If I could fly (BOOK 2)

Reception

The reception lasted exactly three minutes before it became absolute chaos.

It started politely - music low, people laughing softly, champagne glasses clinking while Darcy was passed carefully from arm to arm like the most important guest in the room.

Then Louis leaned over the DJ booth and said, far too confidently,
"This wedding needs energy."

The next song cut mid-beat.

And then-

The opening drums of Best Song Ever exploded through the speakers.

Y/N barely had time to blink before Louis, Niall, and Liam sprinted onto the dance floor like muscle memory had taken over. Zayn followed half a beat later, already shaking his head but smiling anyway.

"Oh no," Harry groaned.

Too late.

They launched into the choreography.
The actual choreography.

Pointing. Spinning. Dramatic poses straight out of the music video like no years had passed at all.

The room erupted.

Guests screamed. Phones shot into the air. Anne covered her mouth laughing so hard she had to sit down. Gemma doubled over, filming through tears.

Harry stared for one stunned second before laughing so hard he bent forward, gripping Y/N's hand like he needed balance.

"I married into chaos," she laughed.

"You married legends," he corrected proudly.

Darcy squealed wildly from Anne's arms like she was cheering them on.

When the song ended, the boys bowed dramatically and disappeared toward the bar like nothing had happened.

The music softened again.

Harry turned to Y/N and held out his hand.

"Dance with me?"

⸻

Their first dance wasn't perfect.

It wasn't rehearsed.

It was slow and quiet and felt like breathing after holding it in for years.

Harry pulled her close, one hand firm at her waist, the other threading through her fingers. He rested his forehead lightly against hers, eyes closing for a second as they swayed together.

"You okay?" he whispered.

She smiled up at him, eyes warm and bright.

"I'm crazy about you."

His ears flushed instantly. "You can't just say things like that in front of everyone."

She leaned closer, brushing her lips just beside his ear.

And then she whispered.

The words were too quiet for anyone else to hear. Too close. Too private.

Harry froze.

His eyes widened slightly. His breath hitched.

She continued, voice low and slow, her fingers tightening just a little against his shoulder as she spoke something only meant for him - something teasing, something intimate, something that made his entire posture shift.

He swallowed hard.

"Yn..." he murmured, voice dropping an octave, stunned and completely undone.

She pulled back just enough to look at him, smiling like she knew exactly what she'd done.Harry's jaw flexed. His hand tightened subtly at her waist. His cheeks flushed deeper, eyes darkening with something that made him look suddenly less like the groom and more like the man who couldn't quite believe this woman was his.

"You are dangerous," he whispered.

"Married to me now," she teased softly.

He shook his head, breathless, pressing a kiss to her temple like it was the only safe place he could aim right now.

"Best decision I've ever made."

They swayed together a little longer, Harry's thumb brushing slow circles against her hip like he was grounding himself back into the room.

⸻

Later, when the music shifted again and Darcy began fussing slightly, Harry immediately reached for her.

"For her?" Y/N asked gently.

"For her," he said, but he was already smiling.

He stepped back onto the dance floor with Darcy resting against his chest, her tiny sparkly dress catching the lights around them. One hand supported her carefully while the other held her small fingers between his.

"Well," he murmured to her, swaying gently, "this one's ours."

Darcy stared up at him, fascinated, then grabbed his tie with absolute confidence.

Harry laughed quietly and kissed her hair.

"You're going to steal every spotlight I ever stand in."

She babbled happily, resting her head briefly against his shoulder.

Across the room, Y/N watched them with her hand pressed to her mouth, tears slipping free without her noticing.

Louis nudged her gently. "He's gone, you know."

She laughed through tears. "I know."

Harry swayed slowly with Darcy, eyes closing for a moment as the music carried them. The reception noise faded into warmth, light, and the steady rhythm of her breathing against him.

Husband.
Father.
Home.

And he wouldn't have traded it for anything.