His hand felt sweaty within yours as you stepped away from the front of the party and stood by the seats at the head table; the seats with your name and Harry’s name written in cursive writing. His fingers were laced between yours and every once in a while he would send you a soft squeeze to know he was still standing beside you – a somewhat sense of knowing that he was there beside you for the rest of your life, holding your hand whenever you needed his comfort, and it was a reminder for the future that he was there to support you whenever your decisions got tough. You looked up to Harry; and you couldn’t help but watch the corner of his lips twitch into a soft smile, almost like he knew you were boring your eyes into his face.
“Stop staring at me,” he whispered, as he watched Ed stand up on the small stage area where a DJ was set up with speakers and lights and a DJ set standing at the back. The microphone screeched out as the whole crowd turned to the location where Ed was standing in the middle of the dancefloor. “If you keep looking at me like that, I might just have to give you a little something here on the table,” he said, turning his head to look down at you and sending you a cheeky wink.
A cough sounded around the room, all eyes turning to where the ginger-haired singer-song writing was standing, swaying on his feet with a glass of champagne in his hands. “Can I have your attention please?” His deep voice sounded around the room, the microphone screeching yet again as he brought it closer to his mouth. “I am not doing a massive speech as I have a best man speech coming up in an hour or two. I just want to say massive congratulations to those two over there,” he said, as he pointing a finger as well as holding the glass of champagne in his hand, over to where you and Harry were standing beside your bridal party and Harry’s groomsmen. “Today was spectacular, and I’m so glad I got to be the one to witness the joining together of you both. So, if we could all hold our glasses high and toast to the happy couple,” he said, as he held his glass up and watched as everyone settled at tables stood from their seats and lifted their glasses high. “To Harry and (Y/N)!”
“To Harry and (Y/N)!”
You clinked your glass against Harry’s, and sent him a soft grin as you watched him press the rim of the flute to his plump and pink lips. The fizzy liquid flushing down his throat as he gulped a sip down. “To us, eh?” You grinned, as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. He smelt of strong cologne and not a distinguished odour emitting from his clothing or even his body for that matter. It was the smell of the journal paper he’d written his note on in the early hours of the day, and it instantly sparked up the question of the honeymoon. “Can you tell me where we’re going on our honeymoon now? You’ve kept it from me for too long, Harold.”
You’d had a clear mind from the whole honeymoon topic with your mind clustering with the wedding and your mind full of panic and worry and nerves from anything going wrong throughout the sweet ceremony hosted that mid-day. He’d promised to tell you in a couple of hours, and you knew that the time was bound to pass slowly but surely as all you wanted to know now was where you were heading for 2 weeks as soon as the celebration party would be over. A plane booked for the early hours of the morning, with only Harry having an idea of where you both were to consummate your marriage and spend the time within the two of you.
Harry had written within his speech a hint as to where you were going – but he knew patience wasn’t your strong suit. He knew surprises were something that you wish never existed. Harry was one for surprises and that was one down side to him; he was one to always bring home surprises from tour, or bring home surprises from town when he popped out to visit family or friends, and he was definitely always up for surprising you when he came home from tour and not telling anyone close to you that he was on his way home.
“I’m not telling you, baby. Wait just one more hour. When we settle down for food, and all the speeches are completed, I will tell you where we are going and then we can settle into the party and have a bloody good time celebrating our marriage,” he grinned, pressing a kiss to your hair and finishing off the flute of champagne in his hand. The way his Adams apple bobbed when he swallowed down the liquid was enough to send tingles through your tummy and let butterflies fly around inside. “Now, what do you say we head around the tables and greet our very loving guests and speak to family?” He suggested, as you gave him a swift nod and squeezed his hand.
* *
“I can’t believe you and him are finally married,” Rita gushed out happily as she took you into her arms and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. With Nick being one of Harry’s groomsmen and his best friend outside of the band, he was allowed a plus one to the wedding party for the celebration and who better to invite then his good ole’ X Factor peer and best friend Rita Ora. She wasn’t just the best friend of Grimmy, but she was a good friend of Harry, too; always being there when he was out for drinks, and she was in his phonebook for meet ups and party planning, and she was the first lady friend of Harry’s whom you had properly connected with when you conversed with her at the pub one night for Grimmy’s birthday. And with her being Nick’s plus one, she was seated at the head table with the rest of the groomsmen and their chosen plus ones.
As you looked around the head of the table, you caught eyes with your husband who was sat between Ed and Liam, a laugh leaving his throat and finding its way to your ears. Nick was sat beside Rita, with Niall settled beside him, in a deep conversation with Louis; both neither having the idea of who to bring as their plus ones. They felt they didn’t need to bring one, as Louis had recalled to you, because they were surrounded by their friends and families and who better to spend an evening with.
“I can’t quite believe it myself, ya’know? Like, this time yesterday, I was sat in my room crying over the nerves and having his sister give me the comfort that still wasn’t enough to calm me down,” you let out a soft laugh, as Rita cackled out and nudged your arm. “I’m serious, like, they may be siblings but their comfort is extremely different,” you stated, with such honest truth that Grimmy even perked in and nodded.
“Harry’s got some warmth that not everyone has, ya’know? He’s very into hugging and making sure the person he is hugging is okay and feeling alright, almost making sure that there’s some content there,” he added, a nod coming from you as Rita pouted out and folded her arms across her chest. “Rita’s yet to have one of these famous Harry hugs,” Grimmy laughed, reaching for the beer bottle resting by the empty plate ready for the buffet foods being cooked in the kitchen as you spoke to everyone. The smell of cooking meat and herby potatoes could be smelt, and you could see from the corner of your eye as Niall licked his lips when Louis brought up the idea of the food being presented soon.
