The Rest of His Tomorrows (H. Styles)

Chapter 11

*****Two Weeks Later*****

Annalise

Two weeks had gone by so fast, and it was the day of the wedding. Harry and I were getting married, it was all so surreal.

My dress was beautiful, it was exactly like the one in the magazine. I didn't wear a veil, instead, mom had put twin French braids with tiny flowers worked into it, down to my hairline, then left the rest of my hair flowing over my shoulders. Tammy's hair was in a single French braid, and her dress a beautiful emerald green, made just like mine, except instead of the halter top, hers was strapless. She looked lovely in it.

The guys had worked hard clearing their media room, so the wedding could take place there. At the front was a simple setup with two free-standing candelabras. The candles were green, and we had put vines with tiny roses wrapped around the base, with black ribbons tying them on. The folding chairs were divided by an emerald green runner, that the wedding party would walk down. It was simple, but lovely all the same.

Tammy was my maid-of-honor and Louis was Harry's best man. Zayn walked me down the aisle. I had asked Niall if he could play a wedding march on his guitar. At first, he had laughed at me, but I told him that at an Indian wedding, it would have probably been the tom-tom. (A/N Don't really know, it just sounded good for the sake of the story) So he could play that if he liked. Niall said he'd just learned a guitar version.

That left Liam. I couldn't leave him out, so I thought long and hard, and I decided I wanted him to sing for our first dance. He wasn't really sure about my song choice, but it was my wedding. So, if that's what I wanted, that's what I would get. Niall just sat and played random love songs, sometimes singing along, as we waited for everyone to get there. When everyone was seated, Tammy walked down the aisle, then everyone turned to look, as I stepped through the door on Zayn's arm.

"Ready?" Zayn whispered.

I nodded and we started to walk.

Harry stood, looking so handsome in his black tux. The green of his bowtie and cummerbund brought out his green eyes that seemed to sparkle.

I felt so special, as his gaze never left mine. When we reached him, Zayn placed my hand in Harry's and said quietly, "Treat each other well, that all your tomorrows may be happy." Then he stepped back and went to sit next to Liam.

As the judge had us say our vows, our eyes still held. It was like, if we looked away, the other might disappear. When Harry slipped a gold band, with small emerald chips in it on my finger, it made it all real for me. I was Mrs. Harry Styles! I would wake up next to him every morning and lay beside him at night. Be his strength, when he needed it, and in return, he would be mine. Love him, care for him, and bare his children. I was his tomorrow and he is mine.

"You may kiss your bride," said the judge.

Harry gently pulled me into his arms. I raised my hands to cup his cheeks. " I love you, Mr. Styles."

"And I love you, Mrs. Styles." Then he gave me a short, but sweet kiss.

As we broke apart the judge announced, "I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Harry Styles."

Turning, we accepted all the hugs, kisses, and congratulations. Then we headed to the backyard, where streamers and balloons have been hung, for food and dancing.

First, we cut the cake, and it was delicious. Then Louis stood and said it was his duty, as the best man, to embarrass the groom! He didn't though, his speech was actually very sweet.

"I've known Harry awhile now, and I've seen him have his highs and lows. I've seen our fans pick him up and then beat him down almost into a depression, but if you don't know him well, you would never see it. When Annalise bumped into him that day he had left the house feet dragging, but when he came back, he had a bounce in his step." Louis looked at me. "You did that Annalise. You brought back Harry's happiness. I think I speak for all the lads when I say, Thank You!"