How It's Going To Be [h.s.]

Chapter 65

{Harry's Point of View}

She was a vision walking through the door. I watched attentively as she came down the aisle toward the reserved seating. The dress she chose looked like it was made for her; I couldn't dream of one better for her to wear. Her hair had windblown curls that didn't so much hang around her face as frame it. Her cheeks were still barely flushed pink from crying earlier. Her lips were a raspberry colored pout.

"Stunning," I breathed.

"What was that, mate?" Liam asked.

The entire row of people I was seated with turned to me. I laughed nervously and ran my hand through my hair. "Nothing! I didn't say anything."

"She is stunning," Louis whispered in my ear.

Guests filed into the church and took their seats. Parents of the bride and groom along with their families took up the first couple of rows. Friends invaded the rest of the chapel. The general buzz of happy wedding-goers couldn't distract me. My eyes were fixated on Kate. She sat three rows in front of me among a group of girls who all worked for the management team.

"Is it weird being here with her?" Niall asked.

"No," I shook my head. "We're both adults. We can handle the sight of one another without completely losing our minds."

It wasn't the truth. I sat in the church with sweaty palms and a churning stomach like a teenager. Just knowing I was in the same room as her was flooding my mind with many different emotions. I was scared to see her. I was terrified to talk to her. I was angry at myself for breaking up with her. I respected the fact that she hadn't reached out to me. I wasn't pining to be together again, but I wasn't happy being without her.

"Right, yeah. I was just curious," Niall muttered.

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{Kate's Point of View} 

Parents fought to coax their children into seats, the groom's mother was teary already, and a few guests were sneaking into the back rows, but I knew Harry wasn't watching any of it. My skin prickled; my hair stood on end and a shudder ran down my spine. I could feel my heart rate increase. I could feel his eyes on me. I continued to feel Harry's stare as a trio of harps began playing a soft classical piece. Bridesmaids escorted by groomsmen began down the aisle, we stood to watch the bride, and the bride and groom united at the alter, but Harry's eyes never left me.

The priest said lovely things about the bride and groom. He introduced them as soul mates, best friends, and lovers. He talked about marriage and its special bond. He talked about the positive qualities Laura had, and it was surprising to hear her be spoken of in that way. He talked about her loyalty, passion, intelligence, and drive. The priest also talked about Laura's fiancé, Miles. He described Miles as softhearted, patient, and brilliant.

When the couples began reading their own vows, I felt a lump form in my throat. Laura's shaking hand held out a piece of paper and she allowed a few tears as she read to Miles. Her vows made my heart clench in my chest. When Miles read his vows to Laura, there was a shuffle in the congregation as women reached for handkerchiefs to dry their tears. He said the most beautiful things about life and love and Laura.

"She's unfairly lucky," Alessandra whispered to Jill and me.

When the vows had finished, I felt tears forming in the backs of my eyes. I wasn't particularly moved by Laura and Miles' forming love, but I was upset about my vanishing love. How could these two be in love and have their perfect forever when mine had been broken?