“Harry! C’mere, you! I need one of these hugs that these two are going on about,” Rita called, waving her hand as she caught Harry’s attention. She sent him a grin as he stood up after shaking Ed’s hand, his feet shuffling across the floor and scuffing lightly as he approached the three of you. “Mister Styles, give me one of these amazing hugs. I don’t hug you enough,” she grunted, standing from her seat and adjusting her dress before she clung her arms around his neck and relaxed as he brought her arms around her waist and brought her in for a hug.
“Has my missus been talking about my comfort again? Gemma was telling me that she moaned and cried because her hugs weren’t enough,” Harry laughed, pressing a kiss to the side of Rita’s cheek and chuckling lightly as she buried her face into his neck and inhaled his scent. “Enough of that, you. My missus is sitting just a few centimetres from this,” he whispered, looking over her shoulder as you stood up and rubbed his arm soothingly.
“I’m going to see your mum, babe. Let you finish here,” you winked, pressing a soft wink to Grimmy and smiling when he blew you a kiss as a sign of friendly affection – a sign you saw ever too often from his own bandmates when they visited you at home or even when you went to see them for a few meals out or when you went out for drinks and they got a teensy bit handsy when it came to being near you. “Don’t rush on my behalf,” you joked, listening to how Grimmy’s laugh quietened the further you walked away from him and the closer you go to Anne and Gemma, who were settled with Robin and Des, who had no bother in being seated with them.
“Sweetheart! Hello, my lovely. Oh, come give me a snuggle. I haven’t properly welcomed you to the family,” Anne laughed, pulling you into a warm hug. When it came to hugs and warmth and the familiarity of arms, Harry was much closer to Anne then his father and even Robin for that matter. He was a definite match to his mother, and it was a heart warmer when he was compared to his mother – he always liked to call himself a ‘mummy’s boy’ much like the others boys in the band, and whenever he had the chance, his mum was always his first visit, after you of course.
When he first took you home to meet his family, panic stricken and scared was all you were feeling. You felt numb with fright and nervousness and as you sat in the front seat of the car, all you could think of was how badly the weekend could go. The drive from London towards his home of Holmes Chapel dragged ever so slowly and all you wanted was for time to pass quicker than how you felt it was going – almost like the car was driving just as slowly as the time was passing. He knew you were nervous. He had yet to meet you parents at this time of the relationship, but the look you had on your face was near enough the same look that would cover his features just before he went on stage for a big interview or for the first show of a new tour. It wasn’t a good feeling, and he couldn’t help but watch as you fiddled with your thumbs, tapped away on your phone and only mumbled a few words whenever he asked any questions – were you hungry? Did you need a hug? Did you want him to pull over for a while? All he could get as a response was a soft hum or a nod or shake of the head.
As soon as you’d met Anne, she was enough to bring a warmth feeling through your body, and it was almost like you’d been at home and your mother had engulfed you into a warm hug that you felt was needed. As she pulled you into her arms as a welcome, you knew you had nothing to feel worried over. As soon as Gemma had taken one look at you, her demeanour changed – she was trapped with her University work, and she looked stressed, yet as soon as she received a soft smile from the one girl who made her little brother happy, all that stress and trouble flushed through her and she immediately changed. She hugged you, the same as her mother had done. Robin, as much as he was a father figure to Harry, he had already felt like a father to yourself as the night went on – he was joking about, telling you stories of his time as being Harry’s step-father, and he wasn’t letting him get through the night easy with his new girlfriend around.
“Anne, thank you so much for just welcoming me over the past 5 years. I couldn’t be happier to be a part of a better family,” you grinned softly, wrapping your arms around her as a tight hug was exchanged between the both of you. “I couldn’t ask for a better husband, a better in-law family to be a part of, and I just love you guys for raising such a kind hearted and amazing man,” you whispered, a soft tear leaving your eyes. A soft hand came to rub your shoulder, a gruff voice sounding from behind you, and a chuckle leaving another’s lips.
“Des wants a cuddle with his daughter-in-law,” Anne smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before removing her arms from around you. “You’ve been a part of this family for 5 years and even if there was no wedding ring, you’d still be a part of this family,” she reasoned, before twirling you into Des’ arms.
Des was a tough one to get over the idea that his youngest son was happy with a girl and living a life where he wasn’t in need of anyone telling him who he can be with and what he should be doing. When it came to meeting Des one afternoon at his new home in London, it was more difficult for Harry than it was for you – with Des having a new family, it was harder for Harry to adjust to him having other people in his dads care, and the thought of him no longer being the only one was tough for him to comprehend. His dad had questioned and interrogated you more than he should and you were starting to feel out of place and almost like he wasn’t happy with whom you were. It took time for him to adjust to you being Harry’s other half, however with a son and father talk on night at a pub on the corner of the street, Harry had warmed him up to you and you were almost as comfortable around him as you were around Robin.
“Hello, sweetheart! You look gorgeous. Harry’s bagged himself a beautiful lady,” he chuckled, as he cupped your elbows in his hands and rubbed his thumb up and down your skin. His callouses were rough against your skin, but it contradicted to your moisturised and toned skin. “Welcome to the family, my lovely. I hope Harry keeps you around long and you have a bloody good future together,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“Thank you so much, Des. It means so much to the both of us that you made it here. I know how tough it is for you to travel and get here,” you say softly, and smile as he shook his head in a slightly happy manner. “Have you spoken to Harry yet? He’s talking to Grimmy and Rita at the moment, if you wanted to go and butt into the conversation,” you giggled, looking over his shoulder and catching eye contact with your husband standing by the table. He sent you a warm smile, before he looked back down to Grimmy and clapped him on the back before he shuffled along the floor and stopped himself just by his mum’s chair. “Speaking of Harry, he’s here now. I’m going to go chat with my family, and then we should be able to get our food and settle down with the speeches,” you smiled, pressing one more kiss to Des’ cheek before you shuffled around him and fell to the seat beside your mum, where she and your father were settled upon the same table as Harry’s parents.
