Harry Styles Imagines

Sweetness Part 4

Y/N bit her lower lip, a blush on her cheeks as she stands in the room, her hands nervously playing with her sleeves. She wasn't sure why she felt nervous now, the hard part was done, her and Harry had exchanged the "I do", they had shared their vows, the planning was over. They were married. But standing in front of him made her want to pee, the butterflies going insane in her stomach.

Harry closed the door behind him, his hands shaky. It was done, they were married, yet he couldn't breathe. He was excited, he just wanted to hold her, but when he turned he froze. She was so beautiful, she was always beautiful, but today was different. Today was a day he never wanted to forget, today was a day he wanted to keep reliving. She looked much different than the mess she was the last two months, screaming, crying.
"Harry," Y/N cried, her voice shaking, tears in her eyes as she walked into his dressing room.
Harry sat in his dressing room, laughing with James as the bed sat in the room. He couldn't believe the bit James came up with, but he loved it, he thought it was more than funny to him and he couldn't wait till it aired.
Harry's eyes snapped away from James to Y/N who came in, a frown on her lips. Harry had seen her like this too many times in the last month, she was going insane trying to plan the wedding. She didn't just want it to be perfect for her, but for her guest as well. She had gone on and on about how nervous she was that people wouldn't enjoy themselves.
"Hey, hey, come here," Harry stands, hugging his other half, "what's wrong, my love."
"I just-I don't know what to do," Y/N sniffled, wiping her eyes, "Susie doesn't eat meat, and then there is Linda who has to eat gluten free, and there is Mitch who's a vegetarian and that's fine, but no! Susie wants a certain kind of tofu, and Linda is allergic to practically everything, I just don't know how to make them all happy."
"Fuck them," Harry says, rubbing her back, "this is our day Y/N. You and me, we will provide a vegan options, gluten free, and vegetarian, if they don't like it that's their issue. I could care less of what pleases them, if they have something on their plate they'll live this day is you and me. Not you, me, Susie, Linda, Liam, no it's you and me. Y/N and Harry."
"But what about the cake? I don't like cake and everyone will be upset-"
"I don't care. If you want a giant donut, or cookies, or cheesecake, or a fucking burrito, whatever you want goes. This is our day Y/N, to celebrate our love, do what makes you happy, I don't want this to be a day you dread, this should be a day you want to keep reliving," Harry says, kissing her forehead, "yeah?"
Y/N sniffled, nodding, "okay," she nods, wiping her eyes, "I'm sorry-I just-I'm so stressed."
"It's what I'm here for," Harry chuckled, "I can't just be here for the good side of Y/N, I gotta be here for the rough times as well." 
Harry smiled, not being able to tear his eyes off of her for a split second, he was too scared to blink, not wanting to miss a moment. He was looking at his wife, not his girlfriend, not his fiancé, but his wife. She was his and he was hers.
"I don't want a bachelorette party," Y/N says, pouring milk into her coffee.
Harry looks up from his phone, half taken back, "you don't?"
Y/N shakes her head no, "I don't know, I don't feel like I need to celebrate the last night of a non-married women, I guess I would rather just stay in," she shrugs.
The truth was Y/N thought of a bachelorette party as letting go of her nights as a single woman, but she hasn't felt the need to celebrate it. She just wanted to lay with Harry, talk about their future. She just wanted to be married, the bridal shower was more than enough for her.
"I don't really want a bachelor party either, I don't know, I'd rather stay in with you and plan the design of our new house," Harry says.
He wasn't in the mood to go out and get drunk with friends, thinking about the days before Y/N came in his life. He didn't like those days. He just wanted to keep spending his life with Y/N, holding her close, waking up beside her, having her as his wife.
She smiled, bringing her coffee to her lips, "that sounds amazing," she says.
Y/N looks at the ground, even in her heels she was shorter than Harry. She could feel the kiss from earlier on her lips, and she didn't want it to leave. She didn't want to leave the room, she didn't want the day to end, she didn't want to step out and share him with everyone else, she just wanted it to be them.
"I want a house full of kids, a big family," Y/N whispered, resting her head on his chest, her finger tracing the leaves on her lower stomach.
"I wouldn't mind a house full of kids," Harry whispered into her hair, his hand rubbing circles into her back, "we could have like a small island of kids."
