*Remember the video of Harry at a wedding with the groom's sister, well here's a little something*
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If Harry was being honest, he didn’t want to go to this wedding. He had just gotten back from a world tour, and the last thing he wanted was to be around people. He didn’t want to be around drunk people, tired people or happy people. Especially not people in love.
His last relationship ended a while ago, but he didn’t have the time to grieve over the loss of it because he was in a new city every day. He had a routine: wake up, eat, rehearse, eat again, play, sleep. The relationship didn’t bring him any new inspiration for a new project either, so he was kind of in a slump.
Truly, Harry was going to the wedding for one specific reason, and one reason only.
Her.
He would never admit it outloud, he can barely admit it to himself, but he’s had a crush on her since he first met her all those years ago.
There was one set back though. She was his friend's sister.
And he knew it was like a rule, a universal rule that siblings were off limits, no matter how close you are.
But God, everything about her intrigued him. She always kept him on his toes, and the blush on his cheeks was permanent when he was around her.
So granted, when he got an invitation to his friends–her brother– wedding a couple months back, he checked off the will attend box for the sole reason of seeing her again.
They got along, but he didn’t have the privilege of calling her his friend.
He could usually charm a girl with ease, no problem. But she gave him those butterflies everyone talks about. She gives him that cheesy rom-com feeling. He grew nervous every time she would go in for a hug, and he would overanalyze her touch on his shoulder when she pulled away or when she squeezed past him in a crowd. And she was so funny, he full-on belly laughed when he was around her. He was borderline tipsy each time they saw each other, but she was a full time comedian around him.
He never thought it could go any further than a high school crush, and it still can’t. But he would be damned if he didn’t try.
The ceremony was at noon, arguably the hottest time of the day and of course they had to get married outside. Regardless, after a slow morning and a shower, he got dressed in a plain black suit.
Harry grabbed his stuff lazily before heading out the door, unlocking his car and headed towards the dreaded ceremony. He’s doing this for her.
How pathetic.
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He cleared his throat awkwardly as he leisured around the venue, trying his best to ignore the burning stares and the hushed whispers. He admired the gold embellishments woven into the ivy covered walls of the house. The ceremony was taking place in the patio, where tan chairs were already in rows, facing a gazebo decorated with white tulle and purple tulips. There was a band on one side of the gazebo, and drinks and finger food were set up on the other side.
He could use a drink.
“Is that Harry Styles?” He heard as he walked past a group to get to the refreshment table. He hung his head low, not wanting to draw attention to himself as he grabbed a flute of mimosa. “He’s friends with the groom, I heard.” The group continued on their not so quiet gossip.
