37 - Next

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by dearharold

by dearharold

Next

I take Harry's hand as we walk out of the church behind some guests. Today is Zayn's and Perrie's wedding and Harry and I of course attended it. When everyone is outside I cling myself onto Harry's biceps and talk with some people. I see everyone congratulating Zayn and Perrie to their wedding.

I find myself imagining myself in a few years in Perrie's position with Harry next to me. The beautiful location, my amazing wedding dress and my handsome husband next to me. The notion of marrying him makes me smile to myself. Harry sees that and pokes my cheek with a little smirk.

"What are you thinking about, love?" Harry asks and I blush, "You're smiling very big."

"I was just thinking about, you know, us."

"Us?"

"Yeah you know like if—" I stop. Should I really end that sentence? But then again why not? We have been together for 2 years now and I wouldn't really buy it when Harry tells me that he never thought of having a future together, "I mean like...I thought how it would be if we get married?"

"You think about us getting married?" Harry raises an eyebrow. Has he never thought about marrying me? His reaction did not hurt me a bit, it hurt me a lot. I feel like an idiot now. I completely embarrassed myself in front of my boyfriend. I let go of his arm and take a step backward to get some space.

"Yeah...wouldn't you like it?" I ask but instead of giving me an answer Harry just frowns and grabs my hand again to pull me with him to the next group of friends. I don't really pay attention to the ongoing conversation. Harry has his arm around my waist, pretending that our recent conversation never happened.

Suddenly I hear some women squealing and at first I think some fans are crashing the wedding party but then I realize that those are guests. And they squeal because Perrie wants to throw her bouquet.

"Y/N, you should go." Niall, who stands with us at the little table, talking with friends, tells me and gestures to the little crowd. Harry's arm around my waist feels too heavy all of sudden.

I shake my head. "I don't want to."

"Why not? Isn't that why women are even coming to a wedding?" He pushes further and I feel how Harry takes his hand away, slowly. I grip the edge of the table because I literally am on the verge of tears, "Harry, come on mate, tell your girlfriend to catch that damn bouquet."

"She said she doesn't want to." Harry tells him instead of trying to persuade me. Niall rolls his eyes and grabs my arm to pull me to the crowd of women.

"Niall, I don't even want to." I say but he just laughs, not even listening to me. I look back to see Harry still standing on the little table, running his fingers through his hair. I can't read the emotion that is on his face and I don't want to. I will just ignore him for the rest of the day, maybe even at home. I'm not in the mood to fight with him about something he never gave a second thought.

Niall leaves again as soon as I stand in the crowd, surrounded by happy women. I look up into the sky, hoping the bouquet won't drop on my head. All the hands are reaching into the air, desperately trying to get that stupid bunch of flowers.

But suddenly it drops into my hands and I catch it out of reflex. Just a second later I realize what just happened. But what can I do with this thing, if Harry doesn't want to marry me? Of course, we don't have to get married now. It is just something like a tradition. I smile at the thing while the women around me clap into their hands.

Just when I want to hand it someone else I feel big hands grabbing my waist. Those hands are pulling me against a strong and muscular chest. I smell the way too familiar scent and know immediately that it is Harry. His warm breath is on my neck while he leaves some sweet kisses. His lips travel up to my ear.

"I guess, we're next, baby."