Clean Bandit

Mrs.Styles

*May 7 Wedding Day*

"What if he backs out?" I ask my mom as she does my makeup.
"Why would he back out? He loves you to the moon and back." She primps my hair.

"Um Wren?" Stacy knocks on the door.
"Yeah?" I turn around to see a worried look on her face.
"Someone's here to see you." She opens the door wider and Sam appears with Drew by her side.

"Sam.." I breathe.
"You're so beautiful..and pregnant. I can't believe you're getting married!"
"How did you know?"
"Harry called. He told me not to tell you."
"I'm glad you're here." I say.
"See you when you're Mrs. Styles!" She takes Drew to go find seats.

"Your father is here." My mom whispers in my ear.
"Ok." I sigh.
"You ready?" David knocks on the door.
"Yup." I open it and take his hand.

When we get to the isle, we intwine our arms and music starts playing. I see Harry smiling at me from the front and my 3 bridesmaids giving me thumbs up as we start walking.

"I talked to him." David whispers.
"What about?" I whisper back.
"Taking good care of you."
"You didn't have to."
"I know."

I stand next to Harry facing him as we smile at eachother. He lifts my vail and takes my hand.

The pastor then starts speaking.
"Today we are here to wed Harry Edward Styles and Wren Ligia Stanson."

"They have arranged their own vows that we are very excited to hear." The pastor winks at me.

"Harry will start."

He takes a deep breath and looks me dead in the eyes.

"Wren," He begins. "You. You are all that goes through my mind, you understand me, and you don't question my personality. I've made many mistakes, some mistakes unforgivable, but you forgave me. Enough about me though. Today is our wedding and I'm very excited to be wedded to my one and only. I love you more than life, Wren Stanson."

"And Wren." The pastor gestures to me and I wipe my watering eyes.

"God Harry, you just had to make me fucking cry." I mumble and he chuckles.

"I met you in a sports bar, you helped me pick up my books after I fell. At first I thought, why is this prick helping me? But then after drinking a beer together I realized, not only were you a sweet guy, but you haven't asked me my name yet." I say and everyone chuckles.

"I said my name was Wren, and you called me later that night. I'm in love with you, you saved me from hell and I'm glad I met you. Thank you for being mine, when I was nothing." I say.

"Does any persons object to the wedding of Harry Edward Styles and Wren Ligia Stanson?"

"Here I pronounce you, Harry Styles, and Wren Stanson, Husband and Wife." Harry puts the ring on my finger and I put the ring on his.

"You may kiss the bride."

Harry places his perfect lips on mine and smiles.

"I love you."
"I love you too, now let's go get drunk." I grab my dress and run back down the isle with Harry.

I change into a more casual dress, a purple sundress with spaghetti straps, and I grab a glass of Champaign.

"Hello Mrs. Styles. May I have this dance?" Harry takes the champaign out of my hand and I stand.

"I mean... I guess." I joke and he chuckles.

We go out into the dance floor and dance to the slow song.

"You look lovely in your dress."
"Thank you."

"We all saw your face Harry, you were thinking of how many different ways you could bend her over one of those folding chairs." Niall dances beside us with his date.

"True. True..." Harry smirks and I smack him.

"May I have a turn?" my father walks up to Harry.
"Uh." He looks at me cautiously.
"Yes." I say for him.

"My little girl finally married. I'm very proud of you."
"Oh? You don't think it's a slutty move?"
"I was angry and I took it out on you."
"Doesn't matter, I do to care what you think anymore."
"Why are you talking to me that way?" he frowns.
"Ok, I get it, you're allowed to call me a slut and a whore for being raped, but I can't be angry about it."
"I didn't-"
"You said those words to my face. Why are you at me wedding?"
"I can't even see you get married?"
"No. Get out." I stop dancing.
"Wren, don't make a scene."
"I'm not making a scene, get out."

He leaves and Harry comes back to me with a confused look on his face.

"I'm just tired." I smile weakly at him.
"You can't use the tired card at your own wedding." he puts my hair behind my ear.

"Can we go sit?"
"Sure." he kisses my cheek.

~

"Fucking glory be that was the longest night of my life." I fall onto the bed.
"You mean the best night I of your life." He takes off my flats.

"Well yeah, but exhausting. Who knew if had so much extended family, and your family? Dude, your great aunt loves me." I say and he chuckles.

"You sleeping in that dress?" he teases.
"Totally." I say and slope into pajamas.

"I love you." I kiss him.
"I love you too, Mrs. Styles."

"Haz stop it." I mumble as he tickles me to try to get me to wake up.
"Harry I'm serious, this is the first morning I haven't been sick so I can sleep in. Stop it."

He huffs and straddles my hips.

"What are you doing?"
"Looks like I'll just have to kiss you."

He makes a fish face and starts moving towards my lips.

"Get off me you weirdo."

I sit up and swing my legs over the bed.

"Why did you fucking wake me?"
"Because we're going on a honey moon!"
"A honey moon?"

"Yep. Pack enough for 5 days, we're leaving at 6 PM." He says and goes to the kitchen.

I smile and follow after him.

"Where?"
"You know..Just... you know... England?"
"Ooh!" I hug him.

"We're gonna stay in a little cottage and eat donuts for breakfast every morning."

I laugh and go start to pack.

"What about Merlin?" I ask while zipping my bag.
"He's going to Nialls'"
"Poor guy, he's gonna be traumatized." I joke.

"Well. Let's go."

Off to England...

AN:

I'm not writing anything aboutEngland bc I kno nothing about it so...