Shades Of Styles

Married at First Sight

A/N: I started watching the show married at first sight and it inspired this imagine. If you don't get the concept, basically, they get people and match them up and the first time they meet the person, is on their wedding day. And then they give them like 8 weeks to figure out if they want to stay married or get divorced.

Fuck, I'm so nervous. I can't believe I agreed to do this. I honestly just thought it would be fun and nothing would come out of it.
"Just try it," My friends said. "It'll be a fun experience." They said. "They probably won't even find you anyone." Why did I listen to them?!
Then again, none of us thought the experts would show up and tell me they found me a husband. Yet, here we are. I'm only a week away from marrying a man I've never met.
This is actually crazy. But what else am I going to do? I signed a contract. I'm sure it'll be fine...hopefully.
I mean, I've seen the show before so I know they get it right a lot of the time. I just need to trust them and stop thinking about how wrong this could go.

~A week later~

Staring at myself in the mirror, in this beautiful gown that my father was nice enough to buy for me, I feel overwhelmed, nervous and excited all together. I never imagined standing in a white dress on my wedding day but not knowing who my groom is. But, I'm here and there's no where else to go but to the alter.

"You're beautiful." My father tells as he comes in. I suck in a breath as I turn around to look at him. He's been so supportive throughout this process. The day I told him I was getting married to a stranger he was a little put off but after a few days we talked and I told him how much I've thought this over and how cool of an experience it be for me even if it doesn't work out, he told me he just wanted me to be happy. I'm sure there's a part of him that's even more nervous than me but I'm glad he's holding back.

"Thanks dad." I sigh and wrap my arms around him. We share a small hug before I pull away, trying to hold back tears.

"We're ready for you (y/n)." A producer tells me. A camera man comes in to the room and ruins my dad and I's moment. I better get use to it, this will be the next 8 weeks of my life.
I feel so overwhelmed with different emotions that I don't even realize I'm 10 feet from the alter until my eyes meet my husbands. Green eyes.
I finally convince myself to look at him fully as my dad and I begin to walk down the aisle. I note that he is super handsome in general.
I look down the rest of his body, slim but still muscular in the arms, nice hands and he wears rings which makes him even more attractive.
Wow, he is just overwhelming beautiful. His brown hair and green eyes are perfectly contrasted, his shoulders are wide and firm and he's tall! In terms of looks, he's become my dream man that I never even had before today. I wonder what he thinks of me...

Finally, we're at the alter and I just feel his presence next to me. He's intimidating, in a good way. My dad hands me off to the man and pecks my cheek before joining the audience. Some, are people I've known my whole life and some are people I've never met-including my own husband. This is crazy!!

"Harry, I introduce to you-for the first time-(Y/F/N)." The priest introduces me to my husband-Harry. "And (Y/N), I introduce to you-for the first time- Harry Edward Styles."

"Hello." We both say at the same time, which makes us both chuckle as we shake hands. His laugh is adorable and his handshake is firm. His hand feels so large in my own.

We begin the ceremony and my mind is racing as the priest speaks to us. I feel as though I'm floating, I refuse to move my eyes away from Harry's face at the moment. It feels, as though I'd pass out if I were to acknowledge the scene around me.

When we exchange rings-he grabs my hand gently and I feel butterflies throughout my entire body as he slides the ring on my finger. When it's my turn, I look over his hand and realize he has a small cross tattoo in between his thumb and forefinger. I love that. I slide the ring down his finger and I notice how it matches well with his other rings.

"I do." Harry's speaks again and I finally pick out his accent. I smile at him. I take back what I said, he's not my dream man, he's everyone's dream man.
I tune in now as the priest reads my vows to me and I stop drooling long enough to say, "I do." Harry smiles back at me and my heart melts. If this doesn't work out, I don't know what I'd do. How will I move on from the hottest man I've ever seen?
Everything about him is amazing, his eyes, his hair, his hands, his smile, his laugh, his accent. He was carved by the gods!
I can't contain my own excitement as the priest says "You may now kiss your bride." I watch him lean down to my level and close his eyes. At the last minute, I close mine and our lips meet. It's only for a moment as I realize, he's still a complete stranger and I pull away. Everyone claps and cheers as we walk down the aisle, side by side.

The producers tell us we have 10 minutes to get to know each other a little before the reception, outside- so we find a spot and sit down. It's silent for a moment before he speaks.

"Hi." He laughs that adorable laugh and I laugh too.

"Hi-Harry." I say through my laugh and he looks down at his hands as he nervously rubs them against the tops of his thighs.

"You're very beautiful." He admits nervously. I feel my heart race faster.

"You too." I blurt out and laugh at myself. "Sorry, I mean-you are-you're..." I trail. I'm so embarrassed now. "Ugh." I groan. He laughs at me but grabs my hands.

"I'm beautiful?" He asks and I just nod, pressing my lips together. He laughs again but this time a little lighter. "I'm not laughing at you, I promise. This is all just-" He trails off so I finish his sentence.

"Weird?" I ask and he nods before letting go of my hands. I miss them now.

After another moment, we finally start to tell each other a little more about each other. He asks me about my personal life and then my family. I ask him about his life as well and before we now it, the producers are asking us to make our way to the reception.
And now I'm nervous again.

A/N: honestly didn't know how to write (y/n)s reaction to Harry. I just imagined myself seeing Harry in person and for the first time ever and wrote how I'd react 😉😏