Crazy Little Thing Called Love

The Wedding Part 1 Or How I Saved Someone

Hi everyone, this is the first part of the wedding. The second one will follow soon. :) I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! All the love, Summer xxx

When Harry had parked the car in the hotel car park, he quickly got out of the car and opened the door for me. He helped me out and I thanked him and tried to smooth my dress which had ridden up during the ride and was now exposing the majority of my legs. I blushed and looked around to check if someone saw me.

"Calm down, the only one who saw your legs is me and I already saw them this morning." Harry said quietly into my ear and I blushed and hit his chest. "Shut up, Styles." He bowed a bit, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, and said with an incredibly posh accent "As you wish, Milady." I rolled my eyes, took my purse and wrapped my scarf around me. It was already November and way too cold to be wearing a sleeveless dress.

Harry seemed to have noticed that I was about to freeze to death because he pulled me into his side and we walked a bit faster. When we had reached the inside of the hotel, I breathed out in relief. Harry let go of me and offered me his arm which I gratefully accepted. "Remember what I said in the car?" asked Harry quietly into my ear. I nodded and clung onto his arm as we walked into the big, beautifully decorated room, where the reception was taking place.

As soon as we walked in, my eyes fell onto my dad who was already there, sitting at one of the tables and sipping a glass of what looked like orange juice. He spotted us and waved us over to him. Harry, who was obviously relieved to see a familiar face that wasn't my great-aunt Amanda, smiled and waved a bit and we walked over to where my dad was sitting. "Hello you two." my dad greeted us with a smile. "Did you find your way here alright?" Harry nodded and replied for us. "It was fairly easy and Claire kept me great company throughout the whole ride." My dad smiled up at me. "Is that so?" he asked and gave me a knowing look. I silently tried to communicate with him, but his eyes were already back on Harry. 

"You two will have to sit with us." he told us and padded the seat next to him. Harry pulled out the chair for me and then sat down on my other side. The three of us chatted a bit, mostly about the ride and the ceremony until Harry's eyes widened and he suddenly became very pale. "Claire." he whispered, panic written all over his face. My dad shot him an amused look until his eyes wandered over to the door and he suddenly didn't look so amused anymore.

"Claire, it's great-aunt Amanda! Hide me, quick!" Harry and my dad shared a concerned look and then looked over to me. I grinned widely. "Aww are two grown men scared of a lovely old lady?" I teased them. They both send me angry look and I held up my hands. "Okay, okay. I'll save you, but you both owe me one." I told them sternly and got up with a sigh. I put on my best fake smile and walked over to my great-aunt Amanda. I tried to stand in the right angle so that I would stand in front of where my dad and Harry were sitting behind me.

"Hi auntie Amanda! It's so good to see you again. Should I show you to your seat?" I asked her and she smiled at me. "You have always been such a lovely young lady, Claire. Thank you that would be lovely." I offered her my arm and positioned her at a table near the window where she would have a nice view outside, but was sitting with the back towards my dad and Harry who gave me thumbs up. I had to stay and talk to her for another five minutes until the bride and groom arrived and I could excuse myself.

I hurried back to our table and slumped down into the seat next to Harry who was grinning down to me. "Did you have a nice chat?" he asked me and I hit him with my purse. "Oi, no need to become violent!" he protested. My dad looked over to the two of us and shook his head. "My ears are ringing." I told him quietly and he chuckled, his dimples on full display. I was very tempted to reach out and poke on of them, but I was in public and my dad was watching us intently, so I didn't.

The reception was lovely. The food was amazing and I chatted with Harry and my parents for the majority of the time. At one point it got a bit awkward. My dad, who seemed to like Harry, had asked him what he was doing for living and I choked on my food. Harry patted my back and gave me something to drink. I blushed madly and apologised to the others. "So Harry, back to my question. What are you doing at the moment? Are you working? Or studying like our Claire?" my dad asked him and Harry cleared his throat. "I'm, um, I'm already working."

My dad's eyebrows shot up and he leaned forward, obviously very interested. "What are you doing for a living then?" Harry exchanged a hesitant look with me and I silently told him to tell them the truth. "I'm a singer and songwriter." He told them and my mum shot me an approving glance. "Really?" asked my dad and looked over to me. "So how much money do you make a year?" I shot him a look. "Dad!" He looked up. "What?" Underneath the table, Harry squeezed my hand. "Several million, Sir. I, um, I'm kind of in an internationally known band, with three other mates. We are called One Direction. Maybe you have heard of us before?" My mum clapped a hand in front of her mouth, but  my dad seemed to be lost in thought.

"I knew you looked familiar! Claire, since when do you know famous people like Harry?" my mum asked me excitedly. I felt Harry wince at the word famous. I knew how much he hated the word and quickly replied to my mum's question to distract him. "Um, since August? I run into Harry's band mate, Louis-who was originally supposed to be my date instead of Harry here- on the tube and then we met again when they showed up at work and now I'm kind of friends with all of them." My dad cleared his throat and my mum asked loudly "All of them? Wow, Claire. You never told us you were friends with them!" I looked down at my plate. "Sorry, Ma, Dad." I apologised and sent them an apologetic smile.

My dad suddenly looked up. "Now I remember the name of your song. It was 'Best Song Ever', wasn't it?" He asked Harry who looked relieved. "That is correct, sir." He confirmed with a smile. After that, the topic was dropped which not only me, but also Harry was very thankful for.