FLOATING UP AND DREAMING // L.S

twenty

TW// contains scenes of wanting to d-word and just overall rather dark thoughts at the end of the chapter
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"This corset is too tight." Florence breathed in the best she could, her hands placed over her breasts.

"You don't have to wear it, your dress fits fine without it." Harry's grip slackened on the strings of her corset, her hands falling to her waist.

"Yeah, okay."

Harry left her in the room with Gemma and Rose and walked out to the entrance of the cathedral where guests were slowly trickling in. He went outside and walked over to the far side of the carpark, lighting up his once-weekly cigarette.

He sat on a log in a small garden of hydrangeas and watched as the cars pulled into the lot. Zayn and Liam waved at him as they entered the building, which was when he saw Louis leaning against his car in the third parking spot.

He raised his hand instead of a wave, pressing his lips together.

Harry lifted his hand and wiggled his fingers in response, flicking his cigarette stub to the concrete and standing up, brushing off his dress trousers before walking around the cathedral to where the space in the large garden had been turned into an outdoor dining area for after the ceremony.

He went through the doors and entered the building, walking through a grand hallway until he found the main hall where an arch over the altar stood broad and grand, adorned with pink, blue, purple, and white flowers around the wire frame.

He silently wished that it was himself getting married in the beautiful building, but he forgot about it quickly once Dylan started walking down the aisle toward him.

"Are you high?" Was the first thing Harry asked him.

"Are you?"

"No."

"Neither."

Harry sat down on the stairs as Dylan approached him.

"Waiting until after the ceremony." He said, standing right in front of Harry.

"I'll join you then."

Dylan nodded and squinted his eyes before suddenly clutching Harry's chin and bringing their faces together until their noses were nearly touching. Harry's eyes widened in shock.

"Are you sure you're not high?" Dylan asked quietly.

Harry gaped at him. "It's just a cigarette." He shrugged.

"Your eyes look red though." Dylan dropped his chin and stepped back a bit.

"Well, I don't know why."

"Ok then." He said with a hint of suspicion in his voice. "You better get going back to Flo. Everyone's about to come in."

"Yeah.. Also, why'd you grab my face like that? That was so gay of you." Harry smirked as he stood up.

"Gross. I no gay boy."

"You're high." Harry dismissed him with his hand and started to walk back into the entrance hall.

"Very funny!" Dylan shouted after him, flipping him off.

Harry laughed quietly as he walked back into the room where Florence was getting ready.

"Oh, finally you're back." She said, looking up at him as she put her heels on. "How do I look? Your opinion is the only one that matters."

She stood up slowly and did a slow spin making Harry gasp quietly.