Shades Of Styles

You marry him...on accident

4 days ago my boyfriend broke up with me and I'm still crying about it. I hate everything and everyone at this moment. I haven't left my bedroom in this time and i don't ever want to leave this room. I've been able to eat or sleep at all. I feel drained and not hungry. My best friend Harry keeps calling but I just let it go to voice mail. Who cares...I don't.

I haven't even got an explanation as to why he broke up with me...he just said were over and that was that. Haven't seen him or talked to him. He blocked me on Facebook and Twitter so there's no way of knowing what's going on. All I know is that I wasted 2 years with that asshole.

"I'm tired of you not answering me! I'm coming over wether you like it or not...be there in 5" my phone dings with a text from Harry. Oh no! He can't...ill just act like I was sick. I don't want him to worry about me. I clean myself up, throw away the tissues and make myself presentable. Not as much as I would like but enough for him to believe I was sick. Finally he knocks on the door and I sigh while answering it.

"Why haven't you answered my thousands of calls and texts?" He questions coming all the in my apartment.

"I've been sick." I lie with a shrug.

"Well you aren't now" he points out.

"I just felt better this morning"

"Okay...whatever. We're going out. It's 10pm on a Saturday night. We need to do something."

"Like?" I ask.

"Get wasted, fuck I don't know. Where's Sam?" He asks referring to my boyfriend-ex boyfriend. I hold back the tears that threaten to spill over my cheeks.

"He's busy" I tell him.

"Fine. Just you and me then. Go get some proper clothes on and we'll go out."

"Where?"

"I don't know, a party, a club. You name it. Somewhere with alcohol"

"You always want to get drunk Harry" I laugh but I know I need to get drunk. I need to take my mind off of everything.

"It's fun...lets just go."

"But where?"

"Vegas" he smiles.

"VEGAS!?!" I shout. "That's all the way in America! We can't just fly to Vegas." I tell him.

"Yes we can, I have a jet and everything. Who cares? Who will stop us? If we're going to get wasted might as well do it right?"

"Harry I don't kn-"

"Trust me on this! Getting drunk in Vegas is the best way"

"But I-"

"Pack a bag...we're going" he says and leaves. Well this is not what I expected but hey, i really want to take my mind off of...him so why not. I put together a few things and throw them in a bag.

"Ready?" He asks. I smile and we leave. "Wait! Did you wanna bring Sam?" He asks.

"No!" I say to fast.

"Well damn, it was just a question"

"Sorry I just...I know he would think this is ridiculous" and he would, he would tell me I'm being irrational and that I should just stay home and think logically. Well he can't now because he's the reason I'm doing this.

We ride to his jet in silence and then we get on and start the ride.

"Excited?" He asks.

"Kind of...I mean we're going to Vegas! Thats crazy"

"It's me, when have you not known me to be crazy?"

"Never I would guess" I sigh. My phone dings and I look down at it. It's from Sam...what?

I can't believe I ever broke up with you...I'm sorry. Come back! Is this a dream? Am I being punked?

Sam! Are you crazy? No!

Please. I love you.

Leave me alone. I begin to cry and I set my phone away from me.

"(Y/n), why are you crying? What's wrong?" Harry asks. I don't have the energy to answer him. He looks down at my phone and reads the messages.

"You and Sam broke up?! When?" He asks.

"4 days ago..." I look up at him wiping my eyes.

"4 days ag- and you didn't tell me?" He questions.

"I didn't want you to worry"

"Worry!? I would have kicked his ass! That's it! We are getting you wasted"

"That was the plan already"

"I planned on getting myself wasted and keeping you away from any drink but now..." He sighs. I don't say anything and sit back to wait for the ride to end.

After 3 and a half hours we finally made it. Harry signs us into the best hotel here and I get dressed. I put on a tight, short white dress with flowers all over it and a belt around the waist. I put waves in my hair, dangled earrings, 4 inch black heels and do winged eyeliner. After I finish I sit and wait for Harry.

Harry comes out with his long curls slicked back, a tan button up with a nice black jacket and the matching pants with a pair of black boots and his favorite Rolex

"You look great" I tell him.

"So do you..." He checks me out. "Now let's go get wasted."

We make it down to the bar of the hotel and he orders us 6 shots. With no hesitation I down my 3, I can feel the sharp liquid slide down my throat. 5 more of those and I should be numb.

Sure enough I down 5 more and I'm dizzy. Harry orders us both a shot of vodka and that helps. I order a martini and jug that down. Before I know it, I'm black out drunk and that makes me happy.

My eyes squint at the sun coming in from the window...I feel my head pounding and an arm slung around my waist, my eyes widen as I turn around to see who it is but then I sigh in relief...it's just Harry but he's naked and I'm naked. I sit up fast making my head hurt more. This can't be happening, I look down at my hands...one of Harry's rings is sitting on my ring finger...what the hell.

"Harry!!!" I shake him. He groans but opens his eyes. He looks at my naked body being covered with a sheet and then looks at himself.

"Did we?" I ask.

"I don't know...I can barley remember anything from last night" I try to search through my hung over brain for a piece of something that happened last night. "I remember drinking a bunch...and kissing someone...there was a big event that happened. That's about it"

"What are you doing with my ring?" He asks.

"Don't know...here" I hand it to him. He takes it and outs his back on his middle finger. A piece of paper lays on the floor and I get up, staying wrapped in the sheet to get it. Mr and Mrs. Styles...wedded on this day October 13 of the year 2015. Congratulations (y/n) and Harry...have a great honeymoon.

"What?!?" I question myself.

"What?" Harry asks taking the paper from me. "No way!!" He says. He hands me his ring. "Guess this belongs to you" he jokes.

"Harry!! This is serious."

"What's the big deal? So we're married."

"Harry, we are husband and wife for real! We will go back to England and still be husband and wife. We are really married"

"I know...I know how marriage works"

"So your okay with this?" I ask. He nods putting the ring back on my finger.

To be continued...?