July 21st, 2017
9am.
The sheets of the double bed were clean, white and crisp and almost feather like against your skin, rather contradicting against the sheets you had back home in London. With the little window open in the main bedroom, you could hear the birds tweeting in the tree growing in the yard of Sandhole Farm *** and you could hear the soft patters of people strolling through the streets and nosing in with the arriving families for the wedding; anything to know about the plans and who was getting married. You were pretty sure there were a few fans settling around the perimeter of the fenced off garden and paparazzi were sure to be there to get a glimpse of the day – something you hoped that wouldn’t bother the day up, and you could only pray that they didn’t interfere with your big day.
As you kicked away the duvet covering your body, you immediately regretted doing so and wished you waited just a few more moments to let yourself adjust to even waking up. You sat yourself up and leant back against the headboard and let out a soft sigh. Of course, the regret for pushing the only subject of warmth away was long forgotten when your mind busied itself with the plans for the day – the day you’d been looking forward to for the past 5 months. Your wedding was just hours away, with the officiant giving you the venue at 12pm, you’d decided a time of quarter past to finally officialise your marriage to the man you’d spent 5 years with.
The man who was probably pacing the room in nerves just 3 hours before the nerves should even be kicking in. Harry was panicking and you could feel it – questions like ‘will she still come?’ and ‘what if she changes her mind?’ and ‘what if she decides I’m not the one for her?’ were probably spewing from his mouth to Ed, the one he’d taken to sharing a room with the previous night because it was obvious he would have snuck into your room and spent the night with you; a tradition carried through both sides of the family being as soon as the future bride and groom separate for the night, they were to stay separated until the next time they see one another standing at the aisle in front of their family and friends. It was something both you and Harry had spoken about and something that you wanted to continue into your own little family in the coming future.
You wondered how he was doing. Was he okay? Did he need a comfort hug from his mum? Did he need to know you were okay? You wanted to run down the corridor and up the flight of stairs to where his room was located on the upper floor, and engulf him in your arms and tell him over and over again how excited you were to become his missus, and tell him constantly that you weren’t going to run off and leave him standing at the altar, with his broken heart to cradle.
As you stood from the bed, and shuffled across the carpet to stand by the window, there was a constant knock on the door followed by giggles and a scolding from who you could only guess was Gemma. A shrill yell was heard as the constant pounding on the wooden door continued, a giggle leaving your lips as you ran across the room and pulled the door open; revealing Gemma with a breakfast tray in her hand, and Sophia, both of them still dressed in their pyjamas with their hair thrown up in messy buns and slippers on their feet.
“Oh good, you’re awake. We were beginning to think you were still sound asleep,” Sophia grinned, rubbing her hands together as you pulled her in for a hug. “How are we feeling this morning, then? Nervous?” She asked, as she followed Gemma into the room, watching as she placed the tray of food on the dressing table and fell to the spare bed in the room.
“I’m excited, so excited. I’m marrying my best friend, Soph. I don’t think anything can top that,” you smiled, falling to your bed and rubbing the excess sleep from your eyes. 5 years was enough for you to prove that you and Harry were inseparable; everyone had said how close the both of you were and that you were pretty much already married in their minds. “I’m not going to lie when I say I don’t have nerves, because I do. I have mega nerves, but I just can’t wait to marry him. I love him so much, and I can’t wait for this next chapter.”
“You’re both disgustingly cute. It makes me sick,” Gemma sighed with an amused tone in her voice. A constant teasing was always thrown your way when you went to visit his family when he was off on tour, with scolding’s not only from Anne but from Robin too when Gemma would tease you for being cute with her younger brother. “But seriously, I’m glad he’s got you as his missus. If anything and we all say it, you’ve brought the better side of him out and we couldn’t be a happier family,” Gemma said, lifting the tray back up and setting it on the bed beside you.
“You brought me a breakfast? I’m too nervous to eat, girls. I can’t,” you sighed, leaning up on your elbows and looking at Gemma who had her hands on her hips, her eyebrows raised in a way that Harry would do when you complained about not being hungry. “Gem, don’t. You look a lot like Harry when he does that,” you grinned, as she gave you a ghastly look and scoffed with a smirk before shuffling into the bathroom and closing the door.
“It’s from Harry. We bumped into him when we were leaving the breakfast this morning. He told us he wanted to find us so he could buy you a breakfast. He also gave us a note, which is underneath the orange juice,” Sophia said, as she sat up and crossed her legs over, grinning cheekily as your eyes moved from her to where the orange juice was set on the corner of the tray. “Open it. He wouldn’t tell us what was inside it, so… We’re curious. Open it, c’mon,” she begged, as the toilet flushed and Gemma emerged from the bathroom, tying the drawstrings of her tracksuit bottoms up.