* *
“One chicken fillet and some of those herby potatoes for my missus,” Harry grinned, as he came back over to the table with two plates in his hands – the strong smell of parsley and garlic becoming stronger as he placed the plate in front of you upon the table mat on the table. As he fell to the seat beside you, he placed his own plate upon the table which he had piled with a salmon fillet, some potatoes he’d piled up beside it and some vegetables that he wanted on his plate to make him look healthy. “Do you want me to get you another drink? Another glass of wine, maybe? Or some champagne? Whatever you feel like drinking, my love,” he said, lifting his fork and knife from the table and digging into his food.
“Are you excited for the speeches? I feel like you’re going to get embarrassed like crazy,” you teased, looking to the man beside you as his cheeks tinged pink and he let his curls fall over his cheeks. “Oh, H, you’re done for. I’m rather excited for this, ya’know? I can’t wait to hear about these stories you’ve yet to tell me,” you grinned, pressing a hand to his thigh as you dug your fork into one of the potatoes and held it to yur lips.
A chuckle left Harry’s lips as he looked up at you and immediately caught eyes with Louis at the other end of the table, a smirk lifting his lips as Harry’s shook his head. “Don’t bother, Tommo! I’m prepared,” he called out, as Louis let out a bellow of a laugh and immediately looked to his food. “I’m serious, mates. Please do not give any embarrassing stories out. My parents are here. Heck, there are children here. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t,” he sighed, as Grimmy raised a hand.
“Styles, we promise there are no embarrassing stories. Me and the boys have crossed any stories that are rude or naughty out of the speech. Not so sure about Sheeran though. I’m sure he’s got some stories to share,” Nick let out, running his hand through his hair before he took a sip of the beer resting in his hand and sent Harry a wink.
“Haz, I promise, I am not like that. I’ve just got a cheeky little story but it contains no naughty stuff. I can assure you,” Ed calls out from the head of the table at the other end of the table. “If anything, I’ve got one funny story about you and (Y/N) that you have no idea about so I’m quite excited to see the faces you pull,” he stated vivaciously, clapping his hands before he took a bite of the chicken fillet sitting on his place, covering in a sauce that you could only guess was parsley sauce rather than the gravy that was set out with it.
You hadn’t gotten any embarrassment over the past few years, apart from the one time you and Harry were caught in the tour bus, but the boys weren’t there for any other moments that could be made fun of in times like this. Harry was one to get embarrassed easily, and to the other lads of 1D and his best mates outside the band, he was an easy target to pick on and it was a trait of his that he had hated for a long while in his life – the fact he was easy to embarrass was terror for him.
It was cute to you – you couldn’t sit there and say it wasn’t adorable when his cheeks turned pink and his large palms covered his face as he curled into himself and let out cute little mumbles and grumbles under his breath. His lips would always stay in a smile no matter how embarrassed he was, because his own embarrassment wasn’t just humour for the people around but it was humour for him as well. He was happy to be the centre of the embarrassment, because it was only the fact he could get smiles out of everyone, including you. And his smile was your favourite smile to see on a daily basis.
You took one look up to Harry, taking in his amused expression before watching his head dip down to his chest and his dimples appear on his cheeks.
“We’re a team. If I get embarrassed, you do too,” he mumbled, and with that he placed some salmon upon his tongue and chewed it up with his teeth, slight dribbles of liquid dribbling down his chin.
* *
Harry shrugged off his jacket, letting it hang over the back of the chair he was settled upon, before he settled back comfortable and threw an arm over the back of your chair, the pads of his fingers pressed to the skin on your shoulder as you pushed your chair closer to his and cuddled into his side as you watched Ed stand at the front of the guests with a piece of paper rustling in his hand and a microphone in his other hand. It was speech time, and whilst the plates were being tidied away, the groomsmen had time to go over their speeches and perfect them before they stood up in front of your family and friends and told them just how great the both of you.
“Right, time to start,” Ed said, his voice rupturing around the room almost like a shushing noise for everyone to be quiet. A wave of silence covering the room as he shuffled on his feet, and wiped his forehead from the sweat of the lights emitting from the DJ set behind him. “I’ve known Harry 5 years, I think. Maybe 4 years? It’s been a bloody long time, and I feel like being his best mate is torture and exciting at the same time. It’s torturous because he’s just constantly in the limelight and you know for sure he’s going to tell papers about an awkward encounter or a stupid phrase that was said in the spur of a moment. It’s exciting because he’s always invited to parties and he’s always the light of a party – which one time we partied till 4 in the morning on their final London shows for one of their tours. It was crazy. He was dancing on the tables, with a beer in his hand. He was singing to something that I can’t quite remember, but he was louder than the music, and it was epic,” Ed laughed, as Harry released a grumble that you felt the vibration through his chest. His forefinger was drumming against your skin and you could feel the coolness of his new wedding band against your warm and flushed skin.
“Harry was always the one with the ladies. Like, as many of you have seen, he’s always on the magazine covers with different females every month, but sometimes, you can never be sure of whom you settle down with. When (Y/N) came into Harry’s life, he never shut up about her. She was one who was never on the magazines with him, and he done well keeping her in the privacy of his life,” Ed stated, as you looked up to Harry and gave him a warm smile. When Ed had mentioned his life with other females, panic ran through Harry’s veins and he panicked – well done Ed, Harry was thinking as he watched his mate saunter across the floor. He was sure you’d get sad with the fact he’d been papped with other females, but all it took for him get rid of those thoughts was the fact that you agreed to marry him with no worry in him being with other females anymore. “He would never shut up about how he met this gorgeous girl in a coffee shop one afternoon, and he wouldn’t shut up with that fact that he had bucked up the courage to ask her out. I remember this massive smile on his face was he gushed on and on about her, and this made not only me but everyone else realise she was someone special. And we had yet to meet her!” Ed chuckled, catching your eyes as you rolled them and covered your face with your hands.
