Little Secrets (h.s. au)

seventeen

4 YEARS LATER

Harry's POV

"You are so late," Liam says, his hand pushing my shoulder.

"I know. Sorry," I mumble, sleep still filled in my eyes. He sits me on a chair and Louis walks in, helping me do my hair.

"You are not allowed to yell at me," I state, Louis laughing.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say," he chuckles, my hand buttoning a shirt on my body.

"You better wake up. You're not supposed to be sleepy," Liam says, buttoning the rest of my shirt as I balance myself on the counter.

"I get that. Yesterday was one of those nights," I say. I missed her. Terribly.

A bowtie is slung around my neck and Liam ties it, Louis finishing whatever the hell he did to my hair.

"Whatever this whole mustache thing is, you need to stop it," he says, my lips curving.

"I like it," I say, his head shaking.

"No," he says, grabbing shaving cream and shaving my mustache off. It's an on and off thing. She wanted me to have one.

"Okay, get your pants on," Liam says, my body standing. I step out of my shorts and I pull my pants up my legs, sitting and putting socks on my feet.

"No! You ruined his hair, you filthy animal," Louis grumbles, brushing through my hair again.

"Sorry," Liam throws his hands up.

Dress shoes are placed on my feet and Louis sprays cologne on me, my body standing up.

"Do I look okay?" I ask, both of their heads nodding.

"Fantastic," Liam smiles, my head nodding.

We walk out of the room together and I wait a minute, music filling my ears. I walk down and stand at the end of the church, my eyes looking over everyone here. Gemma and her husband sit with their newborn, Jess and Gabe sitting beside each other, and my mum looking happier than ever. Everyone looks happy here.

As for me I couldn't be more nervous. I got no sleep, ran out of gas, and now I stand in front of a ton of people not knowing if this will turn out.

"Calm down. You're going to faint," Liam whispers in my ear, my head nodding. I sigh and the song changes, everyone standing and looking at the door. My heart pounds and I smile, my beautiful bride smiling at me as well.

She meets me at the altar and I grab her hand, her fingers forming into mine tightly.

The pastor drones on and on, my eyes unable to look anywhere but her. I can't look away from her. Ever.

I look her over, her tan arms on show as they extend to hold my hands tightly. My hands engulf hers, her little fingers warm to the touch. I see her collarbones slightly, her healthy body perfect in her dress. The strapless gown forms to her body in a way I love. When I meet her eyes again, she flushes and I smile.

Her voice carries as she says her vows, my eyes welling with tears (which she wipes) as we exchange our love. I never thought I'd be here.

As I say my vows, she starts to cry and I wipe her tears, holding her cheeks lightly. All I say is my love for her and I never take my eyes off my bride.

When I place her ring on her finger, she smiles and I wipe a stray tear from her cheek. She turns and grabs the ring from her maid of honor, moving it over my knuckles as she smiles.

Our 'I do's are said and I watch her closely, her fingers squeezing mine for reassurance.

"I now pronounce you, husband and wife," the pastor says.