“I have a funny feeling, and knowing my brother, it’ll be a stupid little riddle about the honeymoon,” you heard Gemma say as she settled upon the wooden chair at the dressing table. “But seriously, open it. He’s told no one where you’re going for the honeymoon, and I really want to know so I can cry over how jealous I am.”
The three of your burst into laughter, and just as you reached for the envelope, you begun to feel nervous. Not nervous for everything coming so quickly, but you were nervous about where you were heading for the two weeks after your wedding. You didn’t trust Harry with trips away because you could always guarantee it was somewhere in America or somewhere by Manchester so he was close to feeling homely – LA was somewhere you had told him not to book, so you were hoping he had gone nowhere near the Los Angeles turf. As you ripped open the seal, the pairs of eyes sitting on your bed were staring fondly at you, as you pulled the paper from the constraint. You could recognize the paper from anywhere; his journal. There was a slight dirtiness to the pages from where his ink covered thumb pads would touch the page as he turned the paper over, and there was a tea-coloured tint to the whiteness. It was a note from him, his scrawny handwriting flitting across the page almost illegible and hard to read.
(Y/N). My sweet, sweet (Y/N).
I love you so much. I hope you know that. I can’t wait to see you at the end of that aisle, in your beautiful dress looking all beautiful and gorgeous with that big smile on your face that I know you’re doing whilst reading this right now…
He could read you like the back of his hand. A smile etched its way onto your lips as Gemma cooed lightly and covered her mouth with her hands.
… I hope you like your breakfast, my lovely. I ordered you a bacon butty because I know you can’t resist some bacon, and I’ve put some tomato sauce inside just for you since you love it so much. I’m starting to think you love it more than me Wink wink. Throw that wedding diet out the window because you need to eat some proper grease; you look beautiful as it is, and there is no need to lose any weight…
You rolled your eyes softly, letting out a soft laugh. With the weeks after your dress fitting, you couldn’t afford to put on any excess weight; you wanted to fit perfectly into the white material that would be photographed upon your body.
… Enough of that though. I wrote this note this morning, and I know very well what you want to know – the honeymoon, my darling. Are you just as excited as I am? I cannot wait to get you on that private jet, and take you to the very beautiful island of…
You think I’m going to tell you this easily? You’ll just have to wait a few more hours okay? Tucked deep into the corner of this envelope, there’s a photo. An internet photo, obviously, however it’s where we will be staying for two weeks starting tomorrow…
You looked to Gemma and Sophia, their eyes wide as you reached inside the envelope and pulled out the image he had folded up inside. It was a room, the hotel suite he had booked, the whole room looking like it was built in inspiration of a cave *** and it had the whole Harry look thrown in. It was something that you could see Harry booking, and it was unbelievable that he had found this hotel on his own. You just wish you knew where it was located – and you just hoped he had packed the right clothes for you to wear during your two weeks.
“What’s that?” Gemma asked.
As you looked to her, you felt the tears dribble down your cheeks as you shakily handed her the photo of the room.
“Oh my god. Is this the suite you’re staying in? That’s gorgeous. It looks somewhere exotic. You lucky thing,” Sophia gushed, as she looked over Gemma’s shoulder and looked at the image she held within her grasp. “Liam’s taken me to some pretty beautiful places, but oh my god, this place is gorgeous.”
As Gemma handed you the photo back, you wiped the tears from your eyes and folded the image back up, sliding it back into the envelope.
… I love you a whole bunch. And I can’t wait to see you later. I know you’ve probably got some nerves in that body of yours, and I want you to throw them away. We have nothing to be nervous about. I can’t wait to get you as my own, my love. Get all pretty, say hi the ladies for me, and I’ll see you in a little under 4 hours, my love. I can’t wait to kiss you, and I can’t wait to stand at the altar and fall even more in love with you.
I don’t know if you can smell anything but I sprayed a little of my cologne upon this paper. Just to make you feel less nervous. And to remember what I smell like, in case you forgot. Oh! And it’s probably the cologne I will be wearing when you see me later on. Enjoy it. If you like it, I’ll but more, since I only brought this for our wedding.
I love you.
Your husband to be, Harry. xxx
“(Y/N), are you okay? You’re crying. Let’s just thank god that you aren’t wearing any make-up yet,” Gemma laughed, as she stood from her place on the spare bed and engulfed you into her warm arms. Arms that felt just like Harry’s, and were vaguely homely and ones that just reminded you of your fiancé’s hugs.
