Harry Styles Imagines

54. Sister, Part II.

I'd like to dedicate this one to Curly-locks who 'requested' a second part (aaages ago, please excuse my lateness). I hope it's at least a tiny bit the way you had imagined it to be.

Happy reading to you all! Xx.

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I couldn't recognise her yet again. The way the rich colour of her dress was shining and almost reflecting light in the small room made her look majestic and important which was like nothing I'd ever seen on her before. And her smile? Her smile was barely there, yet you could tell that she was smiling with her entire being on the inside.

She was lucky.

She got the day many women only dream of since being very little; the new beginning of the lifetime, the promise of a better future, the happy ever after with the man she loved the most in the world. She got it. And even if it wasn't to work out in the end, she could be forever grateful for that day.

But she had fears and worries too; while some were happy for her, others—many, many more others—were very jealous of the life she was going to have and, they were especially jealous of the person she was going to have this life with. Because he was everything.

She really was lucky.

And you would probably never in a million years believe that the girl was me.

'Y/N?'

'Yes, mum?' I quickly turned around and smiled at the woman who had given life to me. She looked the happiest I'd ever seen her and I couldn't imagine someone who would deserve the happiest more than her after all she had gone through in the past. The smile suited her; and even when it wasn't really my own merit, I was more than happy to be at least that small piece of a reason for that smile.

She smiled back at me, her eyes already brimming with tears. Her sight rested on me for a couple of more seconds before she quietly gushed: 'You look so beautiful, sweetheart.' Her voice cracked a little at the end but because she had promised to herself and a certain someone the day before not to cry more than two litres of tears (I don't know anymore who came out with the amount first), she quickly stood upright, sniffled a little, cleared her throat, and let out a hearty laugh. 'And now stop looking at yourself in the mirror! You'll burn a hole in it if you keep staring!'

'Yes m'am', I joked and dramatically stepped away from the mirror.

While I moved over to the coffee table to get my shoes, I noticed the guests arriving in their cars through the window and my spirits got immediately low. 'Is she here?' I dared to ask after taking a better look at the window without any luck.

Mum didn't need to ask to know whom I'd meant. She looked down at the floor and I knew it was bad news. Then she shook her head sadly: 'No, she isn't... Yet. But the ceremony doesn't start until fifteen minutes, so there's still a chance she will come. You know her, she's never arrived anywhere sooner than was necessary', mum chuckled, trying to light up the mood.

'Hopefully.'

'Oh! I almost forgot! I brought you something', she rushed over to me, taking my hand in hers and placing a pair of beautiful earrings onto my palm: 'Something blue. I realised in the morning that we didn't have anything blue.'

'Thank you, mum. I love them', I hugged her tightly, making sure I'm not leaving out any possible space between us.

She left after that, claiming she had to take care of some things before the start of the ceremony, but I suspected she went to fill a few millimetres into her two-litre-bucket; I could feel little teardrops on my neck when we hugged. I smiled to myself; bless her.