Styles My Stepbrother (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Wedding Bliss

HARRY'S POV

"Hanna can you help me with this?" I asked, fumbling with the two pieces of silk.

"After all the award shows you've been to, you still haven't learned how to tie a tie?" She scolded, walking out of the hotel bathroom. She took my breath away. She had shown me her maid of honor dress when she had brought it home from the store, but she never had tried it on in front of me until now.

"Harry... Harry! Harry! Hello! Did I succeed in shock factor?" She smiled, giving a teasing twirl so that I could see all of her. 

"You're going to pay for that later." I promised. She giggled and came over to help me with my tie. 

"So are you excited for us to be the best man and maid of honor again?" I asked. I saw her lips pull up as she remembered how we had been in the same situation four years ago. 

"I am. It's different though. Last time it felt weird since it was my mom and I thought I hated you at the time, but now, it's for my best friend and you're my boyfriend. I think it will be a little more fun."

"Only a little?" I teased. 

"Well, we'll just have to see what happens after the after party."

REAGAN'S POV

(A/N Reagan's dress is on the side)

"I'm going to throw up. I am literally about to vomit all over my dress." I panicked. 

"Breathe Reagan, just take deep breathes and focus on slowing your heart rate like Coach Blythe used to tell us right before a show." Hanna soothed. 

"Yes, but this isn't a competition Hanna! It's my freaking wedding and in less than ten minutes I'm going to have to walk down the aisle in these enormous heels, why did I pick such large ones? Anyway, I'm going to have to focus on not tripping. Then I'm going to have to try and remember my vows and then, and then--"

"And then you'll say 'I do' and you will officially be wed to the man that you love so much and who loves you so much that he cancled a date on the tour so you guys could get married in the American city that you pleaded for. And then you get your fairy tale ending." Hanna interrupted. Her words, as usual, calmed me down and brought me down from  my psychotic doubts. 

"Oh my God, Hanna.... It's actually happening. I'm getting married." I squealed. I could feel myself getting teary-eyed. 

"Oh no you don't. Not yet. Save those tears for your vows." Hanna said wiping away any trace of water from my face before my makeup could smudge. 

"You look perfect Reagan. Are you ready?" She asked. I nodded silently and sniffed away the last trace of my temporary distress. 

"Dave, she's ready! I'll see you out there Reagan. I love you." Hanna whispered into my ear as she came to give me a confidence hug. She patted my arm one last time and then left the room to go take her place in the procession line. 

"Hey sweet pea. Are you ready?" My dad asked me, handing me my pink rose bouquet. 

"As ready as I'll ever be." I huffed. I was ready to do this. All the nerves would be worth it in about an hour when I will finally be married to the man I love.

My heart sped up as I heard the pianist start to play Canon in D Major just like we arranged. My dad and I stepped out of the room to take our place at the back of the already moving line. All too soon, it was our turn and all heads were turned towards me. I heard gasps and mumbles of 'she's beautiful.' I saw smiles of my loved ones as well as Louis' loved ones, some of which I did not know yet, but looked forward to getting to know. Then my eyes finally focused on  the aisle where Hanna and Harry were already standing. Then finally, my eyes shifted to the spot just to the left of Harry, where Louis stood proudly with a look of awe on his face. I grabbed onto my father's arm extra tight when I felt my knees almost give out at the sight of him. His tuxedo fit him perfectly as it always did, and he had a pink rose from my bouquet attatched to the breast of his coat. Before I realized it, my dad was placing my hand in Louis' and moving to the side, leaving me in front of the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. 

"Hi." He breathed out. 

"Hi." I breathed back. He smiled even bigger if that was possible and squeezed my hands. This was it. 

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..." And so the priest droned on with the boring yet necessary and important preachings about matromony and its sacredness. At last came the time to recite our wedding vows. 

"Do you Louis, take Reagan as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, through better and through worse, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." He responded. 

"And do you Reagan, take Louis as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, through better and through worse, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." I choked out. I felt a single tear of happiness slide down my cheek, but Louis was quick to wipe it away with a kiss under my eye.

"Louis, you couldn't wait a few more seconds?" The pastor scolded, in which the whole congragation laughed. 

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist." He chuckled, not letting it slip that I was crying. 

"By the power vested in my by God, I pronounce you man and wife. Now Louis, you may kiss your bride." 

The words weren't even out of the priest's mouth before Louis had gently cupped my face in his hands and kissed me passionatly without any shame in front of the entire applauding church. Neither of us could quit smiling like the idiots we were as we walked back down the aisle and outside to the limo that waited to take us to our reception party. 

"Mrs. Tomlinson has a nice ring to it." I grinned, snuggling as close to him as I could. 

"I'm glad you like it, because that's all I'm going to be calling you for the next few weeks."

We arrived at the reception hall and waited for the DJ to cue us to enter. 

"And now, it is my pleasure to introduce to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Tomlinson!" The crowd cheered as the doors opened, revealing my perfectly color coordinated banquet hall. Everything looked perfect. And it was. 

HANNA'S POV

We all cheered for Louis and Reagan as they stepped out onto the dance floor for their first dance as a wedded couple. They both had decided their song would be So Close by Jon Mclaughlin. 

"Look at that.." I mumbled. 

"What?" Harry asked, putting his water glass down and flitting his eyes to where everybody else was looking. 

"They are completely in their own world. And the way he's looking at her..."

"It's the way I look at you sometimes." He admitted, though when I whipped around, I realized he probably hadn't meant to say that outloud.

"You really look at me like that?" 

"Well... Yeah. If we're being honest, I look at you like that a lot. When you've just woken up or right after you take a shower. When you're sleeping after we've made love or anytime you're sleeping really. When you're smiling and laughing or when your face is contorted up in concentration. When you're yelling at me for not paying attention in rehersals or when you're dancing a new dance you just choreographed. I look at you like that all the time." He admitted. 

"Why haven't I ever noticed it before?" I wondered. 

"Maybe it's because you wern't looking for it. Maybe now you'll be able to see it." He urged. As he said those words, I realized, he was looking at me like that, even at this moment. I just hoped he could see I looked at him the same way. 

A/N Hey guys! Thank you for being sooooo patient with me. I know it's not the longest chapter but I tried to do a quality over quanitity thing. Also be greatful because I kind of did this instead of studying for the algebra and physics tests I have tomorrow so... Yeah wish me luck on that. Oh, and another thing.... 200K READS??? GUYS DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS? iT MEANS THAT THE NUMBER CHANGED COLOR TO A BRIGHT RED!!! I feel so accomplished right now and I couldn't have done it without you guys. Please continue to read, vote, comment and SHARE. I love you guys and thank you so much for your patience and dedication <3 <3