"The best color in the world, is the one that looks good on you" ~ Coco Chanel
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OAKLEYS POV:
If I could describe today in one word, I wouldn't be able to do it.
There are no words that could describe today. Absolutely none.
As soon as my feet started to move down the white fabric of the aisle, my hands stopped shaking and my mind stopped racing. Everything was still. We were the only people there.
We're now at the reception. The drive to the hotel was short, so we made it with plenty of time to spare.
We're now sitting at the head table, awaiting the announcement of our first dance.
*Play Us by James Bay*
We did things a little backwards, starting with the father and daughter dance, then mother and son.
I had Greg dance with me. We laughed together at the things we would say to each other. I caught the eyes of Heather, sending her a warm smile as she does the same.
I haven't spoken to her much, but I will when the time is right.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mr and Mrs. Styles for their first dance as a married couple!" The Dj announces, every one clapping and cheering.
I stand, hand in hand with Harry as we make our way towards the dance floor. He pulls me in, resting his one hand on my waist. My hand rest on his chest as we sway back and forth to the song.
"This is crazy" I whisper, a smile forming on my face as I look around the room, everyone's eyes on us.
"Don't pay attention to them. Look at me" He urges. My green and blue eyes meet his green ones, shining with love and happiness.
"It's just you and me. No one else" He whispers to me. A smile stretches across his face, reaching his eyes and his dimples popping.
"Just you and me" I nod. I lean my head on his chest, his face then cuddling into my neck, leaving soft kisses every once and a while.
I close my eyes, inhaling his scent as my nerves ease with every intake of air. His hair tickles my neck, but I don't say anything.
I lift my head, Harry doing the same. I slowly lean in, connecting our lips softly as we hear the crowd 'Awe.' I smile when I pull away, our foreheads resting upon each other.
The song picks up, our dancing picking up as well as he twirls me. Moving all across the dance floor in fluid motions.
My mind wanders back to when we first met. Memories flying in left and right.
//Flash back//
"You're really good at that." Says a raspy, British accent. I flinch slightly and pry one eye open to look at the curly headed man beside me.
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"I'm Harry."
"Oakley." I smile.
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Colors//H.S
RomanceOakley Joan Adam's is a 24 year old women living as an event painter in L.A. She paints for weddings, for small company's and on windows. She paints to calm her self down, to express her emotions through color. She was all alone her whole life until...
