Color Outside The Lines (l.s)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Harry was just sitting around when his mother walks into the room, Jay and his sister following close behind. Harry turns confused, as they Anne and Jay close in on him both of them grinning like mad.

Anne pulls out a lot of supplies, including a bottle of pink nail polish, the same light colour he's come to adore since his and louis trip to Bora Bora. Harry looks around confused, his eyes falling on his sister who was leaned against the wall a few feet away smirking. He cocks an eyebrow at her and she shakes her head, refusing to tell him what was going on. Harry sighs and lets the two women work, applying light make-up, tying his peach fuzz head up in a light grey bandana patterned with dark intricate swirls, the long ends of it falling from the knot down his back. Harry coughs, his breath coming more difficultly when the nail polish is opened. Harry puts his sweater sleeve up to cover his mouth and nose, making his breathing a little smoother, swapping arms when his mother was done with the first.

After an hour or so harry was lifted from his chair and guided to the bathroom, he's pushed into it and handed a clothing bag. Harry didn't know what was going on but he unzipped the bag non-the-less and gasped at the sight inside.

It was his suit, the one he picked out when he was 15 and absolutely loved every since. It was a black suit with a white collared shirt under it but there was a black vest with small white floral patterns covering the entire thing, with a bow-tie to match. He stared at it for a moment before slowly putting it on, smiling. He thought it would be too big for him but whoever bought it had taken his current state into consideration because it fit him perfectly. It filled him back out, making him look almost normal again. He stood there for a few minutes admiring himself in the mirror before he began to cough, losing his breath and had to sit down. He rested his back against the door, putting his face between his knees, readjusting the cannulas in his nose. He sat there for a few minutes before someone knocked on the door


"Yeah Gem, im okay" he calls


"You dressed?" she calls back

"Yeah" Harry answers getting up and unlocking the door. He goes out and everyone stops to stare at him, his mother tearing up slightly as she walks over and pins a bright pink flower to his collar.

"What's going on?" Harry pouts and Gem smiles


"Cant tell you that little brother" she laughs and guides a wheelchair over to him, gesturing for him to sit down. He does, turning around to peer over his shoulder at her but all she does is push him out of the room and down the hall. Jay and Anne follow, flanking him on either side as they descend the levels getting off the elevator in the lobby and heading for the exit, harry still as confused as ever.

Harry gasps when he sees the white limo waiting outside, a man in a fancy white suit opening the door when he notices harry coming. Gemma helps harry up and pushes him towards the limo, so he gets in, his three woman escort following close behind. They drive through the county and into london, heading towards the centre of town. 

Soon they arrive at a place called the a place called Wilton's music hall. Harry confusedly gets out of the limo and gets guided into a side room inside the front hall of the beautiful building. Gemma, Anne and Jay leave the room and come back a few minutes later all dressed up. Harry was still oblivious to what was going on until Jay hands him a piece of weathered parchment paper. Harry's eyes scanned it carefully

Happily

You are invited to celebrate the union of Harry Edward Styles and Louis William Tomlinson. ^ 6 O'clock in the Evening on Friday the Twenty Second of February at Wilton's Music Hall, Reception to be held at the Royal Exchange. You are welcome to bring a guest of your choice.

Louis & Harry

It was all written in cursive, the 'happily' at the top and the 'Louis & Harry' at the bottom written bigger then the rest, fancy lines on top and bottom of them. Harry's mouth fell open and he looked up at his family, only to lock on a pair of beautiful grey-blue eyes. His face breaks into a smile and he pushes forwards out of his chair, wrapping his arms around louis neck and crying into his shoulder