“She’s a special one. And we’re all sitting here with hopes that they do have the happy life they deserve. There is no way in hell he would change you for another woman, (Y/N), and you should feel entirely grateful because he is so infatuated with you, it’s like you’re his entire world. He worships the ground you walk on, and your name is enough to bring a smile to his lips,” he added, watching as you caught the tears from your eyes with the pads of your thumbs. “I’m only halfway through my speech and I’ve made her cry already. Mission accomplished. I can now sit down,” Ed joked, as he pretended to fold his paper back up and slide it into his pocket. As you shook your head, you felt eyes staring at you and immediately your thumbs were changed for 2 thumbs that were all too familiar to your skin – Harry’s calloused thumbs were swiping beneath your eyes to capture the moisture to make sure that your make-up wasn’t ruined.
“Don’t cry,” he whispered softly into your ear, his lips grazing the skin of ear as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “If you cry, I’m going to cry. And I don’t want to cry, because then they’ll give us some more stories to be embarrassed by,” he chuckled, his warm breath fanning across your face and sending soft tingles down your spine.
“Hey, stop canoodling and listen to this speech,” Ed muttered in the microphone, a laugh erupting around the room and coaxing the guests to laugh and turn their attention to the both of you. As you sent them all a sheepish smile, everyone turned back to Ed, who was cooing over the both of you. “If anything, I want to wrap this up as quickly as possible because they look so cute together and it’s all getting too much,” Ed laughed, and looked down at the paper in his hands. “I always look at those two over there, and think that I’m looking at a fairy-tale. He’s found his Disney princess and she’s found her Disney prince and it’s something that everyone wants. We all want a picture perfect marriage, and a picture perfect life and I really do think these two have that,” Ed smiled, and folded up his paper.
Fans were always mentioning how your life was picture perfect, how they wanted something exactly the same as what you and Harry had, and they were always curious how you kept yourselves in check with on another – how come you never argued? How come you were always around one another? Weren’t you sick of each other? You never really followed any rules to keeping your relationship so pure and happy, with no sense of any anger or displeasure towards one another.
The both of you followed just one rule – never go to bed angry. Never leave each other angry, and work through the problems by discussing it in a gentle manner. If either of you feel a sudden outburst, then either of you would leave the house. It seemed to work for you, and people would always complain how it never worked for them – you and Harry were one of a kind. It was normal for you to fight less than other couples, and it was normal for your relationship to have some bumps in the road.
“These two are always as close as possible. Even if Harry pops into the kitchen for a couple of seconds to get a drink, (Y/N) will miss him and as soon as he comes back into the room, she’s clinging to him like a koala bear. It’s sickeningly sweet – like eating too much sweet chocolate cake,” Ed stated, and chuckled lightly at the both of you. Your head was tilted to look up at him, and Harry was pressing kisses to your closed eyelids. “I have a lot of love for both of them, and I wish them a happy future together. I expect some mini Styles babies running around soon, so I can steal them and take them out for days to the zoo,” Ed grinned, sliding his paper into his blazer pocket. “Congratulations to you both. Have a good’un.”
And with that, he shuffled across the floor and fell to his space at the head table. He immediately reached for a cold beer that had been brought to the table by Louis, and took a hearty swig from the neck of the bottle.
“Well, that wasn’t as bad as I thought,” Harry chuckled, squeezing you to the side of his body. His arm felt achy and it felt like it was stuck within one position - but of course, he didn’t care. It meant that the feeling of his arm around you was enough to keep you close to him. If he was asked to keep anyone or anything close to him for the rest of his life, he couldn’t sit there and say he didn’t want you there for the rest of his future – he wouldn’t have asked you to marry him otherwise. “I thought he would have brought some embarrassing stories out, but… Hey, ho. We just have to worry about the boys next,” he whispered into your ear, his voice like velvety chocolate against your eardrum. A melody you were happy to have on repeat for the entirety of your life together.
“You reckon some embarrassing stories are coming out then? I just hope they don’t bring out the story of when they caught us doing the dirty on the bus,” you whispered, looking around at the table as you looked to see Liam, Louis and Niall all standing up with paper in their hands. “In fact, we’re just about to find out,” you murmured as Harry gulped visibly and reached for the pint glass of beer sitting in front of him, his breath strong of a mixture of cider and beers that the males of the wedding guests had brought for him.
“I made sure Liam didn’t stick any embarrassing stuff in there,” Sophia smiled, squeezing your arm softly as she shuffled up the seats and sat beside you, tugging the blazer of Liam’s suit tighter over her upper body. By now, all the boys had shrugged their suit jackets off, with Harry’s being thrown over the back of his chair neatly revealing his toned and tattooed skin from behind the material of his shirt. “Just sit back and enjoy. I’ve read their speech through. You’re safe, guys,” she added, grinning over to where Liam was standing with a microphone in his hand.
“As you know, our very dear and charming band member has gotten married to his very gorgeous, very beautiful, absolutely amazing lady named (Y/N),” Louis stated, looking up from the paper lodged between his hands. “Now, we’ve known Harry for 5 years, and we’ve known (Y/N) for a good 4 years now, and we already feel like she’s our biological sister,” Louis grinned, sending you a cheeky wink as you felt a blush form upon your face, a hot flush fanning over your body as Louis let out a soft giggle. “If I had to be serious, as soon as we met his missus, we all took a fancy to her. Trying everything out to get her as our girlfriends, but, in the end she fell for the cheeky, charming, curly haired bandmate of ours who swooped her off her feet,” he added, and watched as Harry pressed a kiss to your cheek.
