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Harry Imagine for @mileymorgan

Harry Imagine for Morgan! Hope you like it, and sorry it's so late!

***Morgan's P.O.V***

"Morgan! Would you stop shaking your foot already! It's hard for me to do your makeup perfectly when you keep moving!" Gemma scolded me, putting her hands on my shoulders to make me stop moving.

"I'm sorry. I'm just so nervous."

"What are you nervous about?" she asked me absentmindedly, more focused on my eyelashes than on why I was nearly peeing myself.

"I don't know! Anything could happen! I could trip down the aisle! Or one of one could sneeze right before the kiss! Or Harry could open his eyes and realize that I'm not the right girl for him to spend the rest of his life with," I explained, listing worry after worry.

"Okay, stop!" Gemma cried, pulling away from my eyelashes and staring me in the eyes. "That is all nonsense. Sure, you may be a klutz, but I bet Harry would love you even more if you tripped. If you want a word of advice, just keep your eyes on Harry. You'll be at the alter before you know it. And neither of you will sneeze. Or cough, spit, or any other disgusting thing. Just relax. And don't get me started on that last worry! That was just crazy talk! Harry loves you to the moon and back, and nothing in this world could change his mind about wanting to marry you."

"Are you sure?" I persisted, fiddling with my thumbs. Deep down, I knew that Harry and I were meant to be together forever, but nerves can get the best of someone on their wedding day.

"Hey, if you don't believe me, then ask the boys. They were the ones that had to go through two months of searching for the perfect ring. Harry was very stubborn through the whole thing, and I know that Louis ended up hitting him quite a lot. Not only that, but Harry was so nervous about asking you that he made Niall pretend to be you and he ran through his speech. Numerous times. Niall was about to cry from the torture when I saved him. Does that sound like someone who doesn't love you? Who would rethink his decision and back out?"

I sighed. "No. You're right, Gem."

"Of course I'm right! And you're done."

"Well that was fast," I said, looking into the mirror.

"Harry likes it when you don't wear makeup, but since you insist on it, I just did it lightly. So it's a win-win for everyone."

"Thank you, Gemma. I can't wait until we're sisters-in-law!" I giggled, and Gemma's eyes went wide.

"Oh my God! I totally forgot we were going to technically be related now! I gotta go talk Harry out of this!" she joked, making to run out of the room. I grabbed her wrist and tugged her back, wrapping her in a tight hug.

The next two hours sped by in the blink of an eye. Anne, Gemma, and my mother all helped me with my hair and my dress. They fussed over me until I yelled at all of them, and all they did was coo and hug me. Before I knew it, Liam was coming into the room and telling us we all had to go out. "You look beautiful, Morgie," Liam cooed. I scowled at him; he knows I hate that nickname.

"No, but seriously, you do. I'm so happy for you and Harry." I smiled nervously, and Liam wrapped me in a side hug.

"Hey! Watch her hair! We spent an hour on that!" Gemma scolded, coming out of the room all the girls were in.

"Sorry, Gem. Um, Niall, Louis, and Zayn are all outside in the hall with Perrie, Sofia, and Eleanor," Liam told her. Gemma nodded and cheered, dragging me and Liam by the wrists into the hall, the two mothers following us.

The five of us entered the hall where my three other bridesmaids and Harry's best men were joking around. "Morgan!" the boys cheered while he girls squealed and complimented me on my dress, hair, and makeup.

"Hun, we're going to go and take our seats. Your father is in the bathroom. He'll be here in a minute. Remember, Morgan, this is your day. Don't be too nervous. Just enjoy yourself. You and Harry were meant to be," my mother said, kissing my forehead before disappearing into the chapel with Anne.

"Ready, Morgan?" Eleanor asked, rubbing my back. I nodded and swallowed, taking my bouquet of flowers from Perrie, who hugged me.

"And I thought Zayn and I would be first," Perrie joked.

"Sorry, Pez. Sorry I proposed to you later than Harry did to Morgan. I'll just take that ring back," Zayn joked, wrapping his arm around Perrie's waist.

"Uh, no, no. I'm keeping the ring."

"Okay, focus! Here comes Morgan's dad. It's showtime!" Gemma sang, accepting Niall's extended hand.

"Hello, boys. Girls. My baby," my dad greeted, kissing my forehead. "I've been waiting for this moment since the day you came to Mom asking her what a date was and why Jeremy from sixth grade wanted to go on one with you." I blushed and hid my face in my hands as my friends all laughed.

"Thanks, Dad."

"No problem. It's my job," my dad chuckled. "Okay," he changed the subject, glancing out of the hall into the church where everyone was sitting. My heart raced. Harry was out there. I fought the urge to run to him, to feel his arms wrapped around me, to feel his soft lips pressed against mine. "They're ready for us. Gemma, Niall, lead the way."

Niall nodded while Gemma jumped around. The two of them locked elbows and started down the aisle. Zayn and Perrie followed them, and Eleanor and Louis trailed behind them. Sofia and Liam were last, and then it was just me and my dad left. 

"Ready, sweetheart?" I nodded, and my dad held out his arm for me. I felt frozen in place until my dad started walking, and I had no choice but to follow unless I wanted to lose my feet. I took a deep breath and rounded the corned, immediately met with a bunch of people facing us. My eyes searched the alter for Harry, and finally  found him, And that's where my eyes stayed.

Harry was already looking at me, his jaw slackened, but a crooked smile on his lips. Liam and Niall kept nudging him from behind, smiling at how the two of us continued to just look at one another. I met his green eyes, and I felt myself smile uncontrollably. Before I knew it, my dad and I were standing at the foot of the alter. My dad kissed my cheek, and then shook Harry's hand before turning around and taking a seat next to my mother. Harry reached out his hand, and I immediately grabbed it, my fingers lacing with his. He kissed my cheek and leaned in close to my ear. "You look beautiful. I love you."

I pulled away and kissed the corner of his mouth. "I love you too."

We went through the wedding ceremony, Harry's hand never letting go of mine. We exchanged vows and placed the rings on one another, Harry being a cutie and kissing my hand afterward. Finally, the priest got to the best part of the ceremony. "Harry Styles, do you take Morgan (Y/L/N) to be your beloved wife?"

"I do."

"And Morgan, do you take Harry to be your beloved husband?"

"I do."

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may-." The priest didn't even get to finish his sentence before Harry's lips were pressed feverishly to mine. One of his arms was wrapped around my waist while the other hand gently cupped my cheek. I wrapped both my hands in his neck, knotting my fingers in his curly hair on the back of his neck. Harry lifted me off of my feet, swinging me in a circle, our lips never leaving one another's.

"I love you, Morgan," Harry whispered breathlessly, finally pulling away, staring deeply into my eyes.  

"I love you too, Harry. Forever."

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Here you go, Morgan! I hope you like it! Oh, how badly I want this ceremony to happen to me! aha

Just so you know, I'm still taking requests (Your name, Boy, and SCENE!!), but I ask that you request them in a personal message to me so it's more organized and I don't forget about it. Fair warning: I've been really slow on updates because I just got some new pets, and I have school and soccer to juggle too, so I apologize in advance.

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~Sydney :)