Protected [Harry Styles - AU]

Wedding

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*Six Months Later*

"You look beautiful darling," my mom complimented with tears brimming in her eyes as we looked into the full-length mirror, reflecting my beautiful gown. My wedding gown.

I smiled back at her, getting a bit choked up as well, this wedding was making me very emotional, "Mom, I'm so sorry. All of those years where I was so fucking cold to you. I love you and I want you to know that."

My mom grabbed a spare tissue from the couch where we sat down, "You have no idea how much that means to me, baby."

I pulled her into a tight embrace and laid my head on her shoulder. I was finally letting my dad's horrible effect on my life go, and it felt so good.

We heard a knock on the door, "Come in," I invited, wiping the bottoms of my eyes, careful not to smear my perfectly done makeup.

"Five minutes dear, we are lining up now," the wedding planner informed me giving me a wink. She had been a close family friend and I was really happy she was able to plan my wedding.

The people in my wedding were all very special to me and that made this wedding all the more better. But nothing could make marrying Harry any better, but they were just added bonuses.

Gemma is my maid of honor. When I went to England for Christmas with Harry and his family, we immediately clicked and have been best friends ever since. Gemma came and stayed with us while we were in college and it was a blast having her around. When I asked her to be my maid of honor it was an event filled with tears of joy.

As expected, Hayley is the flower girl and Ashton is the ring bearer. Ashton is wearing a tiny little tux while Hayley is sporting a silky white dress with a bow on the back.

My other bridesmaids are Perrie, London, and Rose. Their dresses are a lilac color which stop above the knee and are pretty scandalous but I'm not one of those brides who made their bridesmaids look ugly just so I could be the shining star.

Harry's groomsmen were Liam, Niall, and Zayn while Louis was the best man. When I say the boys before the ceremony I was surprised at how well they could clean up. They were almost always dressed in black skinny jeans and black t-shirts, with the occasional white t-shirt.

I asked David to walk me down the aisle and he agreed immediately, making me a sobbing mess. It was hard not having my actual dad walk me down the aisle, because that's what every girl dreams, but David really was my dad. My biological father wasn't my dad. He was just my sperm donor.

Before I knew it, everyone was lining up by the door and the ceremony was about to start.

The music began playing and one by one, the people surrounding me were disappearing into the chapel area, and I was eventually left alone with David.

"This is it, darling," He whispered in my ear as we started making our way down the long strip of carpet laid on the center aisle. Rose petals blanketed the white fabric and i'm pretty sure my dress caught a few but before I could think, I was standing in from of Harry.

"Who gives this bride?" The pastor voiced, pulling out of my daze.

"I will," David replied and gave Harry my hand.

We slowly stepped up the small steps and stopped in front of the pastor.

Harry squeezed my hand and I giggled.

This is happening.

The pastors words were beautiful but the only thing I could think about was how I was going to be Mrs. Styles by the end of the night and that sounded crazy to me.

Absolutely insane.

But it happened. And it was beautiful.