|| Harry Styles Imagines ||

[4]

•Only Angel•
{Part 2}

Y/N POV

    I looked around the room in awe, completely ignoring the cup of steaming hot coffee in front of me. The white walls with the different shades of blue designs and textures looked elegant and rich. The floor was wooden and the fireplace was magnificent with elaborate carvings. The mahogany table was covered with papers, pencil shavings and notebooks. There were numerous photo frames along the wall near the stairs.
      I got up and started towards them. And there was Harry. With Gemma and his mum Anne. He looked so adorable. I observed the changes in his appearance as my eyes flitted from one frame to another. He looked so happy and carefree in each photo.
      "Like 'em darling?", he asked from right behind me, making me jump. "Don't!", I whisper yelled, putting a hand on his chest and lightly pushing him away. "So you don't like them?", he pouted. "Of - of course not! They're so cute. You were so cute! Who wouldn't!"
      "Were?"
"Are. No I mean.. yes! Oh umm.. like errm I mean I like you are but you are!"
       He chuckled. And I blushed.
       "Ok now. No more dilly dallying.", he said, taking my hands in his. "Tell me why darling." "You don't want to know. It's too long.", I mumbled, looking down.
       He placed his hands in mine and gave me an intense stare. I sighed, giving in.
       "I'd always been the quiet type. I didn't.. and still don't know how to converse in the beginning. Especially with strangers. I'd get awkward and then say something really creepy or just plain weird. That started the rumours. No one wanted to be friends with me right from the starting of school. I mean, I'd get comfortable in the person's company after some time. But no one waited enough for that to happen. They treated me like I didn't exist. That I shouldn't exist. It continued. And then the bullying started in high school. Pushing, kicking, slapping, punching.. you name it. But I got used to it. Adapt and blend in to survive. That was my motto.. is my motto. It hasn't changed much now.", I let out a bitter laugh as my tears began to fall on our intertwined fingers.
          " I don't really remember when I started cutting. My family didn't care. I was a burden for them. And friends? I didn't have any. It hurt but I learnt to live with it. Even now people walk all over me. I feel like it's written on me that I'm just that easy to hurt. That's why almost everyone does it. My own family too. I didn't have a home. It was just four walls and a roof for me. I got out as soon as I could. But I can't get rid of all people now can I? That's alright. I have no one already. No one bothers, believes, cares..."
"Loves.", I trailed off.
"I do."
And he placed his lips on mine.
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Harry's POV

{I picture mysel- I mean, Y/N in this dress. Minus the crown. But you can imagine yourself anyhow you want (: }
         I looked at her, she looked absolutely  amazingly gorgeous in the dress. It fitted her perfectly and accentuated her curves as if it was made just for her. Her hair was done casually yet it just added to her beauty. So simple, so natural. So breathtaking.
         I could hear the murmurs as the people took in the few faded scars that had remained on her body. I looked at her as she looked down.
         It had taken so much convincing for me to make her wear the sleeveless (and backless, if you want) dress.
         But I watched her eyes widen, when she heard mutters of approval and admiration instead of the harsh criticism she expected. She looked at me, amazed. I looked at my angel. Only angel. Mum approved, Gemma approved. Liam, Niall, Louis; who were my groomsmen approved... even my fans approved! I smiled at her as she looked a bit amazed by the support.
           Her brother brought her to me. Slightly kissing her cheek and tearing up. He was a tough guy. He'd threaten to beat the crap out of me and he was not scared of and had dealt with.. and I quote his exact words.. 'useless punks without a pair'. We began to hang out together after some time.  Soon the lads, him and me became tight friends.
            The priest began the rituals. But frankly and with all due respect, I completely ignored him. Instead I focused on my girl. My soon to be wife.
             I remember the day I'd kissed her. She'd freaked out, of course. She said no when I asked her to be my girlfriend at that time. But then we spent time together. Became friends. She didn't trust me at first- The hot shot singer and ladies' man. But then even the fans started shipping us.
             And then the dates! Everything I did, I tried to unlock happiness in her. Replace her bad memories with shiny new and good ones. I watched on proudly, occasionally helping, as she healed. All she needed was love. All she deserved was love. So I'd proposed her with the help of my fans too. I could still remember her surprised face. She'd cried hard and kissed me. The fans had cheered so loudly, it had felt like the ground had begun shaking. And she'd said yes.
          "Do you, Harry Edward Styles, take Y/F/N for your wife?"
  I smiled. "I do."
[ Ok first of all, I know the girl has to say I do and then there's the vows? God I don't know so just deal with me. I'm not familiar with the Christian weddings. I'm not being racist or anything though. I just wanted to make a grand ending for this so.. yeah ]
          "And do you, Y/F/N, take Harry Edward Styles for your husband."
And everything faded away except for the two of us as those two words came out of her lips.
          "I do."
  And then she placed her lips on mine.
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SEE WHAT I DID THERE?!?!?!?!?!
Ok let's calm down LOL. But seriously, I think it was super cool! What about you? Did you like it? Vote, comment and tell me!
I wanted to write so much but then the feels just got to me. And then I was like... I'm going to DIE ALONE. DIE ALONE DIE ALONE DIE ALONE DIE ALone die alone die alo......... *fades off into oblivion*
Sorry sorry guys!
So now that we're talking about relationships and 'The Ones'.. wait, we aren't? Well now we are. Anyways the
Question(s) of the Day are-
1. Do you have a boyfriend/crush?
2. What do you love about him?
3. Who was your matchmaker?

My answers:
1. Yes
2. How he accepted me for me and was not ashamed of me.
3. My... (well you can call her friend I s'pose) friend.
BTW, he doesn't like me so BooHoo. Lol.
Anyway I hope it works out for you kittens (:
Love,
CamXX