Olivia (Harry Styles)

Chapter 3

I buttoned up my stainless white shirt and tucked the ends into my dress pants which I hoped were tight enough to look like jeans. I hate dressing formal, whether it be special occasions or not.

The bathroom door slowly creaked open as I was beginning to tuck in the last end, revealing an angel. My angel.

My jaw fell in shock at the sight of the beauty that stood in front of me. God had sent this angel to me. How magnificent must he be for he created her. And how giving must he be for she is with me.

Her hair was curled into loose strands and pinned up in just the right places, her smile so wide she basically lit up this room, her lips plump just as I remembered, but fuck. That dress. Wrapped tightly around her tall but curvy frame was a black colored dress that sparkled perfectly at the top and moved ever so elegantly at the bottom.

"I look like shit." She was a good liar. "Your family will probably laugh at me for being so ugly and-"

I bursted into laughter at her choice of words and her obliviousness towards her marvelous beauty.

"Come here." I gestured for her to come to me and stand in front of the full length mirror. "Look into the mirror, what do you see?" I asked her as I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind her and rested my head on her shoulder.

She took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "I see a beautiful angel with gorgeous green eyes, plump pink lips, messy yet beautiful curly hair and-"

"I'm so done with you, Olivia." I said jokingly. "Well..me, I see a gorgeous-no, I mean perfect girl who will one day be a strong, independent woman with a heart of gold and a mind to match. I see your thick eyebrows, your piercing blue eyes, your oddly shaped nose that I have grown to adore, and just- everything. Fuck. If you don't see that, you really need to take an eye examination because that right there is God's finest masterpiece."

"Thankyou." She said as she wiped a tear away. I haven't even noticed her crying until now.

"Why are you crying?" I asked her softly.

"It's just- I've had this massive headache for a while now and it's kind of messing with my emotions." She said as she ran her fingers through her thick, blonde hair, messing up the hairstyle she had on before. But still managed to look amazing.

"Well, we should get that checked up shouldn't we? How about right after the wedding?" I suggested.

"No! We can't do that. There's the family event right after." She complained.

"It'll be fine, I'm sure they'll understand."

"No! I won't let you do that. It's okay. It's probably just a headache anyway."

"But-" I began to speak but was interrupted by the sound of her laughing at my chest.

"What is it?" I asked, clearly amused at her change of moods.

"I cried my eye makeup off! Now I have to redo it. Shit."