“He’s just so loving, oh my god. Gemma, how did I get so lucky?” You whispered, your voice wet and raw from tears, a soft sob-like laugh leaving your lips. “Like, how did I ever end up with someone so amazing? He’s incredible and I love him so much, Gemma. I love him so much,” you whispered, as you dropped your head to her shoulder and let your emotions out – one thing that Harry and Gemma had most in common was their comforting hugs when people were feeling emotional.
“Hey, oh my goodness, I really don’t think Harry expected you to cry, love. Hey, it’s okay,” she cooed softly into your ear, as Sophia pouted at the scene and stood up to join the hug in the middle of the room. “He loves you so much. You’ve literally captured his heart and made him the happiest person he could ever be. There’s no need to cry, love. Oh my gosh, stop,” Gemma laughed wetly as Sophia looked to Harry’s sister and noticed her soft tears.
“I swear we’re all lucky to not be wearing out wedding make-up.”
* *

10:00am.
His hand reached for the towel settled upon the back of the bathroom door, the plush and fluffy material soft beneath his fingertips. He could hear his groomsmen in the bedroom of his and Ed’s room, and he knew that as soon as he stepped foot into that room, the immense amount of stressful wedding beginnings was going to hit him. He knew he was ready to take this big step, and he knew that as soon as the wedding beginnings were taking place, the whole thing would become more real. His other hand reached behind him to twist the water knob off, whilst his other helped him brace himself straight up and as soon as his bare feet hit the carpet of the tiled floor, he tugged the towel around his hips and brought his palms to rest on the counter top.
“Harry, mate. Come on. We need to get dressed and head to the venue next door. Lou will be here soon, as she’s gotta do us all and then head over to your missus and the girls,” Louis called, knocking his knuckle against the wooden bathroom door. It was now or never; stepping out of this bathroom would be one more step closer to calling you his wife and that was enough motivation get him out and to get himself ready. “Harry? You alright in there? Not fallen asleep in the shower?” Louis snickered.
“No. I’m fine. Just, thinking is ‘all,” Harry replied, as he looked at himself in the small mirror above the vanity. His wet and freshly washed hair hung limply down his face, strands sticking to his forehead whilst other strands tickled at his ears. He smiled softly when he as he ran his fingers through his hair before letting it fall back into his original place and sticking back to his skin. “Is Lou here yet? Just, I need to dry my hair and stuff,” Harry called through the door, as a pair of feet shuffled up.
“She’s text me, mate. She’s on her way t’ t’e hotel from t’e one she stayed at wit’ Lux,” Niall said, pushing down on the door handle. “You want t’ let me in, mate? I need a piss,” he murmured, as the sound of Louis’ raucous laughter sounded around the small room. “Shu’ up Tommo. I’m hones’ly debating in me’ head to piss in your tea,” Niall hissed, as Harry rolled his eyes from inside the bathroom before preceding to dry his legs and slide his boxers up his thighs.
“I’m coming out now. No need to piss in anyone’s tea, Niall,” Harry said, as he used the towel in his hand to dry his hair a little before Lou turned up to sort their make-up and hair out. He emerged from the doorway, to see Nick laid on his bed, Ed still lying in bed along with Liam and where Niall was supposedly sitting beside him. Louis was settled upon the chair at the dressing table, a mug of tea from the kitchen and dining area of the accommodation sat in front of him. “Now you can go in, Niall,” Harry said.
“You good, mate? Ready to get married, hm?” Nick asked, as he sat up to let Harry settle by his feet. “It’s yer’ big day today, H. Where’s that smile of yer’s?” He teased, kicking his bare foot into Harry’s waist. “How do you think yer’ missus is feeling? I bet she’s walking round her room, going bride crazy about how her bouquet isn’t matching her dress or how her dress isn’t the one she initially wanted,” Nick laughed, as the boys in the room erupted in a raucous chuckle. A muffled laugh coming from the bathroom, so Niall was definitely listening in.
“My missus isn’t like that, Grim. If anything, she’s probably fluttering around the room with my sister and the girls, talking and chattering about the wedding. Probably trying to figure out the honeymoon destination where I’m taking her,” Harry grinned cheekily, rubbing his hands together as he stood up from the bed and stood in front of the wardrobe; the wardrobe holding the 6 suits for the men to wear.
“Are we getting dressed now? Ready for Lou? Because I need a shower,” Ed stated, as he stood from the bed and shuffled around Liam and took place in the door of the bathroom that Niall had exited from. “If you tell Lou I’m in here, she can do me last and I should be done by then,” Ed said, as he disappeared into the brightly lit bathroom and closed and locked the door behind him. As Ed went inside the bathroom, Harry pulled his suit (jacket) (shoes) (trousers) (shirt) out from inside the wardrobe, laying it gently upon the bed.