“I did sweep you off your feet, din’t I? Pretty incredible I am,” he stated proudly, sending you a smirk as the speech continued in the background. When he first brought you to meet the boys, they all tried their hardest to make themselves seem better – Louis was making you tea and hugging you and showing you around the arena they were playing at in London. Liam was being his normal self by talking you up and sending you soft smiles and hugging you whenever it felt necessary. Niall was always laughing and trying his hardest to make you giggle, and he was always telling you how beautiful your smile was by being the typical charming boy who filled your assumptions right away. Harry though, Harry was shy and it was unusual for you to see since the time you’d seen him in the coffee shop and became a good friend of his – he was never shy, and it confused you as to why he was so quiet. However, it clicked when he got you in the dressing room to himself and his humour side erupted from inside his shyness shell and his jokes were just enough to sweep you off your feet.
“That you did, babe. That you did,” you giggled, pressing a palm to his thigh and squeezing at the flesh softly.
“… we always caught them up to no good. They always say I’m Louis’ partner in crime, however, if you spend just one night with these two, they steal out limelight,” Liam stated, as the guests in the small venue crowded in laughter and coos with claps of their hands and to their knees. “When we stay in hotels, they are always pulling tricks on us. Hiding our room keys, sneaking into rooms and nicking clothes or shoes, and I remember one time, they thought it was funny to nick all of my left shoes and hide them in Niall’s room,” Liam laughed, his laughter echoing around the room and booming louder as Niall and Louis soon joined it. “It was crazy. And I knew exactly who had done it, because in the morning, all you could see on their smug little faces were smirks and giggles leaving their lips,” he added, with a roll of his eyes.
“And, I remember one time, they stuck sugar in the salt pots and salt in the sugar pots, and Louis’ face was just pure shock and disgust when he poured about three spoonful’s into his tea,” Niall bellowed out and reached into his pocket and pulled out his piece of paper that was crumpled up and covered in creases. “Speaking of them being trick-filled and naughty, they’re very terrible when it comes to being discrete upon the bus when we sleep on them,” Niall added, smirking over at the both of you, and looking down at his shoes. “When we go on the bus, we each have our own bunks and that means that Harry and (Y/N) have to share a bunk because there aren’t enough,” he says and you immediately widen your eyes knowing exactly where this was going.
“No, Niall!” Harry yelled, causing a rush of gasps and laughs to sound around the room surrounding you. “Don’t you dare do that, please Niall. My parents are here, and (Y/N)’s too! Stop there,” he laughed nervously, his cheeks flushing pink as he looked to where his family and your family were settled upon the table in the middle of the array of tables.
“I’m sorry. Just one time,” Niall reacted, as he turned to look at Louis and Liam who were smirking and whispering to one another. “We had to run to the store one night for some water bottles and a couple of snacks for the morning for breakfast, and they were too busy sleeping,” Niall stated, air quoting with his fingers as he said the word ‘sleeping’, “and we decided to just leave them to relax. Our tired and naïve minds not even going to what we ended up catching. As we returned early to the bus, we could see it rocking slightly and we thought they were just moving about the bus as one needed to head to the loo or something – and we thought Harry because he has such an incredibly weak bladder; however we were proved wrong when we entered the bus.”
“We were hit with the aroma of sex and sweat melding together, and as soon as we opened the door, moans were just becoming louder and louder and that’s when we knew,” Louis added, as he covered his eyes and laughed. “They had no idea until Liam slammed the door shut and out popped Harry’s head from around the curtain. His face was full of pure shock and it was the most funniest, more picture perfect moment in the whole world.”
“You guys are dead! Oh my god, you’re so embarrassing,” you called out, before burying your face within Harry’s shoulder and sighing out with a whine. You had a feeling that story was coming out, and it was one you wished to keep in a secret pact between the both of you – no one should know and if looks could kill, the three boys stood at the front of the venue with paper in their hands.
“Sorry, love! I promise the rest from now is less embarrassing,” Niall grinned, walking over to you and giving you a cuddle. “I’m sorry, my lovely. Do not hate me. We just had to tell them to get a bit of an embarrassing moment in,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before rushing back over to where the other two were stood. His dress shoes were scuffing across the laminated wooden floor, the material shining under the lights of the room. “I remember when Harry brought her to mine one afternoon for a barbeque as a welcome home sort of gathering and it was such a hot afternoon that we decided upon spending most of the day in the pool. Gemma, Sophia and (Y/N) were lounging on the blow up beds that are meant for swimming pools, and all Harry could do was stare at his girlfriend and completely blank us from our conversation,” Niall stated, catching eye contact with his sister and sending her a soft smile. A smile you knew that was mischievous and you knew that their ‘it will only be one embarrassing story’ had turned into telling a couple of embarrassing stories and getting a kick out of your rosy cheeks and Harry’s nervous shuffling. “When we decided upon moving the party inside, Harry and (Y/N) had moved their little party upstairs and I’m pretty sure they had their first time in my bed. I’m not sure whether I should feel honoured or disgusted that they shagged on my duvet – a duvet that I still sleep beneath,” he mumbled, his voice becoming almost deep and full of Irish and almost like he regretted in even saying that final sentence.
As if he was sending a telepathic note to Liam and Louis, Louis had immediately taken over after having a secret laugh behind her hands. “We know this as Gemma had decided upon heading up to the toilet to change into her clothes, and she heard soft moans and whines and a bed creaking coming from the master bedroom in Nialler’s home,” he smirked, as Gemma held her hand up and gave a swift wave. Almost proud at the fact she heard her baby brother having his first intimate time with his new girlfriend, which she felt was something to be proud of and she was never ashamed to say anything about it; especially when it came to bringing a blush to his cheeks.
