petals of time ➽ harry styles

Two

There was the girl, the one with long, wavy, brown hair. She was rather pretty, if I must say. You couldn't really say what eye color she had, it was changing practically every second. One second I thought it was blue, then the next it turned to green. I thought my eyes were just playing tricks, considering green and blue are right next to each other on the color wheel. But then I blinked and the next thing I know, her eyes were brown!

Ignoring her eyes, I took in the rest of her features. She had, full lips hidden by her lip gloss, which made her look even prettier. She had on purple, feather earings that matched her outfit perfectly.

Next to her was the same curly haired boy as before, still holding hands with each other. Unlike the girl next to him, he had green eyes, luckily staying the same color.

He was smiling like he was the happiest man on Earth. Considering that he had a wedding ring on his finger just like the girl next to him had a beautiful diamond ring on her ring finger. His cheeky smile showed his dimples which made him look absolutely adorable.

I assumed that they were on their honeymoon since the girl constantly rubbed her ring, as if she still wasn't used to having a ring on her finger. Also, the conversation they were having hinted they were on their honeymoon for they were talking about their wedding as if it was only yesterday.

But that wasn't what took my breath away. It wasn't what this happy couple looked like or what colored eyes they had. It was who they were that scared me the most.

I was staring at a boy from the most popular band on planet Earth. And the girl next to him I knew from the day I was born.

I was standing right next to Harry Styles of One Direction. And the girl next to him? That was me, Stephanie Knowles.

I was in utter shock. What the heck is going on? I can't be on a honeymoon with Harry Styles! I don't even know the guy, never-mind have married him! This is just plain creepy.

There wasn't much to listen to considering all that the couple was doing was staring at each others faces. You could see their eyes focusing on nothing but each other, both radiating love.

It sounds cheesy, I know, like I'm in a movie right now, more specifically a chick-flick, but hey, you can't blame me, they're in love!

Or I'm in love. She's in love? I don't know, this is all very confusing. Finally, the boy, or Harry, whoever, started speaking.

"I still can't believe that I just married the most beautiful girl in the world. It's still a wonder to me how you managed to fall on my lap. Hypothetically, of course," you could hear his thick British accent from the moment he started to speak.

The girl let out a slight chuckle. "Could this day get any better? I'm on my honeymoon with the guy I love, in Paris, and not having a single worry in the world. "

"You're right, Steph. There's no possible way for this day to get any better."

"You know, it's amazing how every girl out there wants you, yet I'm the only one who doesn't. And somehow, I'm now stuck with you."

"Shut up, Stephanie!" He played along, giving her a slight shove. She slipped almost falling, luckily having Harry catch her just before she hit her head.

Her head goes up, inches away from Harry's face. I watch as their heads inches closer and closer to each other's until finally having their lips meet.

"I love you," the girl breathed in between the kiss. The boy said the same thing.

Wow. Seriously! I swear this is just like a romantic novel! This has to be a fanfiction I am in right now, or something, because this is so unrealistic!