“I can’t believe you’ve actually got a Saint Laurent suit,” Louis said in disbelief, shaking his head as he nursed the mug of tea in his hands. “Does your missus know you’ve got one? Or are you not planning on telling her until after the wedding?” Louis grinned, bringing the rim of the mug to his lips and gulping down the rest of the tea left inside the china. As he placed his mug back down, he stood from his place in the chair and walked over to grab his own suit *** from inside the wardrobe.
“She had a faint idea that I was going to wear something from YSL. So, I think she has some idea of the fact we went to YSL,” he chuckled, as he lifted the shirt up and unbuttoned the buttons of it, sliding the crisp white material over his shoulders and letting it hang down his body. As his fingers nimbly down up the buttons of the shirt, a knock on the door sounded around the room, and Liam was the first to stand up to greet whoever was on the other side of the door.
“Lou! Hello, love. Come in, come in. We’re just getting dressed at the moment, so bear with us,” Liam smiled, pressing a kiss to the blonde haired women and letting her inside the room. As he looked down, he could see a tired looking Lux following behind, her eyes dropping as she clung to the blanket the boys had brought her for her birthday just last year. “Hi, Lux,” Liam smiled, as he ran a hand over her head before closing the door behind them and following them into the room. Just as he turned, he could see Lou settling her make-up and hair utensils upon the dresser that Louis had cleared, and he could see Harry pulling on his dress trousers and smiling widely as Lou pulled him in for a hug.
“How is my little Harry getting married already, huh? I can’t believe it,” she smiled, cupping his cheeks in her hands before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Are we ready then? You look too handsome in your suit, mister. If you weren’t with such a wonderful woman and if I didn’t have a boyfriend, I’d whisk you to Vegas and marry ye’ myself,” Lou grinned, dropping her hands to her sides as the boys inside the room erupted into laughter.
“If I had a worse woman, I’d nag you off to Vegas too, Louise,” Harry grinned, as he bent down and looked to a sleepy looking Lux. “Hey, little lady. You excited to be Uncle Harry’s flower girl today, hm?” He whispered, settling his hands at her sides and bringing her to his chest. She smelt soft and sweet, and Harry knew that she had begged her mother to wear some of her perfume – because he was sure he had smelt that smell before. “Auntie (Y/N) is just as excited to see you today, you know that? She has your dress in her room, and she’s been so looking forward to see you all dressed up,” Harry smiled, as Lux wrapped her arms around his neck and insisted her stood up with her.
“She’s been very clingy today, Harry. So be careful when you set her down. We might have some tears,” Lou said, as Lux whined and rolled her head against his shoulder, her face knocking against his neck. “Lux, sweetheart, be careful with Harry’s suit now. That’s some precious cargo,” Lou smiled, as she looked around the room. “Who am I doing first?” Louis stepped forward after buttoning his trousers up, shuffling across the floor and settling down in the seat he’d sat in for the most of the morning. “I’ll want to do Harry as late as possible so he doesn’t mess up the hair style *** I give him,” Lou said, as she set to work upon Louis.
“I wouldn’t mess my hair up, Louise. I’d give it a sense of my own style, okay?” Harry grinned, falling to the carpeted floor beneath the window of the room. Lux fell to the ground between his straightened out legs and she curled against his tummy, her blanket tucked into her hand with her other free hand drawing over the tattoos littered on Harry’s arm. “You alright, poppet? What’s wrong with my favourite little lady, hm? Why are you so quiet?” Harry whispered, as Lux shook her head. Her wispy hair was catching under the momentum of her head moving and ticking at her cheeks as well as Harry’s bare skin.
“Uncle Harry spends more time with (Y/N),” she whispered, looking up at him. Her doe eyes soft and almost tear filled and Harry swore he felt his heart ache. She was his little lady. He looked after her when she needed looking after – he was the first one on call on Lou’s phone when she needed an urgent babysitting because she knew Harry would drop anything to be with her. He made sure to spoil her around her birthday and he made sure to make time to see her during Christmas to spoil her even more. “You won’t be around me today,” she muttered, tilting her head down and looking at her dirty white Adidas that Louis and Lottie had taken to buying.
“Hey, that’s not true, my little lady. I’m saving you a special dance for the party this evening, yeah? And you get to be mine and (Y/N)’s flower girl. I think that’s a very special part in my wedding, huh?” Harry said, his voice soft and almost feathery to her ears. Of course he’d saved her a special dance; you’d promised Lux that you’d happily share Harry with her and you were more than up for looking after her at weekends when she wanted to see her favourite member. “You just have to understand that Uncle Harry is starting his own life now, okay? I wouldn’t ever, ever let you go, poppet. I promise you.”
