Unpredictable Love II

Chapter 125

11 months later

"Last chance, are you sure you want to go through with this?" I look to my left and am met with a pair of eyes that are a mirror image of mine, only my Mothers eyes are brimmed with tears.

No tears threaten to spill from my eyes, I have nothing to be sad about. This is the day I've been waiting for my entire life.

I don't answer Mom's question, she's already asked me the same thing several times, it's pointless to repeat the same answer once again.

Through the thick wooden doors ahead of me I can hear the piano playing a tune that I used to compare to the death march. Angelyse just pushed through them not too long ago, which means it's now our turn.

"Ready?" I murmur to my Mother and she gives my arm a light squeeze before pushing the doors open and we step through.

Harry's POV

My eyes have been fixed on that door ever since they planted me at this alter. I've never been so ready for something in my life, but as the doors swing open and my eyes land on that pure, white gown, I can honestly say I wasn't prepared for this feeling.

She trails down the aisle at a deathly slow pace, and I'm tempted to run and grab her and force her along. Suddenly the past eleven months and all of our wedding planning means nothing. It doesn't matter if we have roses or lilacs, it doesn't matter if we eat lobster or steak. All that matters is her and me. She and I. I'm ready to call this woman my wife and the only thing holding us up is this slow wedding march. We should've picked a venue with a shorter aisle.

Those crystal orbs that I've fallen in love with haven't seen me yet, she's much too focused on the ground ahead of her.

As she nears the alter, her eyes dart up and lock with mine. I can see the fight raising within herself she resist the urge to sprint towards me. A wide grin spreads across my face, and tears swell up in my eyes.

She's in front of me now, within arms length but I still can't touch her. I'm getting antsy.

"Who gives this bride away?" The priest asks.

"That would be me." Catherine says in a bubbly voice. Karleigh rolls her eyes, but smiles at me as her mom places her hand into mine.

When her cool skin touches my palm, I release I sigh I didn't realize I was keeping in. It's like I'm whole now, with her.

"You may now say your written vows." The priest instructs. I drop one of her hands and grab the folded up paper from the inside of my tux.

"Karleigh Jane Grey, you are the most compassionate woman I've ever met. You're beautiful, inside and out. Everyday I'll continue to ask the universe how I got you, because I sure don't deserve you. But I'll do everything in my power to keep you happy. You are my better half, and without you I'm mediocre at best. You're my happiness and you bring me life. If you'll still take me, I'd like to be yours forever. " My voice shakes at the end. Tears are consistently streaming down her face.

Her hand drops from mine and she swipes away her tears and clears her throat so she can say her vows.

"Harry Edward Styles, I can't wait to steal your last name. I find it only fair that I steal your name, because you stole my heart. So we can call this even. I've been by your side through sickness and health already, but I'll do it again if I have to. Love is overrated because people toss that word around so carelessly. Words can't describe how I feel for you. All I know, is when death does us part, no matter when... it'll be too soon." She manages to choke out.

My heart is aching, in a good way.

The priest speaks again. "Do you Harry, take the Karleigh, to have and to hold, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"And do you Karleigh, take the Harry, to have and to hold, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?"

"Hell yes I do!" The audience laughs lightly at her eager response.

"You may now kiss the bride."

And I do. With everything I've got, I kiss my bride.