Ever Since New York [H.S]

Almost Over, Had Enough From You

Friday, August 1st, 2pm. I was stunned. There's only an hour left until the ceremony would start, leaving me with no option but to marry Patrick. I hadn't had any communication with Harry over the last four days. Patrick wouldn't have it, and, to ensure that I wouldn't go behind his back, he felt the need to take my phone from me. During the time that he was out getting pissed drunk; he had Jessica watch over me. Jessica of all people.

Angela was present in the room with Jessica and I. Only once did she speak a word directly towards me; and when she had, it was a smart remark. Angela always treated Jessica with respect, as if she were the one marrying her son. I couldn't work out why.

I wasn't left with very much time to prepare my appearance for this occasion, which only left me feeling nervous in the worst kind of way. Nervous that Harry wouldn't show up. Had Patrick scared Harry away by warning him to stay away? Or was Harry working with Patrick? He wasn't. Was he? He couldn't be.

My opportunity came the moment Angela left the room, I wasn't going to waste it. I glanced up at the large silver clock that hung high on the wall. 2;37pm. Leaving me with only 23 minutes. I bit down on my bottom lip; forcing myself to get it over with.

"Jessica?" I asked softly as if I were scared of her. Did I even have a reason to be scared of her? "Were you there the night Patrick met Harry?" I needed to know for sure. And right now, she was the only one I could ask.

She stopped what she had been doing and set down the large make up brush; rising from her seat to move over towards the couch where she had laid out her dress. Still insisting on wearing red, which Patrick encouraged, even after the chaos that went down at the rehearsal. It was like he didn't even care that I had a colour scheme set out. "Why're you worried about that? Ivy, hon. You're marrying Patrick, stop worrying about the meddling Harry's caused." Jessica snickered.

"I was just wondering if Patrick had mentioned me to Harry." I shrugged. I tried not to make a big deal out of it or blow up at Jessica, she always seemed to have a way of provoking people. More specifically; me.

"No offence, Ivy; but you're beginning to sound like a slut. You're marrying Patrick for Christ sake yet here you are, on the day of your fucking wedding thinking about some other guy." She sneered. "You wonder why Patrick thinks you're cheating on him with Harry. All you're worried about is Harry, and on your fucking wedding day!"

I was furious. Of all people how dare she say that. Me? A slut? Says the one sleeping around with my fiancé. I could feel my blood boil. I felt as though my head was about to explode from the words that I had heard. I was so ready to just completely lose my temper, and make a smart remark back. I was desperate to hurt her the way that her words pained me.

"Oh, like you can talk." I snapped. I wasn't going to put up with this.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She scoffed.

"Don't act like you don't know. I know you're---" I was cut off by the loud sound that was pounding at the door. I could feel Jessica's eyes on me as the sound grew louder by the time another knock came from it.

"Are you going to get that?" She asked rudely. "It's clearly your lover boy anyway." I wasn't stupid. I knew she was talking about Harry. She was just trying to wind me up again. I wasn't in the mood for this. Ignoring the words that she spoke, I headed over towards the door and took a grasp on the handle before I had pulled it open to reveal a strange young man standing there with two bouquets of roses; one red, the other white. I was confused. Why would someone deliver flowers to my dressing room door on my wedding day? This was in no way a gesture that came from Patrick.

"Ivyanna?" He asked with an eyebrow raised, I just nodded my head simply; accepted the flowers and envelope that I had been handed, thanking him in the process, as I took in the scent of the fresh sweet roses I had received.

The answer to all this was was simple: Harry.

As I stood hidden behind the wall that was nearest to the door of the church I felt a bunch of mixed emotions. Was this really the right thing to do? Harry promised me in his note that everything would work out and that I just had to trust him. The amount of trust that I had in him was ridiculously high for someone of whom I've only known a month. Angela and Jessica had both already walked down the aisle. Neither one of them wore either of the colours I picked out. The only sound that I could hear coming from inside the church was 'Treat You Better' by Shawn Mendes. I couldn't hold back the laugh that passed through my lips. We had organised for the music to be my queue to walk down the aisle. And I never picked out Shawn's song, I had arranged for 'Anything Could Happen', by Ellie Goulding to be the entrance song when I walked down.

There had to be some kind of mistake, so, I waited patiently for them to fix it up and switch songs.

It took me a few moments to register that the song wasn't going to be changed and I was left with no choice but to walk down the aisle. Alone. The decision to walk alone was simple; I've been on my own for a long time, and had no family members or friends that I was comfortable enough with asking. I was still anxious with how all of this would play out, I just prayed that whatever Harry has planned would work. I held my head high, taking small steps down the aisle; not wanting to fall face first and make a fool out of myself in front of everyone. Automatically I found myself taking notice of Harry, and how stunning he looked standing out the front in a black tux and a light shade of purple tie, which wasn't tied properly. Normally this would have bothered me, but I was more thankful that someone had cared enough to follow my colour scheme. I could tell that his bright green eyes were focused on me, and I admired the fact that he cared enough to show up, despite Patrick threatening him off. I flashed a wide smile in his direction before scanning my eyes across the room, landing on Patrick. He hadn't even noticed me; which was no surprise, due to the fact that he was far too busy staring at Jessica. I managed to make it right to the end of the aisle going unnoticed by Patrick.

"You look stunning, Ivyanna. So breathtakingly beautiful." Harry spoke quietly, in a deep husky voice, making his words sound so charming.

Noticing only after Harry gave me a small hug and a gentle kiss to the cheek, Patrick snatched my hand into his own and pulled me up to the alter with so much force I almost fell. Our wedding officiant was quick to notice the tension between Patrick and Harry. After how the rehearsal went down he would have learnt not to give Patrick time to start anything.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of God, and in the presence of family and friends to join together this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony." I heard Mark, our wedding officiant began to speak, wasting no time on getting everyone seated. "At this time, I would like to advise you all that I've kindly been asked by Mr Styles himself, to ensure that everyone collects their small envelope, that's been stuck under their seat, before progressing any further."

A few people scraped their seats against the floor boards while others tore tape from the bottom of their seats just to get to their envelopes. I looked back over my shoulder at Harry, taking notice of the smirk that was visible on his lips. What was he up to?