It was something she’d taken to loving ever since she’d embarrassed him one time when his friends were over – calling him ‘Bubs’ even at 14 years old was something she’d never grown out of, and even at 23 she was still calling him the little pet name. Gemma remembered when his friends laughed and nudged at him, playfully calling him the name every time his character had died on the game they were playing.
‘Oh, Bubs. That was terrible!’
‘Bubs, what are you doing?’
‘Oh, Harry-bubs, you are losing your game play!’
“But, throwing all those stories to the backs of our minds, we have to agree with what Ed has said. Their love is like a fairytale – he’s the proper definition of a prince in a Disney classic. He’s got the hair, the cheekbones and the charming personality about him and we’re surprised he hasn’t been cast as the part to play Prince Charming in a Cinderella remake,” Liam stated, folding up the paper in his hand and walking over to the table you were sat at. “And (Y/N) – well, isn’t she just beautiful? She’s a mixture between Snow White, Sleeping Beauty and if anyone should be with Harry, then we’re so happy it was her,” he smiled, taking your hand in his and pulling you up to stand beside him.
“We just have one thing to say to you, love,” Louis smiled, as he made everyone’s attention turn to where you were standing.
“Thank you so much for making our best friend happy. Thank you for bringing out the best in him. And thank you for just being there for him when he needed someone. He was in tough place when you found him, and you brought him out of that shell and took him in and we couldn’t have been happier to have our best mate back,” Liam said, as Sophia stood from her seat and nodded. She adjusted the bodice of her dress and picked up her wine glass – half of its contents disappeared as she sipped and gulped down the grape juice that had no problem in burning your throat when you swallowed it down.
“I’m just going to join in my little maid of honour speech as the boys have pretty much said everything. You’re all thanking (Y/N), but I’d like to give a big thanks to Harry for being the most perfect gentleman to this amazing woman. I know I became her best friend after she got with Harry, but from everything that everyone has told me, she’s changed a whole lot just by being in Harry’s presence. Just having him there brings out this massive smile and it’s a smile that just stays there when Harry stays with her,” she smiled, looking at Harry who was wiping a tear from his eye with the pad of his thumb. Slowly and almost discretely yet there was a moment where he knew people were looking yet he didn’t have a care in the world. “You’re such an incredible man, Harry. And she’s a lucky lady to have you there with her. I can see this going on for a whole long while and it’s a marriage that I can see lasting till the end. Now, if we raise our glasses one last time, to Harold and (Y/N)!”
And as everyone cheered, Harry stood to his feet and his presence was soon felt behind you, taking the place of Liam who stood behind Sophia and wrapping his arms around her shoulders, joining his hands together at the valley of where her dress dipped towards the valley of her breasts. Harry pressed his palms to your hips and rubbed his thumbs over your covered hipbones, a soothing feeling that you felt nearly every night during your nights in bed where you cuddled together and spooned whilst your ears were trained to the sound of the TV commercials and TV programmes that you had playing absentmindedly.
“Now, disregarding any naughty comments, I’d like to make a little speech to thank you all for coming to celebrate out special day. Myself and (Y/N) couldn’t have asked for better people to spend the day with, and we’re so happy to see so many familiar faces. Looking around, I can already see so many happy faces that we love seeing. My mum and dad sat right there; my mum is crying, my dad is trying not to cry, Robin is just smiling like always and Gemma, well… I can see Gemma’s green look of jealousy,” Harry teased, adjusting the microphone that he had stolen from Niall in his hand, “and I can see (Y/N)’s parents. Who I really would like to thank especially. Thank you for that special night you spent together however many years ago it was, and I hope it was done nicely. Candles, nice smelling aromas in the room, and I’m glad you did what you did to bring my wife into this world,” he stated, a laugh leaving your fathers lips as he yelled out a ‘You’re welcome’ from his place.
“I’m so thankful that I have my best friends here. Niall, Louis and Liam. I couldn’t have asked for any better three guys to have spent the past years with. We’re brothers and I feel honoured to have you in my life. You’ve been there for my ups and downs, my best moments and my worst moments, and need I say, you were there for the big milestones in my life. And by that, I mean you were there when I first got intimate with this one,” he looked down at you and traced your closest cheekbone with his finger, “Niall was there when I chose the ring, and they were all there when I got married to my bestest friend in the whole wide world. Sophia, I’m going to thank you on my own behalf for just being (Y/N)’s best friend and for sticking by her when things got rough. It got tough when (Y/N) lost Eleanor as a mate, and I’m sorry to bring it up Tommo,” he said in apology to Louis, who raised his hand and waved him off with a smile, “but Sophia stayed and I feel like she’s become a second sister to me. A sister who has been there on tour and she’s been incredible. On the talks of sisters, I do want to thank my own lovely and very beautiful sister over there,” he said, pointing to Gemma.
“Gemma may have teased me growing up, calling me ‘Bubs’ and battering the heck out of me when it came to anything, but that’s what sisters do. I do the same back to her and it’s a continuous tennis match between us as we bounce it off against one another. But I wouldn’t ask for a better sister, because she is absolutely incredible. I love her and I’m so proud to call her my sister,” he said, as he watched Gemma raise her napkin to her eyes. A triumphant and happy feeling coursing through his veins as he felt his own lip tremble.
“I wish I could thank everyone here, like, Lou and Adam and little Lux who I adore to pieces. I think me and (Y/N) would both like to thank Liam’s family for coming, Louis’ and Niall’s also. We know its difficult travelling from Ireland and Yorkshire on times like this, and we’re incredibly thankful you made it – we all family and you took us in during those 5 years as if we were your sons. And it wouldn’t feel right without you here,” he smiled, “but most of all, I want to thank my wife. My absolutely gorgeous, incredible, beautiful and supportive wife who, no matter what, has stuck by me and made me the happiest man alive. You my soul mate, my best friend, and I love you with my whole heart, and you always tell me how big my heart is – it’s all because it’s filled with love for you and for the things we love to do together. I am so glad to call you my wife and I can’t wait for the next chapter of our life together,” he whispered into the microphone, his voice cracking as you stood from your place and pulled him to your body.
