Saved by Harry *onedirection fanfiction* [Editing!]

Dress Shopping

I walked into the bridal boutique with everybody. The paparazzi had swarmed us outside but we made it in with out being attacked by fans so we were ok. "Hello, I have an appointment, under Hadley?" I told the woman, "Ah yes, your the pretty little thing that's going to marry Harry Styles. Come this way," the young woman behind a desk told me. I followed her to a room with a chandelier and a walk way that I would soon be standing on to show everybody wedding dresses. Everybody took a seat on a couch and a very pretty woman came in, "Ms.Hadley? Hi, I'm Regina Wells and I'm your consultant. Follow me." I followed her to a dressing room. "So anything in mind that you want your dress to be like?" she asked. "Yes, um I have one in mind that I saw when we came in ,it was everything I want. Can we go get it?" The woman nodded and we went to get the dress. When she was done buttoning up the back, she gasped. "Miss Hadley, you look so beautiful." I smiled, this was the first time I really felt beautiful besides all the times Harry told me.

I walked out onto the tiny runway. Everybody gasped and their jaws were dropped. We all stood there in silence, Eleanor was the first to speak up, "You look gorgeous! That has to be your dress!" Everybody nodded their heads, still in a trance. My mum started getting teary eyed. The dress had a sweetheart neckline and a strapless top underneath a lace layer with a deep v-neck, it puffed out like a princess ballgown just at my waist. It was lace, and had thin lace sleeves. I always thought I would want a strapless dress but this dress was so elegant and beautiful that I just knew it was my dress. I began to tear up too. "Yes, I'm getting this dress." Everybody shouted in agreement and happiness. I picked out a garter that was lace too, just to match my dress.

When we left the boutique, a swarm of fans that didn't like me came running up to us. "Your marrying Harry?!? I'm supposed to marry him!" one girl shouted. Another girl tossed a drink in my face and I was soaked. The paparazzi came running up to take photos.  I ran to the car crying, I wish I had Harry here to protect me.

When we got home, Eleanor and the other girlfriends ran to hide the dress. I was a size 0 and the dress fit perfectly so I didn't need to leave it there to be fitted. Harry saw the blue drink all over me and my puffy eyes. "Darling, what happened?" he looked furious, not at me but at who did this to me. "Some fans threw a drink on me," I said. He pulled me into a hug.

"Hey Emma! Look at what the paparazzi did!" Perrie shouted from the living room. Harry and I walked into the living room and the picture of me covered in a blue drink, crying was on a teen gossip show. "Emma Hadley, soon to be Mrs.Styles was dress shopping today for her wedding gown. When she left some angry fans approached her and threw a drink on her, our men took this photo of her running away in tears. Doesn't she look like a smurf Johnny?" a young news woman asked. Whoever Johnny is answered, "Well that was my first thought but after looking at it long enough I think she looks more like a scrawny blue berrie!" the audience laughed and I began to cry again.

"I'm calling that show right now!" Harry exclaimed. I buried my head into his chest as he furiously talked to a man that ran the show. When he hung up he picked me up and put me on the couch. Daniele began to brush my curls. Perrie was telling me how stupid they were and Eleanor was talking about how I should forget it and to be excited for the wedding. When they left, Harry sat next to me on the couch, "I'm sorry I wasn't there," he cooed into my ear when I cuddled up next to him. "It's ok, Harry, that's the past. I just didn't like the hate but I'm ok now and besides, you would have seen the dress if you had came!" I replied. He smiled and gave me a kiss on the forehead and we watched some old movies until we passed out.

Sorry if the dress description is bad! It's exactly like princess Kate's (of England) wedding dress but just a bit more ball gown.