Mental

-Miranda's POV-

"I now pronounce you man and wife... You may now kiss the bride." Where are the chainsaws to gauge out my eyes and ears? Vivian smiled and squeaked a bit as my father tipped her back and kissed her for what seems like forever but in reality maybe five seconds. Everyone started clapping, flashes from cameras blinding everyone who was standing up front.

They started walking down the aisle, people throwing rice as the marriage tradition does. After Vivian and my dad had walked down the aisle, next the Maid of Honor and the Best Man. I waited my turn where I met in the middle with Harry as he grabbed on to my arm. I pretended to be happy through all of this as i had promised my mother I would do. "You look stunning." Harry whispered in my ear.

I didn't want to come out like a total ass, so I said something nice back; "Thanks, you clean up nice yourself." I said, and he did. I noticed he had taken out his piercings and covered up all his tattoos. We didn't talk the rest of the way down the aisle until we came to the end. "Save me a dance at the reception will you?"

I shrugged my shoulder. Why was he asking me to dance with him? Didn't he understand our relationship, that there wasn't one. "Promise me." He growled in my ear.

"Yes Harry."

"Yes what?"

I rolled my eyes fixing the bottom helm of my dress. "Yes Harry, I'll save you a dance." He smiled and walked away to where ever the hell he goes when he mysteriously disappears. I stayed at the entrance door as all the guest walked out. I waited for my mother to come out as she was taking pictures. I tried to tell her to stop but she wouldn't.

"Mother!" I exclaimed, covering my face with my hands. No matter how much you tell her she will never stop taking pictures of you. No matter how much you dislike pictures, she's always had a camera up her ass to take pictures at the most embarrassing moments and decided to put them on the Christmas cards.

"I never get to see you in a dress, so this is a treat for everyone." I grabbed her camera and put the strap around my neck. She tried to grab it from me but there was no use, no way in hell was she getting it back tonight.

Vivian and my father were in one limo on the way to the reception hall and the best men, and bridesmaids in another. The others were drinking it up at the mini bar, as for me I was sipping on water. Though technically I'm old enough to drink here in England. Harry hadn't joined us for the ride, not like I cared or anything. My uncles tried to make conversation with me so I didn't feel so awkward, but it wasn't working. We hadn't seen each other in over eight years and there wasn't much to catch up on besides that I'm graduating in a few weeks.

When we arrived at the reception hall we had to wait for a half an hour to go in, to wait for all the guest to arrive. We had to go in with our partners and well for me, my douche bag of a partner was no where to be found. I had waited to go in last, so it wouldn't look so awkward for me. I heard the music in the reception hall going as they introduced everyone in the wedding before the bride and groom walk in. "Harry and Scott's daughter Miranda." The MC said, I took in a deep breath before I started walking with the flowers in my hand. All of a sudden there he was, Harry fucking Styles. Late like always.

"You're late, again." I whispered under my breath.

"Oh you missed me?"

"Never said that, now did I?" We walked in and everyone was clapping. I walked over to the table with the rest, sitting next to Harry and Olivia.

"And now for the bride and groom, them self. Vivian and Scott Delson." Everyone rose from their seats clapping, cameras flashing.

They both smiled and kissed as their paid photographer took a shot. They walked over to their table set for two in the middle of the room, in front of the dance floor. We all sat back down in our seats as the MC hit the music.

They served dinner, and then cake a bit later. No one had even touched the dance floor and I was pretty sure that it was getting dusty by just looking at it. I know people wanted to go up their and dance, but not being the one who stands up their awkwardly and dances by themselves. A slow song turned on and still the room was loud but the dance floor was quiet. "Harry." I nudged him trying to get his attention.

"Hmm?"

"Come on, you want that dance or not?" I said, he nodded and stood up grabbing my hand. I believe the song was 'Hero' by Enrique Iglesias. I followed up behind Harry as he led me on to the dance floor. He out his hands on my hips and I wrapped mine around his neck, as I laid my head on his chest.Let me be your hero

Would you dance
If I asked you to dance?
Would you run
And never look back?
Would you cry
If you saw me crying?
And would you save my soul, tonight?

Would you tremble
If I touched your lips?
Would you laugh?
Oh please tell me this.
Now would you die
For the one you loved?
Hold me in your arms, tonight.

I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.

Would you swear
That you'll always be mine?
Or would you lie?
Would you run and hide?
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
I don't care...
You're here tonight.

I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.

