The Bank of Second Chances | Zarry

Chapter 34: The Venue

Harry stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the lace dress he'd slipped into moments before. The delicate fabric clung to his body in all the right places, and the intricate detailing along the neckline and hem made him feel like he was wrapped in a dream. But as he gazed at his reflection, a wave of doubt washed over him.

"Look, big brother," Waliyha's voice broke through his thoughts. She was standing behind him, a warm smile on her face as she carefully zipped up the back of the dress. "You look stunning, and they are gonna love it once you step out there. Trust me."

Harry turned to her, his hands trembling slightly as he held onto hers. "It's everything I dreamed of, I just hope he likes it," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Waliyha squeezed his hands reassuringly. "He's going to fall to the floor when he sees you in it, I promise you. But before we get there, we have to say yes to the dress first, so let's go show the others."

Harry chuckled softly, the tension in his shoulders easing a bit. "See, this is why I picked you to come back with me. You're so honest and you don't instantly get emotional and give me long lectures."

"Well, I'm glad you realized I'm the superior sister," Waliyha teased, giving a mock shrug. "Sorry, Gemma."

Harry rolled his eyes playfully but couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at his lips. Just as he was about to step out of the dressing room, his phone buzzed. The screen lit up with Zayn's name, and Harry felt his heart skip a beat.

"Hey babe, how's everything going?" Zayn's voice was warm, but there was an edge of curiosity in his tone.

"Great," Harry replied, glancing at his reflection one last time. "I'm wearing the dress right now. I was about to reveal it to everyone before you called."

"Send me a picture," Zayn said, the suggestion laced with excitement.

"Absolutely not," Harry responded, feigning indignation. "You can't see it until the wedding."

"That's not what I want a picture of," Zayn teased, his voice dropping into a more suggestive tone.

Harry smirked, already knowing how to derail this conversation. "Well, when I get out of this... me and Wali can send you a selfie since she's here with me."

There was a moment of silence on the line, and Harry could practically see Zayn's cheeks turning red. "I'll see you at home, Harry. Enjoy the rest of your fitting. I bet you look incredible."

"Thanks, babe. I'll see you later tonight," Harry replied, his voice softening with affection.

As soon as the call ended, Harry turned to Waliyha with a grin. "So, when are you gonna tell him that we're like best friends and tell each other everything?"

"No time soon. I love how he reacts thinking you know nothing," Waliyha replied with a mischievous grin.

They shared a laugh before Waliyha guided Harry out of the dressing room. Outside, a group of loved ones waited anxiously—Niall, Trisha, Anne, Gemma, Safaa, and Doniya. The moment Harry stepped out in the dress, a collective gasp filled the room.

He looked regal, and beautiful, every inch the vision he had hoped to be. Even Niall, who was known for keeping his emotions in check, found himself getting teary-eyed.

"This is it," Anne whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "This is the dress."

Harry felt a swell of pride and joy as he looked around at the approving faces. "I'm getting the dress," he said decisively, knowing it was the right choice. But the suit would have to wait for another day. He finalized the purchase and then checked the time. There was still a little while before he needed to pick up Sunny and Arlo from daycare.