I looked over her shoulder into the mirror. She quietly thanked me while making eye contact through the mirror. She looked stunning. I rubbed her shoulders, after seeing the nervous look on her face. Her face slowly softened.
Today was the day that I was going to have a mom. I never thought that someone would be able to handle my dad, and love him all at the same time.
I was helping reed into her wedding dress, it was beautiful. It was tight around her until it got to the waist then the fluffed outward from there. It had red jewels on the sleeves, since the wedding was red and white themed.
I was honored when Reed asked me to be her maid of honor, since she has sisters that could of taken that place but instead she asked me. I'm almost sad that her and dad are moving to L.A because I really enjoy Reed's company. But I'm also glad because then I can take some work off my fathers shoulders and he can live a happier life with his new wife.
“Do you need me to zip up the zipper?” She asked as she sipped on her glass of green tea.
I nodded trying to reach the back zipper of this dress. The dress was the red of the jewels on Reed's dress. It's not something I'd wear, but it's something that Reed wanted so I agreed.
She said I looked older, and sexy. I laughed when she said that, because if I would of picked this out myself my father would of had my ass. But since Reed picked it out my father was okay with it. He of course argued a bit but eventually gave into Reed's request.
She zipped it up my back and a little bit up my neck, before sitting down on the couch, and sipping her tea. I thanked her, before slipping on my black stilettos. It added a couple inches to my height.
“I know you'll never call me mom, but I just want you to know that I'm happy I finally have a daughter.” She stood up and gave me a hug.
I was shocked, how was I supposed to respond to that. A few seconds later I was hugging her back. She withdrew from me, and smiled at me. The door flew open and there stood a familiar 23 year old man. He just stood there making eye contact with me, he didn't say a word. Reed awkwardly coughed, and Harry's eyes snapped to make eye contact with Reed.
“You two look very lovely.” Harry finally said.
“Thank you Harry.” Reed smiled at Harry.
I blushed at his words and look towards the ground, hoping he won't realize I'm blushing. Reed nudged me, my eyes snapped up to hers. She had a smile on her spread across her face. She mouthed 'The power of showing a little cleavage.' I rolled my eyes before looking over at Harry who was awkwardly standing.
Out from behind Harry was a man that looked about my fathers age, he stood behind Harry, smiling at Reed.
“Hi dad.” Reed smiled before walking over and wrapping her small arms around his large body.
I smiled at the exchange. Reed's dad snapped his eyes up to me after Reed let go of him. “Oh this is Darik's daughter, Synthia. It's she lovely.” He smiled at me.
“Well we better get going.” Harry reminded us, all about the wedding.
I held up my pointer finger, to say one second. I speed walked into the other room to grab mine, and Reed's bouquets. I entered the room again and handed Reed hers. She then linked her arm with her dad's and I did the same with Harry.
Harry whispered in my ear “You looked way better with a graphic tee and a pair of joggers on.” I blushed as he reminded me of the time he came over, we watched movies, and ate pizza. I looked like a hot mess that night.
During the ceremony Reed started crying, my dad chuckled at her the entire time. I smiled at them the entire time. Harry was dad's best man so I could see Harry from the position I was in. Harry kept on staring at me, which made me automatically feel insecure under his stare. Harry was a kind person, but he was overall very intimidating.
My dad's half was filled with mostly his employee's and only two uncles, that I've never met before. It was sad knowing that the majority of my father's family hates him, or dislikes him. I was pretty much the only blood-related family he really has.
I was at the bar and I drank a glass or two of red wine, since we where in Rome, I was legally aloud to drink. My dad and Reed have been dancing most of the time. Harry was off doing whatever, I didn't really care what he was doing. He's a adult, and he can do whatever he wants to do.
That thought didn't keep me from thinking about what possibly he was doing. At one point I thought he was maybe somewhere having sex with a random chick. But then the next moment I guessed he was probably dancing on the dance floor. I was probably way off, but at that moment I didn't care.
Someone sat a few seats over to me, I looked over and saw a boy that looked about my age. His hair black hair was a mess he looked like he just woke up from a long night of sleep but his clothes tell me otherwise. He downed a shot of vodka, sighed after it went down and he put the shot glass down.
