Fortis // L.T.

Chapter 3 - Today Is The Day

I walked down the aisle 2nd last, my bouquet and Converse in hand. I met Louis' eyes and looked at the goofy smile on his face. When I reached him, he wrapped his arms around him and kissed my forehead.

"You look amazing!" Louis whispered letting go of my wrists hesitantly.

"Wait till you see Molly!" I giggled, standing to steps back. The whole congregation standing signalized that my bitch faced best friend was walking down the aisle. Just before Molly stepped into sight, flicked my gaze to Louis' face and left it there. Tears cascaded down his cheeks as Molly's white figure made its way towards him. My eyes went to Molly for five seconds and noticed that she was also crying and that big grin had not disappeared. Molly finally reached Louis and held his hands in her own. She spun around and handed me her bouquet, pulling a ridiculous face before turning back to my brother.

After what felt like no time at all, Molly and Louis were walking back down the aisle arm in arm. I linked arms with Harry, Louis' best mate and ploughed through the sand behind the newly weds. As soon as we were back at the cars, Louis swept his bride off her feet and kissed her.

"Oh for fucks sake boy! You've been married for five minutes and you've already made me sick!" Harry joked, laughing loudly. Louis laughed into the kiss before setting Molly back on her feet. Harry took the opportunity to press his lips to mine, announcing that we were together way before I was ready to. I smirked but kept my lips pressed against his. When we pulled back, Mr and Mrs Tomlinson were staring at us with their jaws on the ground. Harry's arm snaked around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"How long has this been happening?" Louis snapped, glaring at Harry.

"Almost two years," I mumbled, casting my eyes down. I swear I could have cut the anger in the air with a knife.

"How could you not tell us?" Molly yelled, clearly not angry or anything. I scoffed, face palming at my stupidity.

"I'm sorry but can I please take a moment to bring to your attention how long you were dating in secret and how much longer you would have most likely kept dating until I walked in on you two shagging?" I explained, angering myself. Louis and Molly turned their heads. "Exactly. It was one and a half years. So don't try and make us feel bad."

We forced smiles on our faces as people flooded to congratulate them while Harry and I disembarked to walk along the beach in the short amount of time we had to wait to leave for photos. Harry clutched my hand, intertwining our fingers. The ocean lapped at our heels and the sun beamed gracefully down on us.

"I'm sorry. I should have asked you," Harry muttered, breaking the peaceful silence. I rolled my eyes.

"Haz, we were going to tell them today anyway," I laughed, leaning into him. "Let's have a bit of fun!"

Harry smirked, picking me up and making me wrap my legs around his waist to hold myself against him. His lips crushed against mine and my fingers braided themselves into his hair, tugging him closer. I wiggled my way out of his grasp and ran away from him, towards the place where Molly and Louis got married. Harry was on my tail and I knew it. I skidded to a halt and pointed for him to go and stand where Louis was standing. He got the drift and jogged down the strip of sand. Harry turned around and clasped his hands in front of him. Before I knew what I was doing, I snapped a photo of Harry standing there looking so perfect and posted it on Twitter with the caption:

Today is the day @harrystyles :) x

I smiled and began slowly making my way to Harry. Even though I knew it was fake, I had a smile on my face and butterflies in my stomach. I reached him and clasped his hands in mine. Harry quickly let go ad dropped to one knee, digging out a small velvet box.

"Yeah, you're right. Today is the day," He whispered and pulled back on the lid of the box. A simple diamond ring sparkled at me. I felt the dryness of my cheeks reduce to zero and knew I was crying. "Taliaha Reece Tomlinson, would you do the honour of being my wife?"

He smirked and I nodded violently.

"Oh my god! Yes Harry!" I cried as he slid the cool metal on my finger. Harry got to his feet, ran a hand through his hair and put both of his large hands on either side of my face.

"You may now kiss your bride-to-be," Harry breathed, kissing me passionately. I wanted to stay like this forever but of fucking course that couldn't happen.

"Oi Fiz and Harry! We gotta go!" Molly called from at the start of the aisle, her dress hitched up. We nodded and quickly separated from each other. We hurried towards the cars and made a get away from the on coming storm.

I'd just like to take the time to point out my lovey friends (Molly is NOT lovely) that read this shit hole of a story! Thanks   :) I GOT THE BRIDESMAIDS DRESSES UP ASWELL!