The Wedding Planner

Fifteen.

Harry's POV

There was nothing I loved more than a wedding. The bride's face as she put on the dress for the first time and the way the groom watched her glide down the aisle. There was nothing better.

Except I didn't believe that anymore.

There couldn't possibly be anything worse than watching as Eleanor walked down the aisle to Louis. There could not be anything more heart wrenchingly awful than watching the man I loved marry someone else.

So why was I here?

Why was I stood outside this church that I helped him choose? Why was I stood staring at my sad run down reflection in a car window as it straightened its collar? Why did I want to watch as Louis said I do?

I sighed and lowered my hands to my side as I looked out over the grounds of the church. Everyone was already inside, waiting for Eleanor to arrive. The crackle of gravel behind me warned me that she was in fact here and I felt my heart drop to my toes.

This was really happening.

I paced over to the door and slipped in, positioning myself as far back as I could manage. My back was pressed against the wall and I pressed my sweaty palms against the cool brick to try and ground myself. My heart was beating rapidly as my eyes scanned to the front of the grand room, trying to spot Louis. He was stood with his back to me, staring up at the ceiling. He was in the blue suit I'd picked out for him, and it fitted him perfectly, hugging his curves and his hair was slicked back in a quiff.

He looked exactly like I had imagined him looking, but I couldn't decide whether that was a brilliant or a heartbreaking farewell.

My heart was pounding in my chest and all I wanted to do was step forward and stop the wedding. My body was screaming at me to run up to Louis and tell him he was making a massive mistake, and that I was the person he should love and that no-one in the world could love him like I do.

But before I could even move an inch closer the music started playing and I felt the cool breeze reach me from Eleanor's entrance.

Louis turned around and for a brief second our eyes caught. If I didn't know any better I would say he looked sad and his mouth opened as if he wanted to say something. But I did know better and I knew he loved Eleanor and not me.

I broke away from the stare first and pretended to watch as Eleanor walked down the aisle. Except I couldn't see anything through the blur of tears.

As soon as she reached Louis I made a dash for the door, trying as hard as I could to leave discreetly. I heard it slam behind me as I paced down the path and I groaned, running my hands through my hair.

And then I did the only thing I could think of doing.

I ran to my car and got in, not even putting my seat belt on before speeding away.

The journey was quicker than I thought it would be and I soon pulled in, in front of a block of flats. I threw the car door open and ran as fast as I could up the stairs, taking them two at a time before reaching the familiar door. My fists pounded against it, in time with my beating heart and within seconds it was being flung open. We didn't exchange any greetings or words before I practically leaped forward and connected my lips with Nick's.