Tomlinson to Styles [Harry.S] *COMPLETE*

Tomlinson to Styles - Chapter 19 (Part 1)

*Nobody's P.O.V*

"Does my hair look okay? How's my make-up? Is my dress properly fastened?" Alyssa blurted as her mum put the finishing touches on her hair. 

"Baby girl, stop rambling. You look beautiful! I can't believe how grown up you are. Getting married! It breaks my heart," Jay (Aly's mum) cried out. The service hadn't even begun and the tissues were already in use. It was going to be a very emotional day for a lot of people. Gemma and Alyssa had been separated so they couldn't sob for each other and run their mascara before the grooms had even seen them. Of course, they'd had chance to choose the first dance songs and all the important stuff like that. They would both be each other's bridesmaids which was confusing but a well deserved job. After all, wouldn't you want your best friend, your main girl, to be your bridesmaid? Both couples would do each process at the same time. Fortunately, the dresses were made sure to be different. What a danger-zone it would be if they'd been in the same outfit! A knock on the door, however, was obviously enough to trigger nerves, as when someone happened to want to see the blushing bride, it took Alyssa a long time to brace herself to talk to someone. Much to her surprise, it was Louis, her big brother. "Wasn't he supposed to be with Harry?" She thought to herself. 

"My beautiful little sister!" He smiled, "He's a good man, is Harry. You two are perfect. You look gorgeous, by the way Aly. Good luck, now. I've got to rush. Love you!" He said, already half way down the hall way. Despite tradition of the bride and groom being in different places the night before and morning of the wedding, the two were staying in the Styles household to save fuss with fans. Nobody did know. That's the way it would stay until Harry could catch a snap of his beautiful wife - she would be wife when he eventually managed to get the photo - and upload it to twitter.

Alyssa heard the front door slam shut, signalling Harry had left the house. She ran to the bedroom window to see the Rolls Royce that had picked him and his best man, Louis, up, driving off the drive. Who would have ever thought she'd be getting married to her boyfriend's best friend. 

*Alyssa's P.O.V* 

On the outside, I was calm; on the inside, however, I was freaking the hell out. In exactly 15 minutes the second Rolls Royce would be here to pick me up, and Gemma of course. Since he'd only proposed two days back, everything still seemed so unreal, almost dream like. It was all so rushed but I definitely wasn't complaining. I must have been having this mental debate for a longer time than I thought because when the car horn beeped outside, it signalled 15 minutes from when Harry had gone. He'd be there by now. The small church in the village where his mother and step-dad had been married, just a couple of months back. With a quick straighten of my dress, I was out of the door. (A/N: Please click on the hyperlinked word 'outfit'. It has all her wedding stuff on) 

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A/N: So guys, how do you all feel? I just wanna cry cause this is all ending. I'm most probably going to do part 2 today and then all I have is the epilogue which won't be properly written, just like summarising the rest of their lives basically.