Mixed Up // Harry Styles

Twenty-Three

                                         CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

"I don't know why you're going ahead with this still," I shake my head as I tie up Harrys tie for him, tucking it neatly beneath his buttoned up blazer.

"Just trust me," He whispers.

"That's all you've been saying for the past week and a bit."

"And now I'm saying it again."

I roll my eyes and smooth down his blazer, tucking his pocket square neatly into his pocket then letting him check himself in the mirror. Louis stands in the doorway, sipping his glass of orange juice and studying his friends outfit.

"Considering you don't want to marry this girl, you're looking nervous." He comments noticing Harry's odd behaviour at the same moment as me.

"Are you all just going to make comments about me all day?"

"Pretty much," We nod our heads and smirk at him which only makes him tenser.

I walk to my wardrobe throwing the doors open and shifting through the clothes and picking out a simple outfit for the day but making it suitable for the day's situation. Without caring, I change out of my pyjamas into the outfit in front of Harry and Louis, fully aware that they are in viewing distance.

"Wow, Holly, I don't need a strip tease," Louis teases and quickly moves from the doorway. "Save that for Harry."

Harry simply sighs and rolls his eyes at the crude comment and makes his way towards me once I'm fully dressed, pulling me into a tight hug and stroking my hair softly, heavily breathing in my ear.

"I'm going to miss you buddy," I whisper quietly, tightening my arms around his skinny frame.

"What are you talking about?" He pulls back a little to look me in the eye.

"You're getting married, I'm moving up north again. We're hardly gonna see one another as much as now." I sigh and look away from him.

"We'll work something out."

"So you're going ahead with the marriage then?"

"I have to," He tells me firmly. "You know I do."

I sigh again and nod my head, making my way to the mirror after removing myself from his arms and sort out my hair. Plaiting and curling necessary sections as I tie it up into a neat bun, making sure to be completely satisfied with it before finishing my make up just in time for the arrival of the cars for Harry and the boys.

"It's time to go lads!" Louis' voice rings through the flat and everyone goes rushing in the direction of the front door, the girls all waving them off.

"Good luck Haz," I whisper and peck his cheek just before he walks through the door.

Felicity emerges from the kitchen with a tray full of champagne glasses and hands one to each of us.

"To the soon to be disastrous wedding of the decade," Felicity raises her glass.

"I'll drink to that," Danielle chuckles and down her drink as do I.

"Come on, we best get a move on ladies," Perrie orders, pushing us out of the front door and locking it behind her.

*

We arrive outside the church with fifteen minutes to spare, the photographer rounding us up for some couple photos and group shots. After a few more photos everyone makes their way into the church, my eyes scanning the rows of people and instantly spotting Anne and Gemma towards the front.

I dash towards them, careful not to knock into any of the other guests. Instantly their faces light up into big grins and they both pull me into separate hugs, gushing about all kinds of things.

"You look beautiful," Anne states.

"Indeed, I'm jealous." Gemma adds.

I smile sheepishly, thanking them and returning the kind comments.

Harry and the boys walk past, heading for the altar and their assigned seats right at the front, the vicar shortly joining Harry at the altar and exchanging a few words with the nervous boy.

"If everyone could please stand for the arrival of the bride," The vicar announces and everyone does as told, all the women in the room scooping into their bags for their cameras.

The organ begins to play and I close my eyes, biting down on my lower lip, refusing to open my eyes again until the sound of the organ fades out although it still rings in my ears for a while afterwards.

"Please be seated."

There's a moment of chatter as everyone takes their seat once again, but quickly silencing when the vicar begins the ceremony and everything seems to go by in a blur from this point on.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here, in the sight of God, and in the face of this congregation, to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony; which is an honourable estate, instituted of God, signifying unto us the mystical union that is betwixt Christ and his Church: which holy estate Christ adorned and beautified with his presence and first miracle that he wrought in Cana of Galilee."

Harry looks around the church, his eyes meeting with those of family members and friends, a smile twitching at his lips and his tongue poking out at the younger children only to be ruined when Mia hits him on the arm to scold him for his childish behaviour.

"And is commended of Saint Paul to be honourable among all men: and therefore is not by any to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly; but reverently, discreetly, advisedly, soberly, and in the fear of God. Into this holy estate these two persons present come now to be joined. If any man can show just cause, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter for ever hold his peace."

The room falls silent and worried glances are exchanged between the guests. With a sickening feeling bubbling inside me, I dart up out of my seat with gasps filling the silence of the church. I cover my own mouth to avoid being sick and race out of the church, throwing up once the humid air hits me. A hand rubs gently circles into my back to calm me and I peer up at them, Nialls worried expression staring back at me, his eyes narrowing with concern.

"Do you want to go home?"

I shake my head and reposition myself closer into his arms, wiping my mouth against my cardigan sleeve.

"No, I want to go back inside."

"We'll stand in the doorway, just so if you..."

"OK." I whisper.

We shuffle back inside with me still help securely in Nialls arms, leaning against the large oak church door, my head resting on Nialls chest as he gives the thumbs up to the vicar - or anyone who cares.

"Do you, Harry Edward Styles, take thee, Mia Mary Taff, to be your lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death you do part, according to God's holy law, in the presence of God you make this vow."

I glance away from Niall for a moment and study Harry. The nervous shuffling of his feet tells me that he wants to run whereas the grin on his face says that he wants to go ahead. He takes a look in my direction and his smile wipes from his features but he shakes his head and looks away again, carefully and gently caressing Mia's hands with his own.

"I do."