The Educator (dark h.s)

Epilogue

*one year later*

The day had come and I was beyond nervous.

I drew the curtain to the side, peeking through the small slit. I could see everyone from the second floor window, chatting amongst themselves. Like a thriving mass of people either I or Harry were acquainted with, everyone was pulsating with the energy that was carried with the special event. Some were sitting in the white chairs on the grass by the altar, some by the bar, and some were yet to settle down. Elegant ushers were handing out flowers and sweets, ensuring everyone had a seat.

I couldn't see Harry down there, who I hadn't seen all day due to old traditions. Surprisingly, Harry was very old fashioned when it came to this sort of stuff. I know it sounds cliché as hell, but I missed him quite a lot for we hadn't been separated for such a long period of time for over a year.

I spotted Gemma and Josh in the middle of the chattering crowd, Gemma's hand entwined with his, her other hand holding a toast of wine. She had donned her light blue bridesmaids dress, high heels and a matching bow adorning her appearance.

Gemma was my maid of honour, I couldn't think of anyone better than her to have that privilege. Louis's sisters were my other choices, who I had been informed were just ready to go.

My makeup was all waterproof, the cosmetician we had hired doing a fairly good job. At first, Harry declared there was no use of any cosmetic products, but after a lot of effort from my side he had agreed, as long as we kept it natural.

I turned around to look in the mirror, inspecting my figure for the hundredth time, it seemed.

It was hard to believe that about a year ago I was a bruises up, frightened girl who had been abused by her parents and lacked any affection from the outside world.

Everything was different now, though.

I had gained some weight which I was quite fond of, my body looking less fragile and bony, but still fairly skinny. I didn't look like a starved stray cat anymore. The noticeable bags under my eyes were long gone by now, and my empty eyes had got a new glint to them.

My dress was an all-over ivory lace, thin straps hanging off my shoulders and a bateau neckline. The gown clung tightly to my torso until it reached my hips, where it puffed out slightly, but not too much.

We didn't want a puffy, exaggerated dress because those resemble fairy tails, and let's just say both Harry's and my lives were far from being one. They were better.

No one, but no one had been through so much shit as we had - and made it out alive without losing themselves. For the past year, we had been working on our relationship and migraines, each of us having their own traumas and fears, although I'm extremely proud to say we are past most of them.

Wild fireworks were going off in the pit of my stomach, my breath going ragged as the doorway was suddenly being occupied, a blond butler standing there, a wide smile on his young face.

"Hello, I'll be taking you downstairs in just a few minutes. Are you ready?"

I nodded, sending him a nervous smile.

That was the part where my mother was supposed to storm in, excited tears streaming down her face as she told me how beautiful I looked in my wedding gown. My father would be by her side, waiting to walk down the aisle alongside me, a tux adorning his body.

However, like I had mentioned before, my life was no fairy tale. My parents weren't in the picture, nor were Harry's. That's why I wished Harry was up here with me, reassuring me everything was going to be fine, still in love with me, ready to say 'I do' to forever.