Abducted By Styles [IN RE-EDITING]

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SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER- SOUND OF YOUR HEART by SHAWN HOOK (Omfg he favourited my tweets❤️)

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C A R O L I N E

My body is adorned with the extravagant, lacy wedding gown. Words can't explain how wrong this feels; to say "I do" to the one you don't even love. I don't feel beautiful; Harry should be the one waiting for me at the alter. My hair is pulled up in a tight bun, a diamond tiara resting at the crown of my head. Jewelry also decorates my body- the pink seashell bracelet Darcy gave me completes the whole look.

My bridesmaids are wearing baby pink dresses, standing in rows- there are about twenty of them. Liam's groomsmen take pictures with the ladies, love is definitely in the air.

But not for me.

I'm standing right outside the doors to the chapel, clutching a bouquet of pastel green carnations and blue daffodils in my hands. My father is standing proudly beside me, and laces his arm through mine. I accept it unwillingly.

Even with the elegant wooden doors shut tight, the sound of the melodic wedding march playing on the organ, violin, and cello rings in my ears. My wedding counsellor, Mindy, gives me an earpiece before waving at me and stepping into the back of the chapel hall. When I place the piece in my ear, I hear Mindy's voice.

"On the count of three...are you ready?" She asks and I barely have the voice to answer her. But no, I'm not ready. I'm not ready to marry Liam, I can't believe this is really happening.

"One..." My heart hammers in anticipation of being miserable for the rest of my life.

"Two..." I suck in a deep breath.

Right now, I'm about to walk down the aisle to my worst nightmare.

"Three." With that, the doors to the church swing open.

After another hustle bustle week in preparation for the royal wedding, everything is finally set out: the wedding invitations, catering, decor, the chapel, the bridesmaids, favours and my wedding dress.

Back when Harry and I were together, he told me that out in the city, people would have things called bachelor and bachelorette parties. He said that it was the only day you could enjoy being single and unmarried for the last time.

I need one right about now.

I've been trying so hard to forget about him because it's obvious he's used to relationships like ours. Ours is just like one of the others. We never wanted to be like them- we wanted to be everlasting.

Maybe some things were never meant to be.

Tomorrow is the day of the royal wedding and the whole kingdom is awake with plans to double check. Liam's family have arrived as guests to the castle; his mother and father. I really hoped Harry would change his mind and come back, but that doesn't happen. He told me this was for my own good, but how bad is he?

Or maybe he just doesn't love me the way I love him.

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H A R R Y

I can't fucking do it, I just can't. Tomorrow is the day of the royal wedding, it's been all over the fucking news. The media held a few interviews with Caroline, but she refused to answer them. Looking at her face on telly made me mad- so I broke it.

"In case you change your mind, I'll be waiting for the day you come back for me. Just remember."

I'm going mental- I can feel it in way my nerves vibrate in fury, the way my mind goes into ecstasy, the way I scream inside my head with no one to hear my cries. I'm muted from my own coldness now.