foolish idiot. Damn it, Harry! What are you doing to me?, I thought to myself.

I took one least breath and walked back to our table. I looked up and freezed in my movement. Harry looked like he was having a good time...with Stella.

Notes

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