"And dogs," she adds, "a dog per kid so they each have a friend."
"We have to love them all equally though, we can't show favoritism," Harry says, "but of course we'll have one."
"Oh for sure," Y/N giggled, "we can just pick our favorite and that one can go to college, the rest can just hang out."
"Or we can start a little family band," Harry says, "we teach them all an instrument and we can all go on tour together, we'll be The Stylish Styles."
Y/N laughs, looking up at him, "people would still buy tickets to see you," Y/N stated.
"So we'll make it! Even if we're all terrible, and every time we think we're going downhill, we can get one of the boys on stage with us and their families," Harry stated, "we'll just reunite one direction, featuring the stylish styles."
"Looks like you got it all planned out," Y/N says.
But standing there, looking at Y/N. He can't help but think she's as beautiful as the day he met her.
"Oh you'll love Y/N," Kendall says, opening the door to a small apartment, "one of her friends is a youtuber and interviewed me and we met. She's so lovely Harry, really the kindest soul you'll ever meet," the model grinned.
She closes the door behind Harry, the two hear a deep laugh from the kitchen and make their way over, "Zane this is Harry, Harry this is Zane, he interviewed me and he's also Y/N's roommate," Kendall says, "you guys also need to lock your door."
"We'll live, Y/N is in her room, she's sick. She woke up with a fever this morning, she was out all weekend with Scotty and Kristin and I think she caught whatever Kristin had, so she may be a little grumpy," Zane stated, "do you want to bring her a water? I don't want to catch it."
Kendall grabs the water, "no wonder she didn't answer my text. I told her I wanted her to meet my friend today and then she never responded," Kendall stated.
"She's been napping all day, she did just wake up a couple of minutes ago, I heard her in the bathroom," Zane says, leaning against the island, "you can go in."
Kendall nods walking and Harry trails behind her. When Kendall wakes up, he could of sworn he saw the cutest human being in the world, yet she looked like a mess. Her hair was tossed in a bun, her nose buried in a tissue as the smallest sneeze left her body, and a baggy sweater covered her body as she hid under the blankets. She wiped her nose and peeked up.
"Hey!" She smiled, her eyes warm, "what are you doing here?"
"I texted you but you didn't answer, which is unlike you," Kendall says, handing her the water.
"Sorry sunshine," Y/N says, using the nickname she used in just about everyone, "hi, I'm Y/N and I would shake your hand but I don't want to get you-" she stops to sneeze into her elbow, "sick."
"Bless you," Harry chuckled, sitting on the chair next to her nightstand, "and it's okay."
"You guys don't have to stay, I'm all boring and stuffy, and I'm not even sure if you're actually here or if I'm just hallucinating," she says.
Harry laughs softly, a dimple appearing in his cheek, "'s true I think Zane gave me too much medicine," Y/N giggled.
"Well Zane just left, maybe we should stay until he comes back, I would hate to leave you here," Kendall frowns.
"It's okay, really," Y/N promised.
"Y/N you would do the same for me," Kendall says, she turns to Harry, "last month I had the worst fever and Y/N was like my nurse. She made me soup and fluffed my pillows and everything."
"I just like helping people," Y/N shrugs, "so Harry, tell me about yourself?"
"What do you want to know?" Harry asked.
Y/N lips form into a line as she thinks, "tell me your most embarrassing classroom story, or wait- I want to know your biggest fear."
"How do I know you won't leak it to the press?" Harry teased.
Y/N giggled, "listen dude, I'm like ninety percent sure I'm hallucinating and will not remember any of this in about ten hours-oh my god! I forgot to ask do you guys want something to drink?"
"Actually, I have to run quickly, but will you stay and keep her company?" Kendall asked, a small smirk on her lips.
Harry nods, "of course, I have to tell Y/N my deepest darkest secrets and my biggest fears, and my life stories, I'm sure we'll be here awhile," Harry says.
"I'm excited," Y/N says, shifting on the bed.
Kendall waves goodbye and Y/N shuts off the TV, pulling the blanket over her shivering body and tucking it under her chin, "okay, tell me about your favorite memory," Y/N asked, yawning.
Harry explained one of his favorites, but little did he know that this soon would be one of them.
Harry takes in a deep breath, stepping forwards until he's right in front of her, in front of his wife. Y/N looks up at him, her smile even brighter if possible. He leans down, kissing her softly, not wanting to ruin her makeup.
"I married you," Harry whispered.
"I married you," she repeated, her smile wider than ever.