Handprint (Harry Styles)

Chapter 15

As the weeks went by, my anxiety grew with each passing day.
Not about details
Not about the guest list
Not about a dress...
That's actually what scared me... Every girl has an idea... "A vision" of what their day is going to be... But every time I try to think of specific details...the only thing I see is Harry, everything else seems unimportant.

Curled up in Harry's lap, I take his huge hand in both of my much smaller ones and twirled his engagement ring around his finger, examining it.

It was very fitting and I spent an over abundance of time just letting myself obsess over it. Obsess over the fact that he agreed to something entirely out of the norm, for no other reason but to make me happy.
Ringing of the doorbell jerked me out of my trance and back to reality. "That must be Jillian." Harry said, glancing up from his computer screen. "Would you mind getting that, my dear?" He asked, kissing my forehead.
"And what if I don't want to?" I asked, sticking my tongue out.
Harry pulled me close, pressing his lips to my ear, "now I wouldn't want my beautiful bride to be uncomfortable the first time she meets our wedding planner but if my beautiful bride gets an attitude again I'll blister her ass...now, Kitten would you mind getting the door while daddy finishes this email?"
Nodding, I stood and walked toward the door obediently. "Willow Grace!" Harry's voice halted my foot steps and I trotted back to where he sat. Leaning down I pressed my lips to his cheek, "yes daddy." I corrected my mistake.

Jogging across the apartment, I reached the door before a second bell rang. "Hello." I said, smiling as I opened the door to a tattooed beauty.

"Hi you must be Willow?" She smiled an adorable smile, shaking my hand before stepping into the apartment, "I'm Jillian, your wedding coordinator/planner- HARRY EDWARD!"
Grinning from ear to ear, Harry wrapped his arms around Jillian, lifting her off the ground.
"Geez, Styles!! Who knew you'd grow up to be such a heartthrob?!" She giggled as he sat her back on the ground.

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"Alright let's talk ceremony, what are we thinking?" Jillian asked, getting out a pen and opening her binder.
Harry's eyes traveled to me, obviously intending for the answer to come from me.
"Uhh... I guess... I mean obviously..." I tripped over my words, hands beginning to sweat the more I stressed about it. "If I'm completely honest...I have no idea...I know that's horrible but I have no vision...I have no solid idea of what I want...as long as Harry's there I'm happy."
I expected Jillian to raiser her eyebrows or laugh mockingly but she just nodded, "that's not a problem! Plenty of brides have no idea what they want but as soon as you start showing them pictures they at least know what they don't want." Jillian assured me, scribbling across her notepad. "I just need to know big or small? Inside or outside?"
"Big...outside?" I answered, glancing at Harry who hadn't taken his eyes off of me the whole time.
"Do you have a minister in mind?" Jillian asked.
"My dear friend Lou Teasdale is getting ordained to perform the ceremony." Harry answered, smiling fondly at the mention of her name.
"Do you want the reception site separate from the ceremony site? Inside or outside?"
"Not separate and sheltered but not entirely inside." Harry answered, clearly more certain of what he wanted than I am.
"Alright! I will begin looking around at venues and caterers...do you have a dress? We usually try to decorate the wedding around the dress."
Just the mention of dress shopping had Harry chuckling into his hand, knowing my answer.
"Our moms are taking me shopping this afternoon." I answered, groaning.

There was not a single day in history that our two mothers had ever been civil to one another for more than 10 minutes but both insisted on participating in the wedding dress shopping.
My body isn't ready
My mind isn't ready
And whatever poor sales lady that helps us is most definitely not ready.

"Let me know as soon as you have it so we can start planning decorations and looking at tuxes for the boys." Jillian said, her smile never faltering.

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"What are you thinking?" Harry asked, pulling my body against his chest, on the couch.
"I have no idea!" I groaned, "I've looked at a few dresses online ...what would you prefer?" I asked, glancing up at his perfectly chiseled face.
Shrugging, Harry ran his fingers through my hair. "Obviously, I think my princes should look like a princess...but you will be the most stunning woman on this earth no matter what your indecisive little mind chooses." Harry chuckled.

"Harry!" I giggled, "you are absolutely no help-"
I was cut off by more knocking on the door, "no!" I buried my head in the pillows.
"So it begins." Harry faked a serious tone and trying not to laugh at my misery. "Cmon precious! The redcoats are coming!"

(Little bit shorter than usual but it's my birthday so I didn't have a ton of time BUT I did want to update to thank you guys for 8k 😍😍😭😭

Dominant Harry is coming back slowly, do you think that's going to end badly?
Dominant Harry or Fluffy Harry?

IF you would like to help me choose things for the wedding (decorations, venue, tuxes, etc) Message me and anyone who helps me will have a character added to the story and dedicated to them 😘😘