united [h.s.]

three

"You got a dress for me?" I smiled, admiring the lavender bridesmaids dress. It was floorlength and strapless, so simple yet so beautiful.

"Well, I had hope you would come." She shrugged her shoulders. Hayley looked absolutely stunning, her hair was in an elegant updo, and her makeup made her eyes stand out beautifully. Her dress was a simple lace gown, hugging her curves in all the right places.

"Well I'm glad I did," I smiled, pulling her into a side hug, careful not to mess up her appearance. "You look absolutely gorgeous, by the way." I added, smiling widely at her before I left to change into my dress and have my hair and makeup done by Lou. I slipped on the dress, grinning at how good the color looked against my complexion. Plus, it was my favorite color, so it was all the better. Lou put my hair in nice beach waves, matching the other bridesmaids. She quickly applied my light makeup, then I was set to go. I slid on my shoes, a nice pair of sandals. Thank God, I would not be able to handle a night in heels.

"Is everybody ready?" The wedding coordinator asked, and we all nodded. All of the girls got in line according to when they would walk, and I made my wau to Hayley.

"Wait, when do I walk?" I asked, and a smirk appeared on her face. My stomach twisted, an uneasy feeling overwhelming me.

"You'll be first." I nodded, slowly making my way to the front of the line. We started walking towards the doors to the chapel, where the groomsmen were already waiting. I stood next to the first man in line, not bothering to look, fear overwhelming me. Hayley was up to something, and I knew it.

"Hello, love," I heard the familar deep voice whisper, my heart dropping.

"Harry," I whispered, forcing myself to look up and meet his gaze. God, he was still so beautiful. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt a strong urge to cry. He's here. His hair seems to have gotten longer, him probably not bothering to trim it. They curled at the ends as always, and his emerald eyes were glistening.

"Long time no see," He mumbled, tracing my cheek with his hand. My bottom lip quivered. He let out a deep chuckle, grabbing it between his thumb and forefinger. I was speechless, only being capable of admiring the man in front of me, the man I missed so much. The man I left behind.

"Alright, let's get started!" The coordinator shouted, and I took a deep breath. I linked my arm through Harry's, holding the beautiful floral bouquet in the other hand. The doors in front of us opened, and everybody stood, turning to look at us. I felt my cheeks heat up, walking down the aisle next to Harry. I looked ahead, seeing a wide grin on Louis' face, and he shot Harry a thumbs up. Once we made it to the end, we separated to opposite sides of the arch.

All during the wedding, Harry and I's gazes were stuck on eachother. I couldn't help but have thoughts of this being us someday, getting married. I mean, he is my soulmate after all. I love him so much, and seeing him here in front of me brings so many feelings of regret.

"You may now kiss the bride!" The minister exclaimed, and I looked at Hayley and Louis for the first time of the whole ceremony. Louis grabbed her waist, pulling her towards him and giving her a sloppy kiss. There was an eruption of laughs and cheers, and then we all left the chapel. Harry grabbed my hand from behind me, squeezing it tightly. I turned to him, a weak smile on my face. I felt so much guilt for leaving him, and it was beginning to overwhelm me.

"Can we talk?" I asked, and he hesitantly nodded. I started pulling him outside, when a voice interrupted us.

"Haz! Where are ya going, we're headed to the reception now." Louis spoke, a look of concern on his face.

"Oh, no, Lou, I'm not leaving," He awkwardly laughed, his hand leaving mine. "We were just going to talk." He nudged his head towards me, Louis' mouth making an 'o' shape.