When I wake up... You will be here

Chapter 46

White and black -part 1-

Harry’s P.O.V.

I took Emma's hand and entered the garden where the wedding would be. We greeted Emma’s parents before sitting next to them. I helped Emma to accommodate her long dress before sitting. Emma had a smile on her face since she received the invitation last week.

I didn’t want to come. Weddings made ​​me uncomfortable and all eyes on my hand intertwined with Emma’s, hinted that we would be the next to be in front of the altar, didn’t help me. I made a face as I looked to the floor. I knew no one was watching us, but I felt like they were. I felt that all the whispers and conversations were about us. I did not want people to talk about our wedding. I didn’t want to marry. I just wasn’t now ready for that. I squeezed Emma’s hand, trying to calm myself down.

“Harry, stop being paranoiac. The world doesn’t rotate around you.” I remembered the words Emma said me some moth ago.

I looked her out of the corner of the eye. Her eyes lined with black eyeliner looked bluer. Her lips with pink lipstick and cherry flavor lip gloss. Her brown hair secured in an elegant bow with tufts on the sides of her face. Look each faction of his face. And also the heart-shaped birthmark on her shoulder. How her slightly tanned skin contrasted with her black dress. I could not resist and ran my fingers over the soft skin of her arm. I love her skin.

“Harry, remove that suffering face and smiles a little.” Emma mumbled.

The corners of my mouth went up, a smile forming on my lips. I kissed her cheek. I looked over her shoulder and Emma's father looked at us with a raised eyebrow and a smile on his lips. He winked at me before returning his eyes to the front.

I played with Emma’s fingers for most of the ceremony. She was so focused on what was happening at the altar, that she didn’t notice the petting I was doing with my fingers on her hand. I looked up when everyone started clapping. My eyes met the couple at the altar, melting into a kiss.

Emma's eyes were glazed. I let go of her hand and started to clap like everyone else. Emma rested her head on my shoulder. The vanilla scent of her hair filled my lungs.

Emma and I entered the room where everyone danced. I took two glasses of champagne, giving one to Emma. She took the cup in her right hand, raising it to her lips and taking a sip. I repeated her action before placing my free arm around her waist, letting all the guys there know that she was mine.

I gently pushed Emma to the dance floor. The two of us watched as the couple danced their first waltz. Emma looked at me, her blue eyes pleading. I kissed her forehead. I took her glass and mine and left it on a table. I offered my hand to Emma and she smiled before taking it. I took her hand to my lips and planted a kiss on her skin. She laughed at the gesture.

I took her to the center of the dance floor, where more people were dancing. I put my hands on her waist and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I pressed my forehead against hers. We were moving slowly. I smiled. I looked for one of Emma's hands and intertwined with mine.

Derek’s P.O.V.

“I’m sure that they will be next ones.” My grandmother commented.

Everyone in our table looked how Harry and Emma danced together. The two smiled and seemed to be locked in their little bubble. As if no one else was present. Harry leaned his forehead against Emma and intertwined his fingers with hers.

“Mom, don’t you think it’s a little too soon.” The worry on my mother’s voice was evident.

“Of course not! I married your father when I was twenty.”

“But Emma jut turned nineteen.”

“You'd be surprised what can happen in a year or two.” My grandma said taking a sip of her wine.”

My mom went pale. It seemed she would faint if my grandmother continued talking.

“Well, it doesn’t matter when they marry. Emma is happy and that's all what matters, right?” I said to calm down my mom a little.

“Also, I don’t think they had talked about this. Calm down honey.” My dad said, relaxed like always.

I didn’t want to keep talking about this issue. I really don’t want to think about Emma dressed in white, that disturbed me. I sipped my drink and returned my gaze to Emma and Harry. Emma laughed as Harry looked at her, while whispering things. They laughed and made a face, mocking a lady who had just passed by

“I can believe that you don’t see what I see.” Grandma talked again.

“Mrs. White, that they are in love doesn’t mean they are getting married. At least not soon. Emma has said she wants to finish college first” Meredith said with her sweetest tone like always.

“That’s because she’s intelligent and she think about her future before enjoying her present.” She said winking an eye and I saw how my mother began to hyperventilate with the double meaning of my grandma’s words.

“Stop. This issue is settled until Emma decides to bring it afloat.”

“But…”

“I said stop.” I said, ending with the discussion.

Harry’s P.O.V.

Emma and I continued dancing; I raised her slightly off the ground, putting her feet over mine. Emma rested her head on my shoulder, my arms around her waist. The rhythm of the music was swinging, but she and I were still moving slowly. I sang softly, enough high for her to hear me over the music, but not enough for others to hear.

“Emma? It’s that you?”

The boy's voice caused me to raise my head. A boy was standing behind us. The black suit that he wore highlighted his tanned skin and blonde hair. He was the typical "surf guy" of the beach. I winced. Emma smiled and he showed his smile.

“Girl, I haven’t seen you in a long time.” He said hugging her.

I shifted my weight from foot to foot, uncomfortable with the situation.

“Dean, he’s my boyfriend Harry. Harry, Dean.” Emma introduced us and I shook his hand.

“I bet your boyfriend doesn’t mind if I steal a dance.”

And before I could say anything he already had taken her between people, somewhere in the room. I sighed and went back to the table where Emma's parents were sitting.

“I never thought I would see them again together.” Said Meredith, taking the fork to her mouth.

“What?” I asked without understanding.

“Dean was Emma’s first boyfriend, when she was fourteen and he fifteen.” Explained Richard, like it was nothing.

To my mind came the image of a little Emma, crying, curled up in her bed, with her first broken heart. I imagined her wondering what had gone wrong, and what was the reason her first love broke up with her. That picture broke my heart, watching as tears fell from her blue eyes.

“It seems like he still likes her.” Someone on the table commented.

“If he hurt her, he had no right to like her.” I defended her.

“Oh, no. Dean didn’t break up with her. She broke up with him. All started when she was going to a competition on Russia…” Derek said. I waited to him to talk, curious about what he had to say.

Derek realized that I seriously wanted to know what had happened. He took a sip of his wine and looked me in the eyes.

“Well, they were completely different. Like white and black…”