I decided to turn back to my glass of red wine, and take a sip before playing with the smooth rim on the glass. I felt a pair of eyes on the side of my face, I look and found out it was his stare. He had hazel eyes I learned as I stared right back at him. He got up and sat in the empty bar stool next to me. I'd normally feel uncomfortable by a stranger doing this but he just gave off this friendly vibe that made me relax.
“So you're Darik's daughter right?” He asked me, never loosing eye contact.
I nodded, and took a sip of the drink in my hands. He ordered a beer, breaking the eye contact for just a few seconds before regaining it.
“My dad works for your dad, well now you, but...” He trailed off.
I smiled at him “What's your name?”
“My name is Corry Dex. I know yours is Synthia Hass by the way.” He chuckled, I giggled.
“Well Mr.Dex thank you for introducing yourself to me.” I smiled.
There was a cough coming from behind us, the both of us looked at who it came from. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Corry roll his eyes.
“Hey Harry.” I took a sip of wine.
“Are you drinking?” I nodded, he ran a hand through his curls “Well would you like to dance? If you're not busy with whatever this is.” His hand gestured to Corry
“Shut up Styles.” Corry growled turning his back towards Harry.
“What are you doing talking to Synthia?”
“Just trying to do what your doing Styles” Corry now faced Harry “Everyone knows you like her Harry, I mean who wouldn't. She's hot.”
My eyes widened I looked at Harry, does he actually like me? No he doesn't he never will.
Harry grabbed Corry's collar and slammed his back into the bar. “Stay away from Synthia you little bitch.” He growled. Harry let go of Corry's collar, grabbed my hand and dragged me outside.
“Harry...” I mumbled kind of scared of him at him right now.
He stopped and turned towards me “Synthia, he's nothing but trouble okay stay away from him.” He then kept walking.
“You can't tell me what to do. It's not like you're my boyfriend, Harry.” I huffed and wiggled my arm out of his grip.
He stopped and looked me in the eyes “He's just doesn't have a future okay, he's into drugs, he has no goals in life, and he's just going to take you down with him. I'm just worried about you. Okay?”
“But what did he mean about you liking me?” I hesitantly asked afraid of the answer.
He swallowed and didn't say anything. I huffed, I knew he would never like me I was stupid for even thinking for a second that he could like me.
“Let's just get to the hotel.” I mumbled, and started walking in front of him. I fought off the tears, I'm so stupid, that thought just kept running through my head.
“Hey Synthia.” He called from behind me. I didn't turn around “How do you feel about me?” I finally turned around and made eye contact with the gorgeous man in front of me.
“I-i like you H-harry,” I stuttered afraid of his reaction. “I just don't want it to be weird between us, because you probably don't even like me.”
He licked his bottom lip, and stared at me. “You like me?” I nodded. “ I like you to Synthia I really do, but you and me, just, just your father would kill me if he found out, that you had feelings like that for me.”
I took in a shaky breathe, before nodding my head, my bottom lip shook a little. “Let's just get back to the hotel okay?” I felt rejected, even though I wasn't. Just me and him wouldn't ever happen. My father would kill me and Harry first.
When we finally got to our rooms-we had rooms next to each other-and we both opened the doors in between each room so we could go into each others room.
“I'm going to get out of this dress.” I told Harry. He nodded and took a seat on the couch.
I entered the bathroom and kicked of my stilettos. I took my hair out of it's up-do. I tried to take my dress off but I couldn't reach the zipper. I at first didn't want to get Harry's help but I wasn't going to sleep in this dress. I called his name. He knocked before opening the door.
“Can you unzip this dress?” I awkwardly asked. He swallowed before nodding getting behind me, and placing his large hands on my back. Goosebumps formed on my back, from his touch. He kept one hand on my back and the other one slowly unzipped the dress down to my tail bone. I held onto my chest so the dress wouldn't fall down. I awkwardly 'thanked' him before he walked out of the bathroom.

Notes

Just fall more and more in love with this story with every chapter that I write.