Colors//H.S

Wedding / part two

"He who wishes to become a master of color must see, feel, and experience each individual color in its endless combinations with all other colors." – Johannes Itten

             
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HARRY'S POV:

"Dude, stop pacing before you start a fire" Niall laughs, but I don't listen.

"Relax mate, he's nervous" Louis pipes in.

"Harry, you know you don't have to go through with this, right?" I hear Liam speak, my heart sinking as he does.

I stop in my tracks, pulling my knuckles away from my mouth.

"Why? Did she say something? Does she not want to? Oh god I knew it—"

"What? No Harry she didn't say anything. I'm just telling you" Liam laughs a bit. I noticeably relax, my heart rate returning to normal.

"No, I definitely want to go through with this" I say confidently, finally sitting down next to Louis after a while of pacing from nerves.

"Then what's got you all nervously pacing?" Niall asks me.

"It's not like a bad nervous. It's an excited one, and I don't know how to deal with it I guess?" I shrug, not seeming to know my own feelings.

"Well, if it's any help, I bet she's nervous to" Liam tells me, patting me on the shoulder before he gets up, heading towards the mini fridge.

"Has anyone heard from Zayn?" I ask, deep down kind of knowing the answer.

"Last I heard he said he was coming, but I don't know" Louis shrugs.

I nod, hoping that I'm wrong and he does come.

"Hey Harry, there's some lady out here who wants to talk to you" I see Mitch at the entrance of the tent, gesturing his hand towards the lady outside whom I can't see.

"Alright" I grunt as I remove myself from the black leather couch, heading towards the tents exit and entrance.

"Oh, Heather right?" I ask as soon as the women comes to view. She has blonde hair like Oakleys, the same face shape and smile. It's hard to miss if you ever met them both to put two and two together.

"Harry, yes that's me. I just wanted to thank you for inviting me. She said I could stay, but I just wanted to thank you before the wedding" She explains, I nod at her, telling her she's welcome and I'm glad that Oakley said she could stay.

After she walks away, I notice my mum and Gemma exit their tent and head towards mine, and for some odd reason, my heart starts to beat faster.

"Hey Harry, how are you?" Mum asks, pulling me into a hug.

"I'm fine mum, how's Oakley?" I ask, pulling away so I can see her face.

"Oh she's fine dear, very excited" My mom smiles at me, while Gemma pulls me into a hug.

I sigh, my shoulders relaxing slightly.

"You look nice, is everyone here?" Asks Gemma.

I nod, yeah everyone except—"

"Zayn!"

My eyebrows furrow as I turn around towards the noise, the opening of the tent exactly how I left it. My confusion grows more and more as I walk closer to the tents entrance, peering my head in and noticing Louis on the phone.

"No mate, just hurry on through and we're the tent on the right" Louis nods at nothing in particular, saying goodbye and hanging up.

"He's here?" I ask, obviously knowing the answer.