Amelia Radison, a 25 year old girl from a small town in the states travels across the Atlantic Ocean to escape "love", find family, and happens to meet a familiar face along the way.
Harry Styles, member of the world sensation One Direction, makes...
Uncle Richard arranged for us all to have separate cars tonight as per Aunt Jane's instruction. She assured him that we ladies couldn't get in and out of a limo without messing up our dresses. Plus, she figured we wouldn't want to show up looking like we rode to the prom with our parents. Her words...not mine. Those two make me so happy. My best friend also makes me happy. Nicole is adding the final touches to her ensemble as I walk into my bedroom, having just finished with hair and makeup.
"You look amazing, Cole. That dress really was made for you," I say smiling at her through the reflection in the full length mirror. Her dress suits her personality perfectly, fitting her curves in all the right places. She was born to wear a gown like this.
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"Thanks, lovey. Aunt Jane came in and zipped me up. She almost cried again! I love that woman." She slips her final silver bracelet on her wrist before turning to face me. "Look at YOU! And you don't even have your dress on yet. They did a fabulous job on your hair and makeup. I'm glad you decided to leave some of it down," she says before reaching out and stroking some of the curls around my shoulders. Ashley did a beautiful job with a messy French braid holding up a bit of my hair on the right while letting the rest fall in loose beach waves.
"Thanks. Will you help me with my dress?" I ask while walking towards the garment bag hanging on the outside of my closet.
"Of course! We need to hurry. The boys are on their way," she says with excitement.
We manage to get my gown on without any difficulty. Nicole sits on the bed and lets me lift each leg up to her lap so that she can secure the beautiful shoes Aunt Jane surprised me with. After adding my simple jewelry, I take one more glance in the mirror. I don't even recognize this girl staring back at me. Just a few months ago, I was a lost, scared girl living in a place she hated. I had nothing going for me except the love of my best friend. Now look at me. At us. Standing here in the nicest home I'd ever seen, in the most beautiful dresses imaginable, about to walk down to meet two incredible guys. All of this was all possible because of a gracious, loving, truly good couple downstairs who wanted nothing more than to have family. They chose me. They chose us.
Nicole clears her throat, pulling me from my thoughts before a tear falls down my cheek. "Sorry. I just can't believe all of this is happening. We're some lucky girls," I smile, squeezing her hand.
"We are," she beams. "Alright, then. No more of this emotional shit. We have to pull it together and get downstairs! Are you ready?" she asks.
I take a deep breath and count to three. "Yes. Let's go."
**
As soon as we reach the top of the stairs, I am gifted with the most beautiful sight. There he is. My Harry. He's at the bottom of the staircase, casually leaned against the bannister just like Leonardo fucking DiCaprio. I'm sorry, Leo... the man I'm looking at knocks you right the fuck out of the water (sorry for the low blow, Leo).
