Chapter 90. "Lets practice"

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The next day harry and I were practicing for our wedding. "Ok and your going to walk....and walk and walk...and once you get to him stand on this platform. There will be someone to move the end of your dress for you and you stare into his eyes" our helper Janis said to me. I nodded and stared into Harry's eyes as he stared back into mine. Man, these things were dramatic.

I mean, they force us to stare into each other's eyes and look a certain way....it's a little weird. The practicing went on and Harry and I had to practice walking off arm in arm. It was actually pretty cute. "God babe, your gonna look so beautiful even more so than you do, when you walk down the aisle" Harry whispered in my ear and I smiled.

"I hope so" I replied a little distant. I wasn't trying to be distant on purpose it's just...I was starting to get nervous about the whole wedding. "What do you mean?" Harry asked as we stopped at the end of the aisle. I must say, it's pretty awesome we get to practice in the Cinderella castle. It's looks exactly the same from when harry and I came before we went on the boys tour.

Except now, there's an aisle and there's going to be a bunch of wedding decorations around. God this place is big enough for us to have our entire huge wedding party. "Ari?...." Harry asked shaking me lightly to try to get me to focus.

"Sorry..." I muttered. "What's wrong? You seem to have been deep in thought ever since this day started" he said looking into my eyes for an explanation. "I'm...I'm just scared..." I admitted. "Scared? Scared of what baby?" He asked grabbing my hands.

"I mean...what if something goes wrong....aren't you scared?" I asked curiously. I don't think he gets it. I mean...this is huge....if something goes wrong...I'm gonna lose it. "Ari. Nothing is going to go wrong. Everything is going to be absolutely perfect. And no I'm not scared. All I know is everything is going to be alright. I proposed to the most beautiful girl in the world, she said yes, were gonna get married, have our honeymoon, and we're going to have the perfect lives together....cause were together" he said slowly making sure I heard every word. A tear fell down my cheek.

Harry wiped it away and frowned. "No....don't cry...what's wrong sweetie?" He asked pulling me into his arms. God, I hated acting like such a baby in front of him. "Harry....does...does babying me ever get annoying?....and.....do you get tired of....our sex? Is it boring?" I asked letting it all out.

Harry frowned again. "Ariana....where is all of this coming from? I don't "baby" you....it's called protecting and loving you. Because I swear to do those 2 things for as long as we live. And the sex....God Ari the sex....I can't explain it. It never ever ever...gets boring. That's the last thing it'll ever do. If anything...it gets better each time. I love it. I love you. You need to understand that okay? Now no more silly questions. I love you and that's final" he said.

Oh....well then. Guess that answered my questions. "Now come on, let's go back home. I have an interview to go to sadly" he added. Ugh. I did a puppy dog face and he made one as well. "God, plz don't do that. My heart breaks when you do that" he said hugging me tightly. We thanked our helpers and walked out the castle.

As the door opened, there we're tons of screaming fans and flashing lights on Harry and I. Crap....we were about to get mobbed. We walked down the stairs and started trying to get through the crowd. Gosh, there was so much pushing and shoving.

I swear if harry wasn't holding my hand I would have fell instantly. We finally got into Paul's jeep and he drove us back home. "Thanks paul. The guys are coming to pick me up. We'll meet you there" Harry said to Paul as he was closing the door to our house as we walked in. I plopped myself onto the couch and groaned.

"Love?" Harry asked concerned. "Sorry, headache" I replied. "You don't need to be sorry. Do you want some pills?". I nodded. He walked into our kitchen and over to our medicine cabinet.

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