Shelter (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

DEUX (2)

"So Harry, will you take Isabella to be your..." the old man continue

"I will." he said interrupting the priest.

"Isabella, will you take Harry to be your husband, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you cherish his friendship and love him today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honor him, laugh with him and cry with him? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?"

I don't want to answer that question. I feel like I'm gonna throw up anytime and I want this to happen as long as I am not in this situation anymore. Maybe I should say something to stop them but I can't. They are both looking at me as if they are waiting for...

"She will." that Harry guy answer for me.

"Excuse me, who are you?" I can't stop myself, I'm really surprised that something came out of my dry mouth.

Nobody seems to care about what I just said, maybe I didn't say it aloud finally.

"I think I've understood that you guys don't have the rings?" the man all in white said.

I just want to yell that I don't need a ring, I am supposed to be anywhere but here. Why this can't just stop? I need air, I absolutly need fresh air.

"We don't need those god damn rings we just want to get married, fuck!"

"Ok, well I can't marry you without rings, that's an eternal symbol of your love and commitment." the priest said.

Too bad, nobody have the wedding rings, we won't get married.

"That's why I always bring some, you know, in case. We never know what will happen, and I am grateful I thought of it earlier. In Vegas this isn't unusual that we have to conduct a last minute wedding like yours." he continue.

"Great, we have two rings, what are we waiting for now?" Harry said.

Oh, I can feel he's loosing it.

"Sorry, so by the power vested in me by the State of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." the priest said looking directly at the curly haired boy who is looking me straight in the eyes.

"Hell no, I won't kiss the girl."

Wow, how gentle. I can't believe this is happening, I see him getting closer to me just to leave the place. I really want to tell him fuck you and wish him the worst in life. God, I don't understand where those nasty thoughts come from. I shouldn't say those words, they mean so much to me, in a bad way of course. It's sure that someone gave me something that I wasn't supposed to take.

When I turn my head the opposite way, I see a crowd of drunk teenagers clapping their hands while looking at me. The priest advances slowly towards me to hand me the formal paper and the ring.

"He has the other." he said as if it was to reassure me.

I stay quiet, i need to sleep, I can't think straight. I don't know where I am, I don't know with who I am and I don't know how I end up here in what I think is downtown Las Vegas. The only thing I can seem to understand is the fact that my name is written on the little paper, beside an other name; Harry Styles.