Harry Styles imagines + preferences

Don't be nervous, love

'Love' Harry speaks softly from the other side of the door.

His heart breaking at the sound of your whimpers. Usually he would be by your side in minutes, holding you in his arms. But it would a sin to walk into his bride to be dressing room.

'H' you cry out.

Your breathing is becoming heavier by the minute. Tears are stinging your eyes.

'S'okay love. Just breath in and out for me. Yeah?' He comforts you.

You do so, breathing in and out. In and out until you feel your breathing become steady.

'Feeling better darling?' He asks softly.

'Yeah' you reply, wiping away your tears.

'S'alright. Don't be nervous, love. But if you feel like that again, there's my hoodie in the duffel bag to help calm you down' he coos.

You place your hands against the door, smiling widely at your groom to be. Your heart is pounding out of your chest. A reason to love him forever.

'Thank you' you mumble.

Harry stayed quiet for a while, smiling. His own heart pounding out of his chest. This is his reason to love you forever.

'S'alright. Just happy your okay' he whispers.

Every doubt, nerves vanished as you walked down the isle, smiling at your boyfriend. His smile even bigger when he sees you in your wedding dress. Absolutely stunning, beautiful.

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'You may now kiss the bride' the priest ushers.

He leans in slowly, nudging his nose against yours before softly caressing your lips.

Forever and always will he have your heart.