Harry Styles One Shots

That Moment (His POV)

"I honestly didn't think I'd be standing up here, until a few more years later. I thought she'd wait until she was 26 or 27 to get married. I never thought that my little girl would be getting married at 22. I didn't prepare myself for this. She always said that she didn't want to be married. That, being married was icky and she didn't like it.

"But, standing up here today, looking at my beautiful daughter, and her groom.. Its emotional," Y/n's dad cried. "Her mother was only 26 when she died. I had to raise Y/n all by myself. She was four when Mari-Jane passed and ever since, I've taken care of our little girl. Of course, I had help from relatives, but it wasn't the same. I've seen Y/n go from a little girl, to a strong, independent woman. She's headstrong just like her mother. Stubborn, too." Everyone laughed, including me. I looked down at my gorgeous bride, and lightly kissed her curled hair. She cuddled more into my body, as we listened to her father give his speech. Tears fell from his eyes, as well as hers.

"I love you, baby girl. And I know mom isn't here but I hope I'm good enough. I wish you the best in your marriage." He blew a kiss to Y/n, and walked off the small stage. Y/n got up, and ran to her dad, squeezing a hug out of him.

Next up was my mum.

"Harry. Harry, Harry, Harry. When you were little, you didn't even like the idea of dating or girls. You always pushed them away, except for me and Gems," my mum winked. I groaned, and pinched the bridge of my nose. "When you met Y/n in tenth grade, I thought you'd push her away too. But then, she started coming over a lot, and you two spent so much time together. Our families got along really well and I liked that. And she calmed your temper down because you were a hot head."

"Was not!" I yelled back. "Yeah you were, Haz." Y/n whispered, kissing my cheek. I felt the stickiness of her lip gloss, but I left it. I know I'll be getting plenty more kisses later, so I better get used to it now.

My mum smirked at me. "You both have always been so perfect for each other and I knew Harry would want to marry you, Y/n. I knew I'd be standing up here, one day, giving a speech about you both, and how in love you both were." My mum sniffled as tears fell from her eyes. "I just can't.. I never wanted my son to grow up and leave me." I smiled, tears slowly starting in form in my eyes.

I love my mum. No matter how annoying she is, no matter what she says or does. I love her with all my heart.

"I want you to stay a little baby, Harry, and all I have to worry about is your baby formula and when you run out of diapers and wipes. I know that when I'm done, it's over. You're not my little boy anymore. You'll be all grown up, with Y/n and you'll have little babies, and I can't control that."

"She better not have babies!" I heard her dad yell. We all laughed again. My mum carefully wiped away her fallen tears. Knowing her, she would complain about her makeup all the way home, and for a few days.

"I want to keep going, but I can't do that to you guys. So, congrats. May God be with you throughout your marriage."

"The groom would like to speak now." The priest said in the microphone. I got up, leaving behind a confused Y/n. She didn't know I would give a speech. I didn't want to do it, either, but I had to. She needed to know how I actually feel about her. I've never told her this before, but I am now.

I cleared my throat, my heart racing. I looked up, and my eyes locked on hers. I smiled. "I did... Prepare a speech, but then I forgot it. Classic Harry," Everyone laughed again. "When I first laid my eyes on Y/n.. I knew she had to be mine. I've never.. Liked a girl before her. Never liked anyone for that matter. I never pictured myself having a girlfriend, getting married. I wanted to be alone. I thought I was better off on my own, I had no problems, no worries, no nothing. But then I saw her. Everything changed sophomore year when I saw her. She made my heart skip a beat, made this feeling go off that I've never felt before. I didn't know how to act, I've never felt like this before. So I pushed her away. I told her I hated her, told her to leave me alone, I'd bully her. But it wasn't because I actually hated her. It was because I loved her. I was in love with her.

"And each day, it got worse. So did my bullying. So did the harsh comments I spat at her. As my feelings grew, the meaner I was to her. And, one day I almost shot her. I had a gun, I was in the woods. I needed some relief. Something to get my mind off of the feelings I had for her. I shot the gun, and.. It almost hit'er." Everyone gasped. "She screamed, and I looked up, and saw her with wide eyes. I apologized to her over and over again. After a while, I got sick of it, and I kissed her. And I felt relieved after I did. Everything I felt for her poured out in that one kiss, and whenever I think about it, still to this day, I think of two things. My first kiss, and the day I almost killed the love of my life. I'm proud to stand here and say I'm marrying Y/n Delgado because without her, I'd be lost. I wouldn't know what to do with my life. This toast is to you, baby girl. For.. Making me the happiest man alive."

As I stared at the grave in front me, I smiled, a few tears falling from my eyes. She stayed strong and she faught for three years. I held my back, man I'm getting old.

76 years old and still trugging like its hot.

Gemma walked over to me. That old hag should of died ages ago. I still love her though. "She loved you," Gemma whispered, smiling at me. "I love her too," I smiled down at the grave. The flowers from my hands fell on the grave beneath me. Y/n has been gone for a year and a half. I come here everyday. The workers know me by heart now. They let me stay after hours sometimes and offer to drive me home. I walk here.

I walked with my cane away from the grave and smiled looking up. She's up there. I know she's there, smiling down at me as well.

"I love you," the wind picked up and I knew that was her.

Y/n Styles.
Forever in our hearts.
2000-2074

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A/n// I cried writing the end of this.