wedding buddies ↠ harry styles ✓

FIFTY NINE

Carrington Hill

Needless to say, however it has to be mentioned that Harry absolutely rocked that black on black outfit. To be completely honest, he only had a pair of black skinnies on and a black silky shirt on which the top three buttons were left undone but he looked amazing. Then again, he never disappointed. His hair was soft and shiny after he washed it and although he didn't style it in any particular way, it just looked really good.

He was a natural beauty. 

Me on the other hand, decided to take some colour into my outfit with my high waisted camo pants. I paired it with a leather cropped top which really did got the attention and focused it on my sisters but hey ho. It looked good and I felt good in it. One thing that I should have known was going to happen but somehow completely avoided my mind was the amount of jokes Harry was going to make about the bottoms I had on.

"Babe, where are your legs? And your ass? I wanna see them but I can't find them anywhere," he sighed dramatically, one of his hands on his forehead while the other rested on his waist. I looked at him with my resting bitch face as I shook my head at him and walked to the kitchen.

"Do you have any champagne?"

"What for?" he asked curiously. Soon, he was right next to me and opened up the fridge before I had the chance to. "Thought you wasn't one to drink."

"Sure, but one glass never hurt nobody, right?"

"Are you nervous or something? You never drink."

"I do drink, not all the time though," I dodged his question while I took two glasses out of the cupboard. I felt his eyes stare at me as he opened up the bottle while mine were focused on what his hands were doing as I held the glasses ready for him to pour the drink. "We're taking a taxi, aren't we?"

"No, I called my chauffeur because I knew I was gonna get something to drink at the restaurant. Why?"

"Well, since we're having this now I'd rather you not drive."

"Right. So, are you gonna answer my question or should I just assume you are nervous?"

"You see, my answer and what you assume is the same so why should I tell you what you already know?" I asked as I brought the glass to my lips and took a sip of the bubbly drink. It felt nice to drink something so cold and refreshing, the taste of it lingered in my mouth as I grinded my lips against one another.

"There's no need to be nervous and you know that," he told me after he took a sip as well. I raised my eyebrows at him then took another sip of my drink. "You told me there was no reason for me to be nervous when I met almost your entire family."

"You had no reason."

"Apart from your dad, that's true. He literally intimidated the fuck out of me."

"Well, that's exactly how I feel right now. You never speak about your dad. Do you even have a relationship with him at all?"

"Yes, I love my dad, thank you very much," he stated a bit arrogantly yet his playfulness still came across as well. "No, he is actually really nice. He won't question you and threaten you like your dad did to me."

"Wait, what?!" I asked back, slightly shocked at what he had said. "I still haven't asked him what you two talked about but then you go and say that and I get the urge to just call and confront him."

"Point is, you will be fine," he said as he completely ignored what I was on about. "Now, put a coat on, get your bag or whatever and let's go. The car's here."

"Can I bring the bottle with me?"

"Sure, do it," he smiled and I kissed his cheek. I downed whatever was in my glass then put my coat on and considered myself ready.