Imagines

Harry Styles #3

This is it.

Today is the day...that you become Mrs. Harry Styles.

You squeal in excitement as your best friend, Gemma, does your hair. She also happened to be Harry's sister...and was the one who introduced you to him, five long years ago. You couldn't thank her enough.

"You look gorgeous Sam, and we haven't even done your makeup yet!" Gemma gushes. You giggle and blush.

"You think Harry will like it?" You bite your lip nervously.

"Of course he will! He'll absolutely die when he sees you, Sammie...aha, I'm done!" Gemma grins as she finishes with your hair. You grin ear to ear as you see it. Gemma had done your hair up in a neat bun and left your bangs to fall in curls around your face.

"Now for your makeup!" Gemma gets a makeup kit out and gets to work. After awhile, she finishes that too and steps back.

"Perfect! You look gorgeous!" she gushes again.

You grin when you see yourself and fight to hold back tears. You really do look beautiful.

"You can stand up now...but careful, don't wrinkle your dress!" Gemma warns as she helps you stand. You beam as you look at yourself in the mirror. The pearly white dress is long, with a puffy skirt. The bust is made up of sparkly jewels and the dress is sleeveless. You have a light blue ribbon in your hair, the earrings you wore was your grandmother's, the dress was new, and Gemma let you borrow one of her necklaces. You were ready.

"It's time," you whisper, grinning at Gemma. She squeals again, right before someone knocks at the door.

"Who is if?!" Gemma calls out.

"It's me," you recognize your father's voice. You grin from ear to ear as you open the door and take your father's arm.

"Are you ready baby doll?" he asks, with tears in his eyes. You nod at him and the two of you turn to leave, when Gemma suddenly speaks up.

"Waif! I have to get outside first!" she exclaims. She rushes past the two of you, causing you to giggle. A minute later, a door slams shut and you assume that she's outside.

Your father smiles at you, before you hear the faint tune 'Here Comes the Bride' begin to play. Slowly, the two of you start walking. Of course, a little flower girl leads you.

Your father opens the door and leads you outside. Instantly, all eyes are on you, but you only see one person. Harry. Standing under a weeping willow tree, just like he'd promised. You fight to contain your excitement as your father walks you down the aisle. Finally, he hands you over to Harry.

"Take good care of her, son," you hear him whisper before he goes to his seat.

You are fixated on Harry. He looks absolutely breathtaking. His normally wild hair is combed, his green eyes are sparkling, and the dimples in his cheeks are evident as he beams at you.

The two of you go through your vows, never breaking eye contact. Finally, the time comes.

"Do you, Harry Edward Styles, take Samantha Taylor to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"And do you, Samantha Taylor, take Harry Edward Styles to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

You can feel the tears form in your eyes. "I do."

"You may now kiss the bride!"

Your surroundings melt away as you meet Harry in a deep, passionate kiss. He holds you against him and finally, after what feels like an eternity, you pull away. You can immediately hear cheering in the background.

You are now Mrs. Harry Styles.