Luna and the Moon [H.S]

61: white dresses.

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Anne and I left the car, her emotions still heightened as she walked along beside me. We didn't exactly know what we would be purchasing, we just knew this shopping trip was to fill up the new house and give it a personal touch. Harry just told me specifically, do not buy anything fluffy and cute; like fluffy pink rugs and fairy lights that are shaped like little hearts. Harry gave me money, apparently because I'm unemployed he assumes I have no money. I mean I could do with more cash now and then but I'm financially-stable, but I took it from him anyway but have no intentions of using it.

Three and a half hours passed by us, we did three trips to the car and back with large white plastic bags of our purchased items. I purchased a couple pots and pans, wooden spoon, measuring cups, bowls... Just a bunch of items that were essential for a kitchen but I almost wondered if I had purchased anything interesting. We found ourselves in a large shop with homely items, I had a trolley and so did Anne and somehow – I swear I don't know how it happened, we ended up having both trolleys full of items.

We picked up some pillows for the couch, different duvet covers for the beds and some frames. We found a large desk round the back where I could print photos off, which I did. From the first few selfies Harry and I took together, to some that Anne had of us on her phone, and some that I made Harry text over to me. I printed some off that were of me and my parents, and then Anne printed some of her and Harry, and Gemma and Harry. We printed way too many off, but I figured it didn't even matter, it's better to have too many photos than hardly any at all.

"Oo, this rug is really nice," Anne began, stroking her hand over the display rug that was under a table. It was a long rectangular shape and was a soft chocolate brown, I couldn't help but wonder where it would fit in the living room. "I mean, it's kind of large huh?" She criticised. Almost like that managed to change my mind immediately, I agreed and we left the rug where it was and decided it wasn't an essential that needed purchasing. Half the trolley was also non essentials, but they were small and cute, which unlike the very large rug, we would be able to carry these semi smaller items to the car. Which made them worth buying.

After picking up some bathroom essentials that would make both bathrooms look less empty, and I picked up some nice faux brown leather pencil holders for Harry's office, we left the shop and headed for the car. As we stood outside Gemma's car Anne was staring down the road that we hadn't wandered down yet, honestly, we had no intentions of going down that way anyway. Her eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas morning and she let out a squeal.

"Anne?" I glanced down the road and back at her, not seeing the exciting thing she had obviously seen.

"You'll hate me for this, but I have an idea to fill the rest of our afternoon," she grinned. Her smile was so much like Harry's you couldn't help but picture his alongside hers. I let Anne guide me down the street I'd never walked down, I wasn't much of a shopper – I have always preferred online shopping to in store shopping. As my hand rested tightly in Anne's, she tugged me across the road and stopped us outside a small boutique. The thing is, I'd have quite liked to go inside if it wasn't a wedding dress shop, seeing all the white in the windows made my stomach turn.

So much talk of the wedding today has made me think a lot about it. Not bad thoughts, in fact they were actually filled with far too much excitement. At first, the idea of Harry purposing was sickening — I didn't want to get married, and I certainly didn't want Harry to ask me. Not because I didn't want to marry him but because I doubted how much we would work, all I thought about was that I'm younger than him and still in that adolescent stage, where I see romance as this cute little innocent thing that occurs between two people.

Then when I really thought about all we've gone through together, I realised that our love must be like no other, he would not still be here if he didn't love me for me. And, I no longer felt the anxiety I once did at the thoughts of me being far too young for him. That's when I said yes and agreed to marry him. Which is by far, the only thing in my life that I am one hundred percent certain, I would not ever regret doing.