Wedding Planner | s.w

Chapter 4

Anastasia's P.O.V
Why can't I get Sammy out of my head? What is wrong with me? I have waiting for me at home the guy of my dreams, everything I ever wanted, the perfect guy.

So why was I say in my car thinking about Samuel Howard Wilkinson. Why was he constantly running through my mind?

I guess it's because of his million dollar smile, or maybe his soft hair that I just wanna run my hand through or maybe it's his incredibly toned abs that I want to- I was interrupted from my thoughts by a loud car horn signalling that the lights had changed and that I needed to get moving.

I put my foot down and sped off, right okay brain lets get this straight. You are going home to Harold Edward Styles and you are the most luckiest girl in the world, you get to see those gorgeous emerald orbs every day, you get to trace his tattoos on a night time before you drift off to sleep, you are the one that gets to run your hands through his perfect curly hair, you are the one that sleeps next to him on a night and you are the one that he chose to get married too.

So stop thinking about Samuel Wilkinson and start thinking about what you have waiting for you when you get back.

I feel like I was finally at peace with myself and I could drive home calm. When I reached home Harry's car wasn't in the driveway as usual, so I thought I'd make him dinner for when he came in.

I got all the ingredients out to make his favourite meal tacos, as I was preparing them I turned the radio on and one direction were blasting through my kitchen.

When I was just about to take the tacos out of the oven I felt hands slide around my waist which made me jump and fall back into whoever put their hands on me.

It was Harry. "Babe you scared me!" I said whilst laughing. "Sorry stass," he smirked at me the cheeky bastard. "I'm just getting tacos out of the oven so will you set the table please?" "Of course but first can I get a kiss?" I put my hands on my chin as if I was thinking and then leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips.

He smiled and started setting the table out. I grabbed the tacos and placed them on our plates.

We made small talk over dinner, just chatting about our day and once we had finished we put our plates in the dishwasher and went to sit down on the sofa.

"I need to ask you something." He spoke quietly. My heart started pounding. I looked at him and he continued. "You never said that you knew Sam and his family, in fact you said you'd never met the wedding planner? So why are you on his wall? And why did they all know you?"

I gulped. He looked at me waiting for an answer. "Okay please don't get mad." He stared at me blankly so I continued. "I've known the Wilkinson's since I was about 15/16, I met Sam whilst visiting Omaha. We became close friends immediately and so did me and his sisters." He nodded.

"Sam and I began to get a lot closer, and we started dating." He sighed but signalled for me to continue. "I really fell for him, he was my first everything." Harry pinched the bridge of his nose and grimaced.

"He was my first love, and one day I came home to mine and his apartment and when I get home he was in bed with another woman." His head lifted up and saw the tears that had started to run down my face.

He wiped them away. "Why didn't you tell me Stass?" I looked down. "I don't know, I just didn't want to talk about it, the way it made me feel was awful. I felt like I wasn't good enough for anybody."

Without a thought he pulled me into his arms, rubbing my back and kissing my face. "I would never do that to you Stassie, you know that right?" I pulled back a little bit and nodded.