Here Without You

Chapter 34:

Chapter 34


I should be happy and excited on my wedding day... Right? Then why is this nervous giddiness overwhelming me. It isn't like i mind everyone staring at me and all attention directed at me, i mean i get that on a daily basis. I guess its just very severe case of the butterflies.

I sport an absolutely gorgeous white wedding gown and slims at the top then expands at the bottom and continues in a trail behind me. A very high set of sparkly bedazzled white heels address my feet. My hair is in a wavy length with a small braid tied behind my head delicately. A simple yet elegant look that i hope looks well. According to the girls', i look absolutely stunning and flawless but i highly doubt that. I could be in sweats with no makeup and they'd say the same.

We are getting pictures done afterward because Harry had insisted against the First Look aspect of getting pictures beforehand. He wants to see me dressed out for the first time walking down the aisle. The plan is the bridesmaids and groomsmen walk down the sides of the aisle and I come down the spiral wooden staircase that ends at the side window. There my dad will put on my heels for me, because i cannot walk down stairs in those heels, and from there i will continue down the aisle with my dad.

I feel like puking. Yet i'm not even sure what i'm nervous about. I guess i don't want Harry to be disappointed in how i look or who he's marrying. Just the little insecure things i can never seem to drive away. Even today, when i feel nothing but beautiful for once, there's still that haunting figure that whispers in the back on my head. I collapse into the nearest chair, accepting a small fan from Hailee. The colors we chose for the bridesmaid was purple and the guys are wearing grey suits, with Harry in a black tuxedo. Those are the colors addressing everything, all of the banners, tables, linens, balloons, everything. 2 hours until i lose my last name and become married woman. It's crazy to think about, actually.

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The music fades out as Demi turns to stand at attention on stage. I take a deep breath, the bridal song beginning to play, and begin to move with the beat. As soon as i make my way to the balcony, the whole crowd at once turns to look at me. Gasps and awes begin to echo throughout but all i can stare at is Harry. Our eyes lock, his jaw pulled from being agape to a wide dimple-ridden smile that spreads to his eyes. I cant stop the smile that enlarges at the sight of Harry who i dont lose his eyes until i reach the first step. My dad sits at the bottom holding the pair of heels.

He slips them on and latches the hook, mumbling 'i love you honey." in my ear before leading me down the aisle. Everyones eyes follow me, step by step, but my eyes are on Harry. He has his hair slicked just enough so its not messy but delicately feathered perfectly in different directions. Just behind Harry stands Niall next to Demi, Selena and Liam on the right, Zayn and Hailee on my left, Louis is next to Diana, Gemma and Austin stand on Harrys right and what will be my left as i climb the stairs with the help of Gemma. Our siblings are our best man and bridesmaid.

His hands are shaking when I take them and I try to steady them by giving him a reassuring smile. He nods a little quickly to me, taking a secondary glance at the large audience. When you're both famous and friendly, you have a lot of friends who get offended if you don't invite them to your wedding, so there's a lot here. I gulp and begin to listen to the preachers' vows, taking the religious aspect of marriage into account as a main character in our roles. The Unity Cross is another symbol that we complete together during the ceremony as we go along.

"Taylor, you may recite your vows," He announces loudly. My lungs inhale a deep, shaky breath before beginning my speech.

"Harry Edward Styles, i vow to never leave you or cease loving you, though i doubt that's possible. I vow to be there for you and stay by your side no matter what. That i don't care about what anyone says about us or what their opinion is. If you'll be mine, i'll do nothing but be yours." I say, stuttering back the tears by blinking quickly. Out of the corner of my eyes i find my mom, red eyed and splotchy faced with her chin wobbling as though she's about to lose it. Harry wets his chapped lips before starting.

"Taylor Alison Swift, I not only vow to keep you safe and protect you from anything the world can conjure up, but i will protect you from any kind of irrelevant insecurity you could ever think of believing. I will love you until the day our names are written on our tombstones with hearts connecting us together. I vow to base our relationship and future on God, and to never leave you alone." He says, starting to choke up. My lip quivers and my heart rapidly pounds unevenly. I love him. This is the right decision and i have no doubts about marrying Harry.

"Harry Styles, do you take Taylor Swift as your wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty?"

He looks directly in my eyes, his green ones piercing into mine with conviction. The eyes i know so clearly and detailed in my mind. His lips haven't ceased to curve since he had first saw me as his focus hasn't been elsewhere. "I do."

"And Taylor Swift, do you take Harry Styles as your wedded husband? To have and to hold? In sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty?"

I purse my lips into a smile, "I do." We exchange a look of longing.

"Then by the power vested in me by the state of Rhode Island, i now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!" And without a second thought i feel Harrys' lips on mine, pressed into mine with as much passion that could be squeezed into a kiss. We part and face the up roaring cheers of the crowd with my arm linked in Harrys bicep. An effortless smile is plastered on my face from eye to eye.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, for the first time, I'd like to present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Harry Styles!"