Personal Imagines

Rachel and Harry

#IMAGINE Staring at the wooden door infront of you waiting anxiously for it to open to reveal you to your closest family and friends. You look down at the crystals and pearls interwoven in your dress. You look to your right to see your father, his arms linked in yours. Your two best friends are behind you, holding up the long train to your dress. Muffled organ music comes from the other side of the door. “Ready?” Your father whispers to you, with a tear forming in his eye. “I’m ready.” You say back to him with a smile, kissing him on the cheek. “Here it goes!” Your best friend says excitedly behind you. The giant door opens in front of you as the whole audience stands and turns towards you. Then you see him. His strong silhouette standing before the altar with his back turned to you. His curls sitting on top of his head, shorter than when you first met him years ago. He slowly turns towards you with a smile spread across his face, his dimples piercing through his cheeks. His smile quickly turns to a look of awe as he sizes up your beauty. You want nothing more than to sprint down the aisle and jump into his arm, but you stay close to your dad and slowly waltz down the aisle past your smiling family and friends. As you inch closer and closer to him, tears form in your eyes. This is the happiest moment of your life. When you reach the altar your father kisses you on the cheek and shakes Harry’s hand with a hug. You take the step up to the altar taking his hand.

“Hello.” He whispers to you.

You blush and say a simple, “Hi.”

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in this world.” He tells you under your breath. “I love you.” He adds in.

“I love you too.” You say back. The preacher begins to speak, but you don’t hear much of what he says as all of your focus is on Harry, your eyes interlocked with his emerald ones. You gaze at eachother until the preacher says, “The bride and groom have prepared their own vows today.” Harry reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a slip of paper. Your maid of honor hands you a slip of paper with your vows on it.

Harry unfolds his and begins to speak, “From the first day I met you, I knew you were special. I admit, I never imagined I’d be standing here with you, but I didn’t think about my future much when I was younger. But now that I’m here, I know this is where I’m supposed to be. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here with anyone but you. I love you Rachel and I will always love you. I will cherish you every day that I live and I will be nothing but what you need. I want nothing more than to be with you for the rest of my life. I promise to always be yours, through everything I will be there. I love you Rachel. I love you so much.” Tears began to well up in his eyes as did mine. “I sure hope those are tears of happiness.” He says with a smile as he gently reaches over and wipes the tear from your cheek. You just smile back, speechless at your love for him.

“And Rachel, your vows.” The preacher says smiling at you. You unfold the slip of paper and begin to read off of it. “Harry Styles. The man of my dreams. The boy I used to tape pictures of on my wall, hoping and praying I would one day meet. I mean I was crazy about him. I couldn’t ever stop thinking about him. I was a crazy obsessed fan, some might say.” At this the audience giggled and Harry smiled. You look behind him to see his four best friends, Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Niall, who you also used to idolize. “But when I met you, none of that mattered. The fame, the fortune, all I cared about was you. We could be poor and living on the streets never knowing the fame we do and I would still be just as happy with you as I am today. You are my whole world and I want nothing more than to love you for an eternity, and that is what I promise to do. I will be there for you always. I love you babe, and I always will.” You finish with a smile on your face and your hands in his. The look on his face says he is mesmerized by you.

The preacher says a few more words then looks to you. You make eye contact with him, then look back to Harry. The preacher smiles and says, “And with that, I now pronounce you husband and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Styles. You may kiss the bride.” You smile before leaning in for the kiss. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you in tightly. Your lips part as they meet his for a quick but passionate kiss. He pulls back to smile and whisper, “I love you babe.” You giggle and your lips quickly meet his again. The audience applauds and you turn to face the aisle with your hand in Harry’s. You step down onto the aisle and walk down towards the large doors. Hand in hand, ready to begin the rest of your lives together.

A/N WOW! Can I just say WOW?! I am SOOOO proud of how this one turned out. Embarassing fact, I cried when I wrote this. This one is definatley my favorite! ENJOY!