Oh, I just want to hold you.
I just want to hold you, oh, yeah.
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
Well, I don't care...
You're here tonight.

I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain, oh, yeah.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.

I can be your hero.
I can kiss away the pain.
And I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
You can take my breath away.

I can be your hero.

In the middle of the dance people had noticed people were actually on the dance floor and decided to join. I looked over at my father and gave him a look to get his white boy ass to get up on the dance floor. He nodded and mouthed "Thank you" to me.

"This is kind of nice, you know. Me and you dancing."

"Yeah, don't get your curls into a twist. This is a one time thing." I reminded him.

"That's what you think." I could feel his smirk rise. The song finally ended and I tried to tug away from his grip but he wouldn't let go of me. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked.

"Going to go sit down."

"We had a deal."

"The deal was, one dance. Nothing more." I started to walk away "You'll be begging for more later." I heard him say.

"In your dreams Harold."

"Dreams do come true."

I giggled through my teeth and found my mother sitting down talking to my aunt Gloria. "Hi sweetie." My mother greeted me. I smiled and took the seat next to her grabbing her fork and taking a bite of her cake.

"You and Harry looked cute up there together, I got some pictures." She tried to show me, but I refused. I was going to delete those later, one way or another.

"Mother, you know I don't like sarcasm, nor lying."

"Who said I was lying? Really. He's a nice kid." Where is the police to take a high alcohol test when you need one. Someone must've slipped something in her drink or something. Could she be high? I just listened to her rant on about what ever the hell she was talking about until she had excuse her self to the ladies room.

I sat in her seat and finished her cake for her, cause she was on this new diet thing and I knew she wasn't going to finish it. I thought I was alone at the table until I felt the same pair of hands on my knee. "Can I help you?" I asked turning my head over to see Harry.

"Come." He said standing up.

"Come where?" I asked.

"Don't be so stubborn and just trust me." I stood up and followed him out of the reception hall. It was six o'clock so it was getting pretty dark out. The reception hall was just near the lake, there were a couple boats out on the lake. "Why are we out here?" I asked him, it was getting pretty cold out, I think he had realized that as he handed me his jacket. I thanked him and pulled it over my shoulders.

"Do you always ask so many damn questions?" He laughed.

I ignored him and followed the path down to the lake. All of a sudden there was a gun shot. I looked over at Harry with a worried expression. We started picking up the pace going to the scene of the sound. We came down to the shore of the lake and found a man hovering over a girl, a quest of the wedding maybe. He was wearing all black and was holding a gun. I hid behind Harry. He had finally noticed us and started running towards us, throwing the gun up in the air, landing in Harry's hands.

"Shit." He cursed. We ran down over to the lifeless body on the shore, and I had no clue who it was but she seemed to be around our age. Her underwear was pulled down to her ankles and her dress pulled up to her stomach so everything below was exposed.

I could hear sirens in the distance knowing someone probably heard the gun shot and had called 911. Harry looked down at the gun and threw it in the lake. "Why did you do that?" I exclaimed.

"It's got my finger prints all over it. Come on, follow me."

"What why?"

He didn't say anymore before he lifted me up putting me up and over his shoulders. "Harry!" I shouted, banging on his back.

"Shut up!" He whisper-shouted at me.

Before I knew I was being put in the front seat of a car. Harry jumped into the drivers seat, and roared up the engine. I saw the police entering the parking lot and that's when Harry backed up swerving. I looked out the window and saw everyone running out of the reception hall. He started off driving like everyone else.

"Harry, what the hell is going on?"

He didn't answer me. I couldn't process what was going on, one minute I was eating the scraps off my mothers plate and now I'm running away from the police with Harry.

What the hell?

An hour later we were driving into a hotel parking lot. He got out of the car and went to the trunk opening it up. I looked out the back and saw him with a laser gun pointing it at the security camera's in the parking lot. "Get out." He instructed me, I did what I was told and got out.

"We have to ditch this car." He informed me. He went to the next car over and went under the car, jumping it. The car was soon unlocked and running. "Get in."

I didn't say anything all I did was get in the car.

I had fell asleep in the car on our way to who knows where. I had half awaken heard Harry talk on the phone to someone, saying he needed a place for a while. Once I was fully asleep I was lifted up then woken by Harry's arms under me. He opened the door to a house, that had looked abandoned when I peeked open my eyes.

I was soon placed in a bed. "Sorry about this Miranda." I heard Harry say before he turned off the lights.

And that was that.

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