Harry had a feeling jealousy was evident in her little body; and he knew Lou was keeping it from him. It took time for the four year old to become comfy around you personally; you were ‘stealing Harry’ from her and she didn’t like it. However it didn’t take long for her to grow accustomed to you – you took her for a sneaky McDonalds one night when the boys had a show at the O2 in London back on the first world tour they had. Lux was infatuated with Harry, and she was a typical small girl who had an obsession with her favourite person; and anyone who took over from her position of ‘Harry's favourite lady’ was going to get a bunch of angered looks from the four year old and some little cheeky ways of her behaviour.
“Pinkie promise?” She whispered, holding her tiny little finger up to Harry.
“I pinkie promise, I won’t ever let you go.”
(Ed’s suit)
(Nick’s suit)
(Liam’s suit)
(Niall’s suit)
* *
11:00am.
A knock sounded around the room just as Lou finished off your make-up, and adjusted the pin holding your hair up *** and settled flowers amongst your messy up-do – a messy up do fit for a wedding and a messy up-do that Harry had taken a liking to one Sunday morning in the previous few years. Your bridesmaids were dressed, applying more mascara to their eyes as Sophia shuffled across the room, dodging where you and Louise were sat by the dresser, pulling it open and revealing Anne *** and your mother dressed in their wedding attire.
“Hello, sweetpea! Oh my goodness, you look gorgeous. Look at this hair,” Anne whispered, as she held you at arm’s length and cupped your elbows in her hands. She admired you like a second daughter, she really did. Which helped when Gemma looked to you a second sibling; ‘the sister she never had’ is what she called you because she felt possibly closer to you than any of her closer girl friends. “I’m so serious, sweetheart. Oh my goodness, Harry will just die over this,” Anne laughed, as you looked down at the clothing on your body. An old white t-shirt of Harry’s *** tugged over your body as well as a pair of chequered blue and white sleep shorts.
“Wait till he sees her in the dress,” Sophia laughed, as Lou let out a soft squeal and turned to you.
“You need to put your dress on, love. Oh my goodness, I haven’t seen you all dressed up in it yet. You looked so good in it in the wedding shop, babe, oh gosh, put it on now,” she begged, as Lux looked up at you from where she was settled on the floor beside your feet – a colouring book opened up on the floor with pencils sprawled across the carpet. Pens being a no go, according to Lou, as she had just started to learn how to draw upon the walls and with her being in her flower girl dress ***, there was no time in having her get coloured ink upon the material.
“Are you putting your dress on now? Or are you thinking about changing at the venue? I vaguely remember seeing a bride’s dressing room on the website,” your mother said, as she sauntered around the room dressed in her own black and white spotted dress *** for the wedding taking place in just over an hour.
“I was thinking of taking it to the venue, and changing there. Just to save any mud and water from getting on the hem,” you said, as felt Anne pull you in for a hug. Her perfume strong against your nose, and it felt homely. You were so used to the smell that no matter how much she sprayed upon herself, it was never too much to you. “Have you spoken to Harry at all? Is he okay? I’ve been worried about him. He’s nervous at times like this,” you whispered, as Anne nodded against your hold and looked down at you.
“He’s just fine, sweetness. Me and Anne have just come from his room. He’s looking very dapper in his suit, I must say. I would have married him myself if you weren’t my daughter,” your mother said, and you rolled your eyes playfully. 5 years in and she was still full of adoration for the tall and lanky boy you called your fiancé. She was never one for backing down on her teasing; you knew that, so a constant reminder of how she wanted to steal him was always thrown across the table whenever they came into each other’s presence. “He said he was leaving for the venue in just under a half an hour. They all look very lovely, I must say.”
Excited was an understatement for how you were feeling about seeing them all dressed in their suits, ready to help celebrate your marriage to not only your best friend but to theirs as well. They took you in as a best friend and with that you fell in love with the right guy; Harry was always the one looking out for you, always the one to make sure you were okay, and he was always to one to text you or call you continuous times until you picked up - it was his way of showing he cared.
“(Y/N), love, where’s the bouquet?” Gemma asked, as Alice popped her head from around the bathroom door, her eyes widening.
“I thought the bouquet was here already? What?” She gasped, closing the door behind her and adjusting the skirt of her bridesmaid dress. With everything taking place that morning, the thought of the bouquet being delivered had fallen from your mind and you had completely forgotten to go and pick it up from the front desk; where you’d asked the lady owning the accommodation to look after it. “Do I need to go hunt down some ass who didn’t deliver my best mates fiancée’s wedding flowers?” Alice hissed, punching her hand playfully, causing a ripple of laughter to erupt around the room.
