Forced to become Mrs Styles (A Harry Styles AU)

Chapter thirteen.

Chapter thirteen.

(AN – PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT)

 

EMMA’S POV –

 

I wake up to the sun streaming through the curtains and my Dads voice speaking just above a whisper

‘’Emma, come on wake up sweetheart, Emma’’ he says quietly whilst gently shaking my shoulder.

Groaning I open my eyes, sitting up slowly coming to the realisation that today is the 18th of July, the day of mine and Harry’s wedding.

‘’Here sweetheart, eat up. You need the energy’’ he said passing me a plate of pancakes and a huge mug of coffee, breakfast in bed he know me well.

I won’t get breakfast in bed for a while, Harry’s not going to cook for me is he.

‘’How are you? Got a hangover?’’ Dad asks a while later while I’m eating my breakfast

‘’ Nope, you know me never get one’’ I laugh in response.

While I finish eating we talk about how much we’re going to miss seeing each other every day because after today I move out, I’m in Italy for a week and then me and Harry move into our apartment.

Looking around my room seeing everything packed up in boxes I’m beginning to feel sad, we’ve lived here since I was six, after mum left me moved in with grandma for a while. But other than that it’s the only home I’ve ever known.

I reluctantly drag myself out of bed and into the bathroom, I shower taking my time as I’m trying my best to drag out the little time I have left before I become Mrs Styles.  I wash my hair and shave. Before getting out of the shower and drying my hair I pull it up into a pony tail because Anne is doing my hair when she gets here.

I slip some pyjamas on before hearing a knock at the door its Anne, Gemma, Amy and my grandma. They’re all here to help me get ready.

Anne styles my hair into this fancy up do which really isn’t my style at all, I hate it but I’m not going to cause a fuss, I’ll hate today no matter what I look like.

Anne then does my makeup it looks very natural a sort of barely there look, which again isn’t me at all. I feel beyond stupid.

Then it’s time to put the dress on, I quite like the dress but it’s not perfect.

Once I’m all ready everyone gushes about how perfect and beautiful I look, I don’t! I most certainly don’t feel it either.

When Anne, Gemma and my grandma arnt in ear shot Amy whispers to me

‘’ You hate it all don’t you?’’