The Alliance [H.S]

9

Eden Crawford.

As I look at myself in the mirror, hair curled, makeup on and the simple yet stunning white dress hugging my curves, I can't help but feel lost. I truly haven't felt like myself these past couple of days, everything was just moving so fast and I was getting information thrown at me from left, right, and center. I couldn't help but feel a sting in my eyes and I suddenly turn away from the mirror before crying out like a baby.

Dave was right yesterday, there's just nothing I can do about this, no matter how hard I tried.

I hear a faint knock at my door making me startled and I quickly walk over to the door.

"Eden" my father speaks with a shocked tone in his voice, stepping closer "you look so beautiful honey" he places a soft hand on my cheek. I couldn't help but notice a sad look in his eyes as he looked at me. "Dad, are you alright what's wrong," I ask a bit worried.

His eyes begin to well with tears and they slowly drip down his rough skin past his chin "I am so sorry Eden" he says while taking a deep breath before speaking again "this is not what I had planned out for you, here you are about have an arranged married and as much as I can't wait to walk you down this aisle, I just know it won't be the same as doing it for real"

I couldn't help but notice tears slowly slipping down from my eyes, I didn't even care right now.

I leaned in and hugged my dad, just breathing out all the nerves feeling safe in his presence.

"Dad listens to me, it's ok. I know this needs to be done, I want all of us to be safe" I say with a smile, pulling away from the embrace my father and I had shared which seemed like something we haven't done in ages.

My father just smiles at me and holds his arm out for me to take and I gladly do so.

We walk out of my room into the long hallway, to the grand staircase which let straight into the back garden and it was surprisingly decorated with all different shades of white roses making my heart beat hard in my chest knowing my father had placed these here in honor of my mother who loved white roses, I would never forget that.

As we make our way down the stairs the photographer, Jax, snaps a picture of my father and I, giving me a kind reassuring nod as I make my way to the back door.

The pits in my stomach started to grow larger when Jax opens the door out into the garden quickly stepping in front of us snapping more pictures making my heart beat so fast I thought I was going to explode.

As I step out into the sunlight on this gorgeous English autumn day, I peer my head up to what laid in front of me and I couldn't help but feel shocked. More white roses surrounded the small ceremonial area, a white banner attached between two trees with different fabrics of silk rested between them, it was beautiful and stood right underneath it was none other than Harry.

He was wearing a dark grey suit with a white collared shirt underneath with a few buttons undone, no more different than his usual everyday outfit but somehow today he managed to look even more attractive than he usually appeared which I didn't think was possible. I scanned him from head to toe, his hair was done perfectly but still a messy look to it but fitting his face just right, a few rings on his fingers as always but one missing on his wedding finger now and then landing on his red dress shoes which I couldn't help but smile at.