Harry Styles Imagines

Wedding day 3.1

---------Walking the Isle----------

We arrived at the reception and immediately my nerves began to build up. Do I really want to do this? Am I willing to give up my entire life to be with Harry?

Definitely.

"Sweetie, this is the end of the line. This is the moment you begin your life with Harry forever. There are over 200 people here waiting for you to get married to Harry. Look me in the eye and tell me this is who you want."

I listened carefully to my fathers words. He always knew what to say. I looked him dead in the eye and was silent for a few seconds.

"I want to be with him. Thank you dad, for everything and for being my hero but now it's time for me to move on." I smiled kissing his cheek. He shed a little tear but wiped it.

"That's my princess. I'm so proud of you." I smiled in return as we linked arms. We waited. The flower girls went first, followed by the bridesmaids and the groomsmen, Best man and maid of honour (Gemma). The music stopped and immediately the traditional music followed by the doors opening. I glanced at the room seeing everyone standing to their feet.

It was a moment to remember.

I saw Harry at the end of the isle. His eyes were large and his mouth open. He looked handsome in his suit and tie I couldn't help keep my eyes off him.

I walked down the Isle with my dad by my side, a big smile spread across my lips. I made eye contact with Anne as she had a blank expression. I immediately turned my head back to Harry. My dad kissed my cheek and released our arms. He patted Harry on the back and went forth to take his position.

Harry unveiled me as I made full eye contact with his vibrant green eyes. I was so lost in his daze. He mouthed 'I love you.' I smiled in return as I was in a matter of speechless.

"Take your seats." The pastor instructed. Shuffling went around as people sat down.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in honour of Harry Styles and Y/F/N in marriage."

I spaced out during the few minutes of him talking. I rehearsed my vows as did he. I began to get excited when it was nearing the end of the ceremony.

"If anyone here doesn't wish for these beautiful people to join hands in marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace." He called out. I slowly looked around the audience, not seeing one frown except for Anne but that was usual.

"I don't believe you love her." Everyone gasped. I turned my head at the voice to see Anne standing up.

Shit.

"Mum, what are you doing." Harry hissed in anger. He kept his hands tightly linked to mine as if he never wanted to let go.

"I'm doing what's best for my son." She snapped back in annoyance. I felt my throat get dry as a few tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't hesitate to shed a few tears that I tried to hide.

I had a feeling this was going to happen but I never really expected it to happen.

"We shall take a few minutes break. There is refreshments in the back if you may please." The pastor sighed, dabbing his forehead with a damp cloth.

Harry led me towards his mum and signalled Gemma to come along. He also dragged his mum to a random room which happened to be an empty large closet. I sat down on the couch cushion provided with Gemma. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders in comfort.

"What the actual hell mum!" Harry shouted pacing around the room.

"I don't think you two are right for each other. Harry don't you see, she's not for you. She's just like every other woman you've ever dated Harry!" She sighed folding her arms across her chest. Harry immediately stopped pacing and stopped to glare at his mum.

"Are you really serious. Please tell me you didn't just say that. Every other girl I've dated was a hoe mum, does she look like a hoe to you?!" Harry was really angry. His fists were tightened and his jaw was clenched.

"She doesn't want you for you Harry, she wants your money and your fame. If only you'd listen t-"

"Listen to you?!" He grabbed my hand and pulled me up to stand next to me, his arm wrapped around my waist. "You don't know me as much as you think you do. I wouldn't be fighting for her if I didn't love her."

"Ms Styles." I spoke for the first time. She turned her head to glare at me. I closed my eyes and reopened them.
"I have never nor would I ever do anything intentionally to hurt Harry. I totally understand that this is your son and you're only trying to protect him but he's 27 years old now and I think it's about time he made his own decisions. I never really understood why you never liked me when all I've tried to do was allow you to see my point. I love Harry, more than I've ever loved anyone else. I have given up my entire life to be with him and I would never do tht for anyone else but you have to understand that this is Harry's decision who he chooses to marry."

It was silent after my speech. Harry turned his head to look at me and pulled me closer, placing a kiss on my forehead.

"I love you mum but look at them. I'm going to say this but have you ever seen Harry happier ever since he met her during his depression. He loves her. Thats all he talks about and you know that. Please, you have to get over this fear of losing Harry, he's a grown man now." Gemma finished off. I mouthed a thank you to her.

We stood in silence as we waited for Anne's decision. She was either never going to accept Harry and I or the opposite.

"I've made my decision." She stated in a expressionless manner. I gulped and nodded my head.

Is the the final day of knowing Anne.