“No. No, I asked the lady at the front desk to look after for me. I should probably go down and get it,” you smiled, as you busied yourself through the gap between your mother and Anne and smiled at Alice. “Thank you both for reminding me. I would have walked down that aisle with empty hands otherwise,” you giggled, pulling the door open and stepping out into the less crowded corridor before closing the door behind you to let your female bridal party chatter amongst themselves. As you ran down the corridor to the flight of stairs going down, a familiar voice came into hearing distance and a grin lifted the corner of your lips.
“Love, how you doing? Oh my frickin’ hell, you look gorgeous,” a Yorkshire accent cried out, his arms wide open as he pulled you in for a hug and pressed kisses to your cheeks. Louis was the second member of the band you were closest too, excluding Harry. He was your partner in crime when it came to being on tour and pulling pranks, and he was the one you would always get bugged around with whenever he had girl problems – he never went to the lads in fear of humiliation and teasing, so instead he would go to you. “Harry is going to drop to his knees when he sees this,” Louis smiled, rubbing your back with his palm before pulling away from you and dropping his hands to his sides. “Where are you heading off too? Not bunking on our Harold, are you?”
You let out a soft laugh before shaking your head.
“No, no. I’m going to get my bouquet from the front desk. I asked the owner of this place to keep it hidden from Harry and to keep an eye on it for me,” you smiled, as he followed alongside you, tugging on the lapels of his suit jacket. “How are you feeling? You alright? I feel I haven’t seen you in forever,” you stated, looking up at him as he opened the door the reception area of the accommodation.
“I’m good. It’s been a while, yeah. But, I’m glad to be here finally. I’ve been very excited for this day, you know that? Harry’s been so excited, nerves kicked in this morning though. I can’t imagine how you’re feeling,” Louis chuckled, nudging his hip against yours as you reached the reception desk and smiled at the young lady behind the desk – an intern or a daughter, you could only guess.
“Hi, I’m Lorraine. I’m the daughter. Is there something I can help you with today?”
“Hi, I’m the bride of the wedding happening next door. I uhm, I was just curious to know whether my bouquet has been delivered? I told, I presume, your mother to keep it safe for me,” you grinned, as Lorraine nodded and ducked behind the counter. The sound of a plastic bag rustling was heard and as she stood up, she brought up the bouquet in her hands. “Fabulous. Thank you so much,” you smiled, before turning around and shuffling out the room with Louis hot on your heels.
“I’ll see you in the venue, love. I’ve got to get H there on time. He’s pacing the room and we’re pretty sure he’s going to wear the floor out and fall through it,” Louis laughed, jogging up the steps a fair few steps in front of you. “Have fun getting ready. I’ll get the lads to pop by when you arrive and see you,” he said, as you disappeared through the door leading you to your floor, your room at the end of the corridor.
You shuffled down the corridor, the plastic covering of your bouquet coming loose and falling to the ground, revealing a very unfamiliar set of flowers that you didn’t order for your bouquet. As much as you tried to keep your anger at bay, your deep breaths and counting to ten wasn’t working as you threw the bouquet to the floor and let out an angered groan.
“Unbelievable. The one fucking thing I ordered in confidence came wrong!” You hissed, stepping into the room and barging through Alice and Sophia who were posing for a photo for Instagram. “I can’t believe it. Everything was going so fucking well, and then they go and send me the wrong bouquet! This is unbelievable!” You scoffed and pressed a palm to your forehead. All eyes were on you, as you let out an angered you, your back coming into contact with the cold wall of the room, and as you slid down, you covered your face in your hands.
“(Y/N), lo-“
“No, don’t! Can you all just, get out? I just want some space to myself. Just please, get out,” you whispered, your voice cracking as you kept your face covered. Your mother sighed softly and knelt down in front of your, her soft palms cupping your bare knees in their hold and rubbing them softly. “Don’t, mum. Just go away. I don’t want to see anybody right now. It’s all going wrong! I knew something was bound to get fucked up!” You murmured into your hands, and sighed out in angst.
“(Y/N), listen to me, it’s okay,” your mum smiled, as you shook your head and yanked your arms from her hold. “Don’t do this today, (Y/N). It’s okay. We’ll run to the wedding store in the middle of town and get you one that matches the colour sche-“
“No! God, no. Just get out, please. All of you. I just want some time to myself. I’m begging you, before I start to cry. I need some breathing space.”
And with that, you could hear a door opening and feet shuffling out the room. As the door closed behind the last person in the room, you pulled your hands from your face and looked around at the empty room. You hadn’t had a bridezillamoment before, so you knew there was one to come, and you were more than glad that it wasn’t part way through the ceremony when the vows could possibly go wrong or when Lux could possibly drop the rings she had been looking after. As much as you wished you didn’t want to have one, it was normal for brides to be this crazy over the tiniest of things – your mum, she went crazy over an out of place speck of lipstick on her teeth. Anne went crazy over the weather on the day of her wedding to Robin, you remembered it so clearly. For her marriage to Des, you remembered Harry tell you all about the story of when she cried and cried over the fact that they had no hotel room booked for the getting ready. It was more obvious to buy a hotel room to get ready, but it didn’t even pass her mind.
