❝𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧❞-𝐡.𝐬

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

Iris sinclair

''wait what do you mean you have a wedding in two days?'' my best friend shouts while entering my apartment door. as she shuts the door i am walking out of my walk-in closet with two white dresses in my hands holding it up for her high.

''flo. which one?'' i ask with no interest whatsoever, first of all i've never thought about marriage in my life, second of all even if i did i wouldn't want it to be arranged. and now that nothing is happening the way i want, the dress doesn't matter either. florence looked at me annoyed and then started staring at the dress in my right hand for a good two minutes and then looked at the one in my left. the white dresses were for sure not wedding type of dresses but they both would work considering how expensive and white they were? i don't know shit about weddings okay.

The dress i was holding in my right hand was a versace spring 2006 ready to wear collection white, open decollete and a knee length masterpiece, which i totally didn't plan to wear on a wedding. on my OWN wedding especially. The dress i was holding in my left hand was Herve Leger's vintage 'simple' white dress from 1997's collection.

''Always Versace'' she says and walks to the bar taking a bottle of red wine and starting to open it, while i took my Herve Leger back to the closet and Versace on my bed.

''can you tell me how you actually feel like?'' she asked me, looking at me weirdly, while chugging the wine from its bottle. i sighed, sitting down on a couch next to her.

''i don't even know, flo. i feel like i gotta make the best out of it. i mean he is hot, he is smart and he thinks he is better than anyone so why not annoy him and play with him and just make his life a living hell, huh?'' i shrugged drinking the vodka that was put on the table in front of me, feeling stupid and absolutely worthless.

''hey! it's harry styles, dude. Every single fucking woman's dream on this island, and if people outside this place knew him they would want him too. so you for sure need to make the best of it. what do you know? maybe you are a great match. you don't want to admit but you guys are more than alike...actually i think you guys are exactly the same'' she says standing up stumbling to the bar to put the now empty bottle of wine there and taking a big bite of the timmy's left kebab.

''i think i just got offended. there's no fucking-g way we-e could ever EVER work. He is HIM and i am ME.'' i said moving my hands dramatically as if i was explaining physics to a five year old. why am i such a lightweight.

''oh-kay'' she smiles sarcastically with her head tilted to the side, making me whine louder and lay on the couch fully.

''hey, it's going to be okay. he will never be home, you will never be home. you guys are working people, you will rarely see each other. it will be as if you never even got married. do you have to move in together?'' she asks slowly, coming closer.

''yes. ''to make it seem more natural for the citizens'' dear mother said and i quote'' i said mumbling into the pillow, feeling as florence started laying down on top of me.

''you can do anything, iris'' she said quietly, making my heart ache. i felt like i could cry, but i haven't done that ever since the night of my father's death.

''we'll be alright.'' i whispered back.

***

The annoying alarm sound woke me and florence up at 7 o'clock in the morning. Tomorrow was officially the day i was going to get married to save my fucking island from being fucking ratted out. my goddamn life sounds like a movie at this point or a book teenagers would enjoy to read. Since everything has to seem real for the people of avalon, i have to act like everything really is real and this is totally not against both of me and harry's wishes. speaking of the devil, the phone on the breakfast table started vibrating next to flo, who was finishing up her pancakes, which i made for her.

''who is it?'' i asked putting her plate in the sink, brushing my hands.

''i have no idea. answer'' she shrugged handing me the phone ''hopefully, not the guys you killed in australia'' she snorted to herself standing up.

''ha-ha, flo'' i said picking up the phone and putting it to my ear ''iris sinclair.'' i answered, waiting for the caller to say something

''Iris. hi.'' that goddamn voice. why did he have to say my name like that. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME. 

''harry. hi. what's up?'' what the fuck do you mean what's up iris are you kidding me i curse myself under breath for acting stupid over the goddamn phone

''just wanted to ask you what's your least favorite flower?'' he asks, nearly sounding genuine, does he seriously think that i will fall for that?

''why? so i don't come across them on our lovely wedding?'' i asked sarcastically, playing along.

''exactly, that. The wedding manager just asked me and i could not make a decision without my dear fiancè.'' he answered sounding goofy on the phone line.

''sunflowers.'' My favorite flowers. i smirked to myself waiting for his answer.

''great! no sunflowers then.'' he said hanging up. that son of a bitch. i could feel him smile over the phone, making me smile. OH SHUT UP, IRIS. can i just stop listening to my inner voices for a second?

''HEY WHO WAS IT?'' florence shouts from another room, making me jump

''WRONG NUMBER'' i shouted back, when i heard the door bell ring. 

''i'll open'' i heard florence say and i walked out of the kitchen to see my brother standing at my doorstep looking flashed to see florence, making me smirk.

The deal about timothee and florence is that we all grew up together and the feelings have always been there. but when timothee went away for college he found this new confidence, style, hairstyle and became an all the way man-whore. i love him to death and he is the only man i trust with my life but he really is a freaking whore. so florence was heartbroken to see him sleeping with a different girl every single night and she started sleeping around too and when she felt like sleeping with other men was not enough to forget about timmy, she drank. and i was stuck between two in love people who were too scared to admit their feelings and did shitty things to themselves and each other.

''timothee.'' florence greets smiling a little, her eyes turned sad so fast, it even hurt me.

''hi, lo'' lo was a nickname he came up with when we were five. i always used to call her flo and he used to get jealous about the nickname i had for flo that he didn't. so he started calling her lo. and when they grew up he used it in the most intimate and personal moments. 

''we were just discussing my wedding, lil bro'' i said changing the subject so the awkward silence wouldn't makes us more uncomfortable. basically, the friend group consists of four people: me, timmy, flo and tyler and i still don't know where the fuck he is. he should have been here two hours ago.

''yeah, well not the most exciting thing, is it? oh, tyler called by the way, he's still trying to hack into the CIA system for god knows what so he will meet us at the wedding'' he said taking off his jacket. florence laughed and went back into the living room as i watched timmy staring at her back with dreamy eyes.

''you fucking moron. just try and be a man for once'' i whisper-shout, making him look at me instantly.

''shut up little Mrs. styles'' he laughed at me squinting his eyes. so i took the vase that was sitting on top of the tall table and threw it at him which obviously he caught in instant, making me groan.

''we used to exercise for this stuff together, dude. come on.'' he said smiling at me with tilted head, looking like a proud parent.

''shut up. let me get married, okay?!'' i say fake excitedly exiting the room, laughing timothee behind me. 

i wonder what he is doing right now.

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a little filler chapter from iris' pov, next one will be harry's. thank you for giving this story a chance. i have a massive thing planned. it will be MEGA.

-h