Harry Styles Imagines

You Crash His Wedding

""Does anyone have any objections to these two becoming husband and wife?" The gray headed minister asked the people in the crowded pews.

I do. You think to yourself. I do. I do. I do.

You're legs are locked, palms sweaty. You can sense the cameras pointed at you. They're anticipating a response from you, but you don't stand up.

Gemma looks at you from across the aisle, waiting for you to stand up and declare your love for Harry. You shake your head no, but Gemma nods her head yes.

His sister just gave you the ok to ruin his wedding day.

"Alright then. Since we have no objections, let's proceed." The minister announces.

You hear a very obvious clearing of the throat from an anxious looking Gemma.

"Let's proceed with vows."

Taylor began unfolding a piece of paper that a bridesmaid had handed her.

"Harry, I love you so much, and can't wait to spend my life with you. I look at you and I feel complete. With you, I feel unstoppable. You're the one I've been waiting for all my-"

You stand up before you can stop yourself.

"I object."

Taylor's words stopped, and every pair of eyes in the room had shifted on to you.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

No one ever actually expects anyone to respond to that question. Any objections? Especially on national television, or in front of celebrities you've idolized all your life.

I mean what kind of person would ruin a wedding like that? How cliché and idiotic is that? What kind of horrible, awful, disgusting person would physically say the words I object?

You would.

"I'm still in love with you, Harry." Your voice shakes.

You turn around scanning the crowd, suddenly realizing how many people are actually in the church.

Harry's eyes shifted from you to Taylor, then back to you again.

"I'm still in love with you, and I tried really hard not to be, but it didn't work out." Your voice is unstable despite your best efforts to keep it firm.

You wish Harry would say something. Or anyone. But the only sounds that fill the room are the clicks of the camera's pointed at you.

He runs a hand through his brown mop of hair.

"I want to be with you, and I think you want to be with me too. You told me that marrying me would be the easiest thing in the world. That marrying me would be as simple as breathing. You look nervous and tense..... and unhappy. I love you," You swallow the lump forming in your throat.

You glance over at Gemma and see a noticeable grin.

"And Taylor Swift is up there declaring her love for you too. Taylor freaking Swift. I can't think of anyone more poetic and lyrical than Taylor Swift to declare love for someone, but all I can think of is how that what she's saying is a load of bull crap. I don't need to read from a piece of paper to tell you how much I love you. And honestly I feel like I got invited to this wedding because you wanted me to stop it."

You don't say anything else for awhile. You and Harry's eyes are locked. He looks angry. Not the reaction you were hoping for.

"You see, this great guy that I love used to tell me that the only regrets we'll have are the chances we don't take. And letting you marry someone else without putting up a fight is a chance I can't risk not taking. And Harry, I really need you to need me back."

Harry doesn't say anything. You wait for him to speak, but he doesn't.

Authors note

It's 2 in the morning and have been writing since midnight, so I hope everyone enjoys his chapter!!!. I haven't seen an imagines like this before and am pretty proud of myself. :) I would love feedback from you guys! Good or bad. Leave an honest comment and I may hit ya up with a follow! Thanks you guys so much!!

-Maddie