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11:30am.
As you stayed sat on the floor of the room, your attention was taken from your charging phone to the knock on the door – a heavy knock on the door, so you knew it wasn’t your bridal party, but either your dad, Robin or even Harry himself. You stayed silent as the girls in the corridor began to hush each other, the chatter dying down as a cough sounded from outside the room.
“Baby? It’s me. It’s Harry. What’s wrong, my love? Are you okay?” Harry’s concerned voice came from behind the white wooden door, his voice soothing already to your ears. You didn’t want him to panic himself thinking it was his fault that you were like this. There was a high chance he was already blaming himself. “Baby, what’s happening? You want to tell me why you freaked out? I could hear you from upstairs, baby.”
You laughed to yourself, before standing up and walking over to the door.
“Baby? Are you there? Don’t tell me you’ve fallen asleep an hour before the wedding, my love,” he teased, his deep laugh soft and melodic against your ears.
“They sent the wrong bouquet, H. It’s not the right colours and it’s not the one I ordered,” you whispered, as you frowned to yourself and dropped your forehead to the door. “It’s pink and grey and I ordered yellow and grey, Harry. Our wedding is not pink, it’s yellow and grey,” you stated, as Harry let out a soft chuckle.
“Mum and (Y/M/N) have gone to get you a new one. Just for you. It’s okay. They’ll be back as soon as possible. I promise, we’ll get you the most perfect bouquet possible. Only the best for my missus, yeah?” Harry smiled to himself, as he turned to Sophia and motioned for her to come to him. “Can I just stick my hand in and soothe her? I promise I won’t go inside. I just want to hold her hand,” he whispered into her ear. She gave him a soft grin, before she opened the door just a sliver and stepped back beside Alice and Gemma.
You smiled when you saw the very prosaic hand you had become so accustomed to. The fingers you held dearly during the nights, or when you just felt the want for some comfort. You could see the bottom of his anchor tattoo on his wrist as well as the few rings from his father settled upon his fingers. He wiggled them softly, and you could only picture a smirk on his face with a want for you to grab hold of his hand just to tell him everything was okay. You slowly reached your hand up, your own fingers wiggling as you touched his – a spark flitting through your veins just like always.
“There we go, my love. It’s all okay. I love you so much. We’ll be alright. I promise, no matter what happens, we’re getting married and I don’t care what else goes wrong. As long as you get down that aisle and agree to marry me, I couldn’t be any happier,” he stated, a chorus of coos and awes sounding from the corridor. “Now, I want a smile on that face of yours for the rest of the day, okay? I’ll see you in just less than 45 minutes, my sweet.”
And with that, the comfort of his presence had gone as his hand disappeared from your sight and the door closed.
“I love you,” was heard, his deep voice carrying around the room before his feet were heard shuffling down the corridor and completely inaudible to your ears.
“Can we come back in now?” Sophia asked, as you giggled to yourself and pulled open the door, revealing a happy you and a welcoming hug that they gladly took a chance of having. “There’s that happy (Y/N) we know. Now, you’ve had some Harry contact, now let’s get going to the venue. The boys are there, Harry had to rush here to see you,” she added, a flush of guilt washing over you as you realised you’d pulled Harry in a wave of panic from the boys and quite possibly the families settling into the venue and already waiting for the big day.
“(Y/N), this is from Uncle Harry,” Lux lisped, tugging on the hem of the white shirt on your upper body. Your head titled down to the young girl looking up at you, her dress sweet and almost delicate upon the body, her hair pulled up into a bun with two grey flower clips either side to pin her fringe back. “He told me to give it to you,” she stated, as you looked at the envelope she handed you, before she toddled across the floor towards where Lou was chatting to Gemma and Alice, Sophia settling on the bed watching you subtlety. Your fingers were quick to pull the seal apart, instantly regretting it as flower petals fell from inside, as well as a small note landed at your feet.
“Another note?” Sophia cooed, leaning over to pick up the flower petals that had almost feather-like fallen to the floor; soft and slow and very delicately and fragile.
My dearest (Y/N),
Why did the flower fall of its bike? You know the answer to this. Because its petals fell off. I can tell you’re laughing right now, and I wish I was there to hear it – it is music to my ears, and I wish to listen to it for the rest of my life. I’m lucky enough to be the one to marry you, my lovely. But anyway, the real reason as to why these petals are in here? Well, as you know, our honeymoon is just less than 24 hours away (13 hours, if you want to be precise!) and these are being set up on our honeymoon suite in our secret location.