“I love you too,” you whispered, pressing your lips to the shell of his ear and holding him tightly as you both dribbled a few tears down your cheeks. As you kept him close, he pulled from you just a bit and looked down at you.
“We’re going to Santorini. In Greece. It’s a romantic place and it’s so us and I can’t wait to spend the days there with you,” he grinned tearily, his lips wet with tears as you pulled him in for a kiss – a loving kiss that felt sweet contrasting with the taste of the salty tears lingering upon his pink and plump flesh lips.
* *
18 – One Direction
Home – One Direction
The familiar chords of ‘18’ sounded around the room, and you watched as the dancefloor that was full to the brim of your family and friends dancing with one another slowly emptied and the guests dispersed to the edges of the laminated wooden floor. You kicked off your hells, blisters forming upon the backs of your ankles and a sigh of relief left your lips as your feet came into contact with the soft and warm carpet that took up the rest of the floor. You smiled as Louis emerged from the crowd with his arms open wide.
“Come on, love. Your husband waits,” he smiled, taking your hands in his. His callouses more prominent on his smooth skin as he held your hand tightly and pulled you into his chest. “You want me to pop next door to your room and get you some flats?” He wondered, as he stood with you on the corner of the dancefloor and let go of your hands.
“My darling. Come and have a dance with me. Let’s have some time together and show just how in love we are,” his deep voice sounded into your ear, his breath sending tingles on the skin of your bare and showing neck. His vocals sounded around the room from the DJ speakers, and it contradicted against when you could hear it whenever you wanted; live in person and raw when he’s in the shower in the early hours of the morning for when he gets ready for the day. “I love you. I love you a whole lot and I’m glad you decided to marry me,” he whispered, as he held your hand in his and laced his fingers through your fingers. The feeling of his wedding band was cool against your skin, and the same was for him – his warm fingers were feeling cooled as soon as he touched the ring of not only your wedding band but your engagement band as well.
“I like the song choice. We did well, didn’t we? This song fits us perfectly. We met at 18, fell in love at 18 and we finally decided to tie the knot 5 years later,” you stated, removing your hand from his hold and sliding your arms up his chest and round his neck. Your fingers toyed with the strands of hair at the nape of his neck, tugging softly and raking your fingers through the soft strands that were sometimes tickling at his skin.
“We did good, baby. We did well,” he whispered, pressing his lips to your hairline and leaving them to linger s coos and cheers erupted from around the building. “I have loved you since we were 18,” he sung softly, swaying your hips from side to side as he song continued. A giggle and a squeal left your lips as he twirled you out and kept hold of your hand as you came face to face with his mother who sent you a soft smile. As he pulled you back to his chest, he captured your lips into a kiss – a kiss that felt full of passion and lust and it was a kiss that you never wanted to end.
As the song came to an end, the dancefloor was full of couples dancing and kissing and receiving themselves some intimacy during a song that was meant to be listened to during loving times – and there was no better time to have a dance than during a wedding of two people of which those guests adored. The tune to Home soon echoed around the venue, and you immediately looked up to Harry.
“Did you give them a One Direction CD or something?”
“No. The DJ must be a 1D fan, ya’know? It’s expected. Pretty much everyone here is a bloody One Direction fan,” Harry chuckled, as he looked over your shoulder and watched as Niall cheered and sung along to his own solo that sounded. His arm was held up and beer was sloshing over the side of his pint glass, dribbles sliding down the side of the glass and onto the floor. The liquid shining brightly beneath the lights of the dimly lit room.
You shuffled across the floor, your hand being held tightly in Harry’s as he followed you through and dodged through the dancing couples and drunken guests standing around the edges.
“Don’t go too far! As soon as this song ends, we will need the bride and her bridal party up at the front for the bouquet throwing. We get some cheeky insight to who is getting married next!” The DJ stated, looking at the bouquet that was tied neatly around the stems of the flowers and settled upon the table beside the cake. “We will also be cutting the cake before the bride and groom get too drunk, and then we will get the garter thrown,” he added, before turning the music back up and listening as the final chorus to Home was belted out by the already drunken family members you had invited.
* *
“I swear, I am going to catch this! I am going to catch this!” Gemma called out, pushing her way through the crowd and standing in the middle at the front to get a good try and catching the flowers you were soon to be throwing over your shoulder. “This time next year, my wedding! My wedding! Whoever catches that garter will be my husband!” She yelled in her drunken state. A state you were oh-to-familiar with during family parties and get-togethers throughout the past few years of life.
She was a definite Styles when she became drunk – loud, yelling, and very clingy. A stumbly and emotional side to being drunk is what Harry had inherited from his mother, so it was clear that Gemma had inherited her side of being drunk from Des; unless she’d just grown into the habit. But that was unclear to you, and even to Harry.
“Throw the damn thing! Jesus Christ, (Y/N)!” Sophia called out, her hand pushing her glass of wine into Liam’s hand before she kicked off her heels and not as nearly threatening, clicked her fingers as something a fighter would do before a match to claim they were powerful. “Now throw that bouquet at me, and hope to god that Liam catches that garter! Baby, we are getting married next year!” She yelled, as you let out a laugh and turned your back to them.
“Are you ready?”
A chorus of high pitched ‘yes’s came from behind you, and you counted from three in your head before throwing it over your shoulder and hoping for the best – hoping mainly it didn’t land up on the beams on the ceiling or in someone’s pudding. Your thoughts were pulled away when a scream erupted from the girls and you’re head immediately whipped around in fear of someone breaking a bone. Which seemed almost unlikely, although with a drunk Gemma and a highly intoxicated Sophia, anything was possible.
