My Four-Days Love Story - Harry Styles

Epilogue: Déjà Vu

Song for the chapter: Justin Bieber - Never Let You Go
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'Come on, you guys! How much longer?!' came a frustrated groan from the living room 'Are you fucking in there or what?' Niall snorted as I smoothed out my glossy violet dress after getting into the strapped heels Harry had picked out for me earlier. I scowled in annoyance as the grumbling increased by the minute.

'Given the fact we started dressing half an hour later, Niall, because of your tendency of arriving early, you are supposed to behave yourself for at least another half an hour!' I cried back, brushing back my hair. Harry came home dancing earlier today with this new hair mousse, overjoyed about how "lusciously voluminous" our hair was going to look tonight. I smiled, glancing at his hair which had grown to his shoulders now, falling in sleek rings as he buttoned up his weirdly patterned dress shirt. Oh, it looked voluminous alright. I hadn't even noticed I was standing there stupidly until the curling iron touched a bit of my skin and I winced, dropping it onto the table. Harry turned to look at me at the sound 'I just...burnt myself...a little bit' I gave an embarrassed smile and a corner of his lip quirked up.

'You okay?'

'Yeah' I nodded 'Grand'. He nodded back and I turned to the mirror, curling the rest if my locks. Until my attention was drawn by a soft "mmm" sound, near my ear. I turned around and Harry gently trailed a finger along a centimetre where my hair parted near my forehead, leaving a red trail of the sindhoor behind. I blushed when he pulled his hand back 'You know, we're not married...yet' I smiled down at the platinum ring on the third finger of my left hand, holding a single square diamond. It's band was two angel wings protruding from either side of the diamond and wrapping around my finger.

'Wedding's just a ceremony' he said 'As far as I remember, we've been married for the past two years' he chuckled and I laughed as well.

'Yeah...I guess you're right' I looked back up into his emerald eyes 'You only need to put it on my forehead once during the wedding, though'. He leaned forwards, kissing my lips softly.

'Why would I put it on you just once when I can do it every day?' he mumbled, resting his hands on my shoulders. I bit my lip, leaning up for another kiss 'You scared?'

'A bit, yeah' I nodded 'I mean, we haven't seen my parents in two years'

'I still don't understand why Mikey invited your parents though' he pouted. I shot him a glare 'What?! Excuse me! Your father's such a handsome man, your daddy feels threatened!' he put a hand over his heart.

'Oh my God, Harry! I still am not attracted to that kink!' I cried out, blushing a dark red.

'We can hear?' Luke called out in a sing-song voice from the living room and I blushed deeper.

'It was meant for you to hear' Harry rolled his eyes. I giggled, pulling back from the semi-hug 'Shut your beak, you fake blonde basil leaf! We're having a moment!' he turned back to face me 'I shouldn't have said "basil leaf"' he muttered under his breath.

'Anne will be there' I chewed on my lip nervously after a moment passed 'And Gemma! What if they hate me in this dress?!'

'Why would they hate you?'

'It's backless!'

'So?'

'What if they think it's inappropriate?'

'My mother put up with me all these years and you're inappropriate?' I tried hard to not laugh but it slipped out nonetheless 'There' Harry grinned, cupping my cheek with a hand.

'No, it's just...your family's so warm and nice and beautiful! Everyone's so flawless, its intimidating'

'Was that a compliment?' he cocked a brow.