They’re just beautiful – however they aren’t as beautiful as you, my flower. I love you lots and lots and I can’t wait see you in just under an hour.
Save a kiss for me. xxx
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12:00pm.
“Sweetheart, you look absolutely beautiful. My gosh, you look so much like your mother on her wedding day,” your dad *** smiled, as he cupped your cheeks in his hands and pressed his lips to your forehead in a lingering fatherly kiss that you missed. Something he did whilst you were growing up, and continued up until the early twenties, not stopping as it showed just how much he loved, cared and adored you being his little girl. “I’m so pleased you’ve found Harry, (Y/N). He treats you so well, and it’s unreal to see how much he loves you,” he whispered, as Robin turns into the bridal room just adjacent to the room his step-son was in, and sends you a wide smile.
Robin ***, much like Anne, was like your second father as well as Des ***, too. You were never afraid to pop by their home and spend time with them like they were your own parents, and even your parents didn’t mind because it was the same for Harry; he was always welcome by at any time to see your family whether it be with you or without you by his side. He was always welcome into your family, and you his. An unbreakable bond between the 6 of you that was so uncommon and so rare to families.
“Hello, darling. Oh my goodness, look at you in this dress, hm? You look gorgeous. When Anne told me it was a beautiful dress, I didn’t think of this much beauty in one piece of clothing,” he chuckled, his voice deep and accentuated and much like Harry’s was. He bundled over to you, engulfing you into a hug where you could smell the strong aftershave on his neck and the smell of Anne’s perfume sprayed ever so lightly upon his suit. “You should see Harry up at the altar, darling. He’s shaking like a leaf,” Robin said, as he let you go back to your father. It was typical of Harry – he didn’t put his worries and emotions before yours. He was always making sure you were okay, and comfortable and alright.
“Typical Harry. He was the one telling me not to be nervous,” you giggled, as the two elderly men let out deep chuckles. “What’s the time? It must be time to go soon, surely?” You asked your father, as he looked at the silver watch tight around his wrist; a present from you and Harry for the Christmas just passed.
“It’s just gone 12, my lovely. 12:04pm to be precise. 10 minutes, sweetheart. Are you ready?” He asked, as you looked down to the new bouquet *** that your mother and Anne had gathered together in the wedding shop just a few minutes into the town centre area. “You look ready. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. I really am,” he stated, as you nodded with a bright smile on your face.
“I feel ready. I’m marrying my best friend, dad. I couldn’t be any more ready,” you whispered, the feeling of your dad’s stubbly cheek against your cheek was enough to ease your nervous state. “Let’s do this, dad. I’m getting married to him, the love of my life. My fiancé, husband to be and my soulmate,” you smiled, as Sophia peeked her head around the door, a wide grin on her lips.
“Could the stepfather of the groom head inside now, we are ready for a wedding,” she grinned, clapping her hands with difficulty as she held tight of her bouquet. Robin gave you one last final hug before he backed out of the door and gave Sophia a quick kiss to her cheek, before he disappeared out of the room and was heard shuffling into the venue of the wedding. “Who’s ready for a wedding?”
A laugh left your fathers lips as he helped you into the outside of the room. You turned on your heel, taking one more glance around the room in hopes you hadn’t forgotten anything, before looking back in front of you and catching a glimpse of the room you would be officiating your marriage – a shoulder of Harry being seen, and by just one look, he looked breathtakingly beautiful and gorgeous and handsome.
“Right, Gemma, Alice and Lou, are you ready to get down the aisle?” Sophia *** ordered, as the three girls dressed gorgeously in their bridesmaid dresses ***nodded excitedly and looked down at Lux who was twirling her dress and giggling as it flared outwards, a basket of white petals lodged into her hands. “Lux, sweetheart, are you ready to walk down the aisle with me, yeah? C’mon on then, sweetheart. Let’s start Uncle Harry’s wedding,” she cooed, as she stepped at the door of the venue and began the steps down the aisle. Harry’s body immediately turning to look at the two walking in sync beside one another.
As your three bridesmaids took their places at the door, you felt your heart immediately begin to palpitate more than it was already beating and you knew that if you didn’t calm yourself down, you’d freak in front of everyone and god knows where that would lead it.
“Deep breaths, sweetheart. Deep breaths. It’s our turn,” your dad whispered, and as soon as you stepped into the room, gasps and soft coos and awes were heard. And that was it.
All eyes were on you.

Notes

There we have the first part to the missus’ and Harry’s big day!