“I caught it! Oh yes. This is happening,” Sophia gasped, holding up the yellow and grey and white flowers in victory above her head. Her lips turned into a smirk as she caught a glimpse of Liam who stood shaking his head in amusement, just beside your husband who was laughing. His eyes crinkling shut and his mouth fully gaped open, his teeth showing and a giggle-type laugh escaping the threshold of his throat.
* *
You let out a loud gasp as you felt Harry’s breath on your inner thigh. The feeling was common, especially during your nights in when neither of you dressed to impress nor you were stripped to the vulnerable times or stained hoodies or unwashed sweats that were your lounging around clothes. Yet, it didn’t matter because no matter what sense Harry saw you in, you were always just as beautiful every time. Whether you had stripped back upon the amount of make-up you wore, or you had a sudden outbreak of acne and spots formed upon your facial features, or your t-shirt was covered in dinner from the teatime hours because it kept falling from your fork – no matter how you looked, how you dressed or how you behaved kept Harry’s mouth shut and locked up from saying ‘I love you’ or confessing just how beautiful you looked.
Another loud yet soft gasp left your lips when he pressed kisses dangerously close to where you were starting to feel an ache for him. An ache that was not appropriate during the time where you family and his family and your friends and his friends were watching him remove the garter as a traditional wedding reception trick.
“Harry, I swear to god, can’t you wait until the hotel? Or even when we get to Santorini? I can’t just do what I want with you right now, can I?” You muttered, hopefully loud enough for him to hear beneath the layers of your skirt and the loud and bumpy music to set the tone of the little game and to get some sense of arousement from it, with hopes that one of you will finish blushy and nervous.
As a response to your question, you received a bite to your skin before the feeling of a soft and silky material was being pulled down from your leg, his hand gripping at your ankle as he pulled it from your foot and appeared triumphantly from beneath your wedding dress, his hair messed and knotted together, in an almost sex-hair manner with the garter *** handing between his four front teeth.
“Who wan’s it?” He muttered, teeth clenched around the material as all the lads stood from their seats and bumbled through the array of tables to get the best position in the somewhat pit of wanting men. He caught eyes with Nick who stayed put in his chair beside Rita, and he looked around at the standing men – his eldest cousin Ben was stood there beside Niall, his hands rubbing together whilst he sent Harry a cheeky look. Louis was stood beside Liam, pushing and nudging him away in a playful manner and Ed was stood in the middle with his palms held up and his fingers spread wide. “Okay, get ready. 3, 2, 1!”
And with that he threw it. The silky material flying through the air and right into the hands of Niall, who cheered and roared out happily. Thrusting his fist happily into the air as he looked to Liam who rolled his eyes.
“You’re not havin’ my girlfriend, mate. You still gotta find a lady,” Liam retaliated, and watched as Niall stretched the material and somewhat pinged it across the crowd of men into the awaiting hands of Liam. “Thanks, mate! We’ll be sure to invite you to the wedding!” He yelled out over the raucous laughter, and stumbled back into the awaiting arms of your maid of honour. A smooch being given between the two of them as Harry ran back over to you.
“What do you say we go cut the cake ***?”
* *
You watched as he slipped his dress boots over your feet, before standing up to his own socked feet and carrying your heels on his fingers, the backs resting upon the pads of his digits. The crowd had died down with most of the family disappearing to their hotels to sleep of the alcohol with bottles of water given for free for those who had gotten majorly drunk and were no doubtedly waking up in the coming hours with hangovers and banging headaches. His suit jacket was tugged over your shoulders as you stood in the foyer of the venue, your eyes casting to the last few remaining people still trundling out of the doors of the party hall and coming to a halt in front of you.
“Have a fantastic time in Santorini, you two. Don’t get too carried away with the sex. Even though that’s the best part about it,” James Cordon laughed, holding his wife by her waist and keeping her close to his side. “We’ll send the little ones your love and hopefully they’ll have a new little friend to play with soon,” he teased, shaking Harry’s hand softly and sending him a cheeky wink.
“You’re unbelievable, James,” Harry laughed, running his free hand through his hair and ruffling the curls at the tips that rested at his shoulder. “But, we never know what may happen. Of course we consummate the marriage on the honeymoon, but we don’t know whether we will do it protected or unprotected yet,” he stated, earning himself a nudge to the stomach. Of course it was something you’d discussed, using it as an early breakfast topic to start off the day. You’d spoken about having kids, and you desperately wanted to give Harry the children he had always wanted, but it was just the matter of when you were planning on starting that family – did you want to wait a year or two to settle down and do things as a married couple or did you want to jump right into the family making and plan that long awaited family that had been on your minds for the past recurring months. It was all down to whether Harry had felt the need to start a family as soon as his little One Direction break had started or whether he wanted to travel around with you and have his own free time with you at first before having to worry about the stresses of baby planning and doctors’ appointments and sickness.
“Have a fabulous time, you two. We’ll be expected some photos to be taken,” his wife stated, pulling you in for a hug as your husbands spoke about god only knows what. “You looked beautiful day. A proper princess as my little boy was saying. You’re a lucky lady, missy. And I hope you keep this one around,” she whispered, before giving you a friendly kiss to the cheek and taking her husband’s hands in hers again. As they said goodbye one more time, you watched as they left the building before turning to look up to Harry.
“Are you ready for the rest of our lives?” You wondered, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling the warmth closer to your body. Your forehead pressed against his chest, just above his butterfly tattoo whilst your lips connected with the skin that dipped between his muscles.
“I am so ready for this. I can’t wait for the rest of our lives,” he whispered.

Notes

And, there we have it! What did you all think? There is one more part to Harry’s Wedding Series