No Control [Hariana]

Chapter 92. "Almost time"

Today is March 26th 5:00pm. It's almost time for Harry and I wedding. God this is incredible. I can't believe it. I'm going to be marrying the most important person in my life. My soul mate. Who knew?.....I mean...who knew that my one and only would be Harry styles? That's absolutely insane.

And of course I don't love him because he's famous, that's honestly the least of my worries, but...only because he's so sweet, he's everything to me....I have never ever ever felt this way about any one before. "Whats going on in that pretty head of yours?...." Harry asked snaking his arm around me.

We were sitting on the couch watching tv. "Just you" I replied, hoping I didn't sound weird. "Mmm....what about me?". "Just...how much I love you..." I said. He smiled and leaned down to kiss me but I dodged the kiss and got up and walked away to leave him wanting more. I tried to look sexy walking away....but...my plan didn't exactly work as I tripped and fell.

Harry ran over to me laughing. "May I say....you are the most adorable thing in the world" he laughed. Mmmmhmmm. "Shut up and help me" I said annoyed. I was annoyed at that fact that Harry thought it was hilarious and that I'm a clumsy idiot.

I expected Harry to lift me up by taking my hands but to my surprise he carried me bridal style and started walking around the entire house. "Harry....what are you doing?" I asked confused as he walked to the kitchen then to the backyard.

"Just practicing" he replied. Huh? Practicing? Practicing on wh-.......oh....I then realized how he was really carrying me. He was practicing for when we go to our honeymoon and how he's going to carry me. I started blushing. God, he honestly wouldn't stop talking about how he couldn't wait for our honeymoon and how romantic it's going to be.

He's making me eager for our good time the more he talks about it. My phone started ringing and I jumped out of his arms to go get it. "Jesus..." Harry muttered about me jumping out of his arms. That was pretty impressive. I mean he was holding me very high up and he's really tall...I'm not even sure how I jumped off like that....oh well.

I looked at the caller ID and realized I didn't know this number. "Hello?" I asked into my phone. "I will find you....and I will kill you...." the person said in a low voice. What the hell? "JUST KIDDING!!!" The person screamed. I then recognized the voice. "Ugh, really Louis?" I asked irritated.

He must have called from a fake number. God, he literally got my heart rate up by a thousand after he said his creepy words. "Hey love...open the door" Louis said. I hung up the phone already knowing by the tone of Louis's voice that they were all here. "Hey guys" I said opening the door.

"God, do you guys have to come every 5 seconds?" Harry asked annoyed in a joking way.....I at least think he was joking. "Oh shut up we know you missed us" niall replied to my boyfriend....wait no..he's not my boyfriend...he's my fiance. God, I'm sorry, that's just still so freaking weird to say.

"We came here because we're taking you to a club" zayn said. Ugh, a club. Hmmm...why not? I guess it won't do any harm. "Ok...I'm in" I said. "You are?" Harry asked me with raised eyebrows. I'm not exactly sure why he seemed so surprise. "Um...yea.." I replied frowning a bit. He nodded once and looked away. Um...ok. "Then let's go" el said all hyper.

God, I missed her craziness. "Jesus el, give them time to get dressed" rian muttered and I chuckled. I ran upstairs leaving Harry and his "attitude" to go get dressed. I grabbed a hot skin tight red dress and some black heels. "Are you seriously gonna where that?" Harry asked making me jump from the sudden voice. "Um...yea...it's cute right?" I asked, hoping harry liked it. "I guess..." he replied.

Huh? That's odd. Usually he would say something sweet or a little dirty. Why is he acting strange? "Um...are you okay? You seem mad or something" I asked. "Oh yea....Ari I'm perfectly fine. Nothing's wrong with me at all. Thanks for asking" he said sarcastically, in a rude way. What the hell is his problem?