Was it All an Accident? (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction, Book Three)

Part Twenty-Two: What Are You? A Shrink?

(Emily’s POV)

“You’re nervous, I can tell,” I replied, watching Whytnie spin for the ten-billionth time in her custom made dress, considering she’s so short and most long dresses didn’t fit her. She wanted a floor-length gown, which had to be custom made since all the wedding dresses made in this store were for tall women. “You look beautiful, don’t start doubting yourself now.”

            “Do you think he’ll like it?” Whytnie asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She had stopped to stare in the mirror, the annoying Miss Tate, the wedding planner Harry hired, was sitting off to the side, chewing gum and looking bored. She’d already voiced her opinion on the dress, since she had helped put the designs in weeks ago.

            Hiding my annoyance, I reply, “He’s going to love it. He loves you, doesn’t he?” Miss Tate rolled her eyes before getting up to search for the bridesmaid dresses. Whytnie’s mom was helping her sister put on her bridesmaid dress in the next room, while my maid-of-honor dress was on already, a little snug in places that clung to my curves making me feel like I’m on display. Whytnie’s cousin Elizabeth just came out of a different dressing room wearing her bridesmaid dress, complaining that the dress was beautiful but not on her. I rolled my eyes; I might just have to fix everyone’s insecurities but my own.

            Eleanor and Danielle made themselves known then, wearing the same pinkish-red bridesmaid dresses. Whytnie and Miss Tate had planned out the right shade for everyone’s skin tones, which did work out extremely well. My dress, however, didn’t match the paler shades everyone else wore. Mine was a bright red that I’d been told repeatedly worked well with my skin tone but didn’t technically believe. The only thing it really matches is my cheeks when I think about other people seeing me in this dress. Oh, and all of our shoes match, even Whytnie’s.

            In the wedding, I’m supposed to walk down the aisle with Louis, followed by Niall and Whytnie’s sister, then Liam and Danielle, Zayn and Eleanor, and then Caleb and Whytnie’s cousin Elizabeth. Whytnie’s two brothers are going to bring the rings, and a cousin of Harry’s was going to be the flower girl. Whytnie’s parents were going to walk her down the aisle to send her off to Harry, whose parents had already walked him down the aisle at the very beginning. The seating was very limited since Whytnie was getting married in the small church she grew up in, so it was immediate family and friends only. Miss Tate had already sent workers to start preparing it for Friday, and then afterwards we’d head off down to the basement to eat. Harry already had the foods picked out before Whytnie could even suggest what she might want. He told her he had something special planned out for her. Whytnie was probably going to assume he meant dinosaur chicken nuggets that she usually eats with her littlest brother.

            Whytnie brought me back to the present, complaining that the dress was too tight and showing off her fat. Rolling my eyes, I got off the comfortable chair I had been sitting on to approach her. Harry’s mom was off to the side, tying the flower girl’s ribbons on the back of her dress. She gave Whytnie a reassuring smile, but the look on Whytnie’s face meant she didn’t believe any of the encouragement she was getting.

            She needed to snap out of it already. We were not going to go through this again.

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(Whytnie’s POV)

I know I said this is what I wanted, but I’m not quite so sure anymore. Now that I’m standing here, I don’t think this is what I wanted. Harry gave me a look that said I didn’t have any other choice and there was no way he was taking no for an answer with as much time, effort, and money he put into this. Sighing, I couldn’t meet his eyes. I’m pretty sure this isn’t what I wanted.