Promise Me This [h.s]

07.

Amaya Sharma

Harry, my father, and I spent another two hours discussing wedding details. Harry decided on wearing a a black tuxedo because he had a nice one back at his apartment that he favored a lot apparently. We also figured out what venue we should get married at and made the guest list of who we wanted to invite. I found it quite odd when Harry didn't put down his father's name. He only put the name of who I assume to either be his mother, sister, or some close relative that shared the same last name as him. He also invited his band mates, and picked Niall as his best man.

I was torn between choosing Shanti or my sister, Divya, to be my maid of honor. Divya was just three years younger than me, making her nineteen. She was in Uni at the moment but already booked her ticket back to New York the second she heard I was finally getting married, for real this time. Usually it would be a no- brainer and I should just pick my sister as my maid of honor, but Div and I both knew that I was way closer with Shanti. I love my sister to pieces, don't get me wrong, and I still consider myself to be really close with her as well; but Shanti chose me as the maid of honor to her wedding, so it was only fair that she was the maid of honor to mine. Honestly, I don't even think Divya minds that much anyway. The only reason she really wants to come to my wedding is because she heard Zayn Malik is going to be there.

Divya definitely isn't the type of girl to go boy crazy, but Zayn is a completely different story. She's been obsessing over him for a little while now and she was just plain shocked when she heard that I was marrying Harry Styles rather than Zayn Malik, as if I had a choice otherwise.

I honestly have no idea what the other boys are like because I've never met any of them personally, but if they are anything near how Harry is, then they can fuck right off. The only guy I know who is a sweetheart for sure is Niall, based on what Shanti has told me. I was quite surprised when Shanti told me that she and Niall were still hitting it off. Niall seems like a nice guy, but I never really knew for sure until she told me how sweet he's been to her over the past few weeks. It has almost been a month since that night in the casino, where Shanti had a steamy make out sesh with Niall, and where I agreed to probably the worst deal of my life.

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It was the next morning, the wedding officially being in 24 hours now. Today I decided to relax and enjoy my last day at home. Life is going to be hella weird living with Harry, but it's also going to be nice not having to live with my annoying ass father.

I asked Shanti to come over later, having her by my side always seemed to calm my nerves. Divya is also coming home today and I couldn't be more excited. Her flight lands at 2pm, so Shanti said she will come over by 1:30 so we can head to the airport to pick up my sister. The three of us were super close with one another, our bond only strengthening over time. It makes me so happy that I have a strong relationship with my family members, well my sister and cousin at least, because I actually know a lot of people who unfortunately can't say the same.

With thoughts circling my head, my anxiety for tomorrow, and worries about my future overtaking my mind, I was shocked when I noticed how fast time has gone. I was binging old episodes of New Girl when I got a text from Shanti telling me she was parked outside my house.

I was still in pj shorts and an oversized t- shirt, so I hastily put on baggy blue jeans and a cropped white top, quickly putting an oversized jacket on and zipping it up halfway as if it was second nature now. I paired it with my green Air Jordan 1's so it matched with my jacket, then I grabbed my phone and headed down the stairs. I go and find my father, telling him that Shanti and I are about to go pick up Divya from the airport. He was on the phone with someone so he sent me a nod, letting me know that I could go. I step out of my house and make my way over to Shanti's car.