A/N: For the mood of this listen to "I Wouldn't Mind" by He Is We

"I don't believe this,"

I stare at my reflection in the mirror for what feels like the thousandth time that day somehow expecting my reflection to disappear. The intricate braided updo and elegant makeup makes me look like bride I've been training to be for months.

"Well, believe it. It'll probably take you 45 minuets to an hour to get out of this dress so there's no backing out now," Penny speaks straightening the train on my gown.

I feel the corner of my lips curving into a small grin at her words.

"I'm not planning on backing out I just can't believe I agreed to this. I mean, I never actually pictured this happening to me. Somebody pinch me I'm getting fucking married tonight,"
I'm getting married tonight.

I was absolutely ecstatic about legally and officially joining together with the only man I'd ever loved but also equally as shocked despite having been engaged for nearly a year now. It had been nearly three years since I'd been in a similar position with similar nerves. Only that time Penny was the bride and my nerves were more of the negative variety. I never would have guessed that three years later I'd be getting ready to marry my best friend.
"This is exactly why you should've let me hire male strippers for the hen do. You wouldn't be so pressed," she reached for one of the truffles in the box Harry had sent in a few hours before and I rolled my eyes.

"You were the biggest nervous wreck of them all on your big day and I know for a fact you had strippers at your hen do,"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I think it's cute that you're nervous," she grins, smoothing her hands over her lavender colored dress. "I'm happy for you,"

I grin feeling my heart swell with happiness, tears of joy brimming my eyes.

"Aww, Pen. Don't make me cry before the nuptials start,"

Her grin only widens.

"Harry sure has softened you up. Takes a good man to make that happened,"

The door of the dressing room creaks open, my dad's kind face peeping in the door frame.

" Hey Daddy," I grin.

"Ducky," he sighs,making his way into the room. "you're an absolute vision of loveliness,"
"Is it time yet?" Penny asks, glancing at her mobile.

"Everyone's waiting for the main attraction," he replies with a smile.

I suddenly feel the butterflies returning to my stomach as Penny hands me the bouquet of roses. I take in a deep breath as I grab hold of my fathers arm.

"Could you have waited just a little bit longer. Stay my little girl for a while?" Dad asks.

I grin.

"You know I'll always be your little girl, Daddy. I'm ready for this though.This is right.. this is the one,"

He smiles.

"I know for sure I'm leaving you in good hands,"

I make sure to take careful strides , avoiding tripping on my gown as I follow the path to the alter lined with lanterns. Harry and I had decided on a evening garden wedding and the scenery couldn't be more breath taking. There's beautiful flowers of all kinds surrounding us and twinkling lights strung up in the trees. It looks like midsummer night dream only its my reality. The crowd is small. Harry and I wanted things to be as intimate as possible so we'd only invited closest friends and family. If it had been us both we wouldn't have invited any witnesses but we knew it wouldn't be fair to keep certain people from being apart of this.. I smile as I catch a glimpse of Anne and Gemma who's eyes have already glossed over. Even my mum seems happy as she stands with Penny and Liam. And then there's Harry.

With every step I take towards him he only gets more beautiful. He looks so ethereal, his green eyes sparkling in light, curls that are no longer so long gelled perfectly into place. He looks like prince charming. He is prince charming-my prince charming. Pressing a quick kiss to my forehead, Dad leaves me under the big oak tree with Harry and the priest. I grin widely as Harry takes hold of my hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

"'So beautiful,"

"You don't look half bad yourself," I wink.

It takes everything in my power not to snogg his right there and hop on the next flight to Italy where I can have him all to myself but I know I've got to be a little more patient than that.
We haven't got anytime left to flirt before the priest starts his spill about the importance of marriage. I try to keep my attention focused on his words, never once taking my eyes off of the beautiful man in front of me. My ears do however perk up at the mention of vows.

"Harry, why don't you begin?"

He gives the priest a nod before turning his attention back to me, grabbing hold of both of my hands.

"Presley, all the word is the world couldn't even begin to describe how I feel about you. I've never loved any woman the way I love you. I knew you were a keeper the moment you drunkenly blabbered about cats but I grew to love you even more the more you slowly began to peel back your intricate layers and gave me intimate glimpses of the beautiful and phenomenal woman you truly are .We had a bit of a rough start but I've loved every moment I've spent with you and there's not a single thing I'd do differently. You've made me happier than anybody ever could and everyday I can't believe how incredibly lucky I am to be with someone as gorgeous and funny and lovely as you are. But tonight I'm the luckiest man in the world 'cause I get to spend the rest of my life with my best friend,"

I can feel the tears brimming in my eyes and I blink them back so not to ruin my make-up. The small crowd of family and friends break out into a collective chorus of breathy sighs and coos and I bite back a giggle. The priest glances over at me and I take it as a signal.

"Wow," I breathe. "I'm just still in shock that I've actually gotten this far. Better not mess it up now,"

Harry grins.

"H, When I think of us, right back to the very beginning, I see a totally different me. When we first met, I was this brash and cynical woman who'd locked myself in a tower to protect my heart. Inside that tower, behind that cynical woman was a scared, meek little girl who secretly wanted to be loved but was just too afraid to let anyone get to close. Sometimes, I was afraid I'd be locked in that tower forever, that I'd built the walls way too high. But then you came along and you knocked down every wall and you loved me like no one has ever loved me before. For that I'll always be grateful because you made me see the bright side of life. You gave that scared little girl the courage to be loved and to be in love. Guys like you only come around once every few lightyears and I'm lucky, so damn lucky to have scored one of the golden boys. I love you, Harry and I can't wait to share the rest of my life with you,"

I quickly wipe away the tears that had fallen hoping that my makeup wasn't wrecked. There's a different kind of sparkle in Harry's eyes and I feel my heart swelling with joy. I'd been waiting to tell him that for so long.

After our exchange of vows, its time to put on the wedding bands and I find myself somewhat more content with the realization of how much closer I am to being Mrs. Styles and being able to use the rest room. I stare at Harry lovingly as he slides the ring on my finger. My hands have never looked so good as the do now with his rings on my finger. The priest then asks us both if we promise to love each other through sickness and health to which we both give adamant "I dos" . Finally, our union is official with a sweets kiss, the first of many as husband and wife.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you Mr. & Mrs. Harry Styles,"

Notes

I may just be able to do another bonus so hit me up, buttercup!