Promising Memoirs | soft h.s.

Chapter 80. Part II.

A/N:

per·fec·tion

Ahh, so this is the wedding, part two! I hope you enjoy it!

S x

The song for the chapter:

Perfect - Ed Sheeran

Aubrey's POV.

We made it back to the venue just in time for the reception; I mean, how can they technically start without us? Everyone was curious as to where we'd disappeared, but we shrugged them all off. Louis, as per usual, made his R-rated comments, causing him to get slapped upside the head — twice by both Harry and Eleanor. I just laughed at his remarks, enjoying them; and of course, blushing furiously at each one.

After our grand entrances, it was time for the first dance. Harry pulled me close to him as a very familiar song played — our song. The very same song that we'd danced to when he proposed to me. One of our hands, clasped together, while our others rested on his shoulder, and his on my waist. I gazed deeply into his green eyes as we swayed along to the music; just feeling his own heart beat against my own. I could feel it from the closeness of our chests and see the passion in his eyes. Our eyes spoke of everything we wanted to say to each other, but not a single word escaped us. I carefully watched him as his greens flickered up and down to my lips several times; my own doing the exact same. His other hand slipped down to my waist, pulling me closer to him, while I wrapped my arms around the nape of his neck. I wanted to kiss him. I needed to feel his lips on mine and I could care less that there were other people in the room. The thing was, neither did he — so he kissed me. His lips moved tenderly with my own, melting into each slow, and passionate movement. I loved this man with all my heart. There is no one that could ever take his place. As we parted, our foreheads resting on each other. His nose brushed my own a couple of times and our emerald greens sparkled at our mutual view. 

"I love you so much, Rhea." He spoke softly.

"I love you more, Harry." I smiled and watched him do the same. He pecked my lips once more, before whispering that we had other people around us that were waiting to eat. I giggled lightly at his comment and carefully tugged him to walk off the dance floor. Neither of us had realised the song had ended. The mystery of things, that love can do. 

Before we sat down, we were reminded of the cake. I saw a smirk tug at Harry's lips and I was afraid of what was to come. I wasn't surprised when I dealt with trying to survive Harry's finger of cake on my nose. He laughed loudly at me, but I couldn't let him leave that, so it resulted in a nice decoration of spots on his cheeks, nose, and forehead. He whispered to me that he'd prefer me to lick it off if we were alone; but I looked at him in disgust, crinkling my nose as he said it. No chance for that ever happening or could it? I shuddered at the thought and it was clear that Harry knew what was on my mind, by the subtle grin that tugged at his lips. 

The evening went on, resulting in one delicious dinner; and luckily for this wedding, Harry didn't manage to spill any of his food on his suit. I was starved, so after my first few bites, I moaned from the delicious steak; but Harry had to whisper things that made me squirm in my seat. He definitely knew how to tease a woman. Two can play at his game. So I took my time with eating the cake, watching the expression on his face change a few times. It wasn't long until I laughed at him, but he tickled me while we were sitting. Our playful manner was fun, but we both knew that there was a completely different reason behind it.

Once we were all just about finished with the food-related delights of the evening, the time had come for the most emotional part — the speeches. My mum slowly made her way up to the small podium, after the DJ had announced for them to start. Our eyes met and I held onto the napkin on the table, because I knew I'd need it.