A/N: Happy Mother's Day everyone! I hope everyone has a great day. Make sure you go and tell your mother that you love her. Even if you don't tell her everyday, which you should, go and tell her right now. Anyways here's a Mother's Day present a new chapter!!!
I guess I can't really blame Harry for asking me to marry him. I mean we talked about it sometimes but I never thought it was serious. I should've known he was going to ask because he was acting really weird the week before I came out. He kept talking about the wedding more and more. He even sent me a bunch of cake pictures and had my mom take me wedding dress shopping.
“Just for future reference” he would say. Who knew our future could be so close.
“What about this one?” Hannah says walking out in yet another wedding dress.
“Cute—” I sigh with a yawn, we had been at it for about five hours.
“You didn’t even look!” Hannah pouts looking at me.
“Han, I don’t have to—you’ve looked good in every single thing you’ve tried on. I’d kill for your figure.” I say. Its true Hannah had the perfect body. Everything was just the right size. Her body is perfectly proportionate, no wonder Harry fell in love with her. Hannah is perfect in every way and she knows how to say ‘yes’ to a marriage proposal.
“Hails come on you have the perfect figure!” she yells as she walks back into the dressing room.
“I’m too—curvy.” I pout examining myself in the mirror.
“Shut up Hailey! You’re perfect!” Hannah’s muffled yell comes from the dressing room.
“Nobody’s perfect Hannah!” I yell back. Except you …
“Okay enough with the wedding dresses—” she starts
“Oh thank god!” I smile jumping up and heading toward the front of the store.
“It’s your turn.” she smiles an almost evil smile This should be good…
“Do I have to—”I moan crossing my arms across my chest tightly.
“Well you are my Maid of Honor so—yeah! Now go!” she says pushing me into a dressing room before throwing like twenty dresses inside.
“Do I have to try on all of them?” I whine with a frown forming on my face.
“Every single one, I’ll be waiting.” she giggles and I can just see her smiling.
When I was little I always wanted to be a princess. And that’s exactly how I felt in this dress. It was strapless champagne dress that flowed perfectly all the way to the ground. The top was covered in sparkles and it had a black belt that tied at the waist. My shoes were a simple black silk heel that topped off the whole dress.
“Hails—you done yet?” Hannah exclaims knocking loudly on the dressing room door
“Yeah—but I don’t know if you’ll like it.”
“Just come out—” she says and I walk out twirling in the mirror.
“Well say something.” I say and Hannah stares at me with a blank unreadable look on her face.
“I knew you wouldn’t like it I’ll go get another one.” I sigh walking back to the dress rack.
“Hailey you—you look so beautiful!” Hannah screams jumping up and scaring the crap out of me.
“Really? You really like it?” I say
“Yes, I love it Hails! I think this is the perfect dress and you look gorgeous in it—let me see the shoes?” she says and I lift up my dress to show her the shoes.
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Four Years (Finished)
FanfictionWhen I walked away that day I swore I'd never see Harry's face again. But I guess when two people are meant to be together, fate will stop at nothing to get them together. So if Harry and I were meant to be together then why did I say no that night...
