Harry Styles Imagines

Wedding Night

The reception was over, and I was relieved. Don't get me wrong; I had such a great time at the reception- all the dancing and kisses and love from my new husband. But something about finally being alone with him for the first time as husband and wife made me melt. We got a limo to take us back to the hotel, and throughout the ride we cuddled. Harry was whispering sweet nothings in my ear while I closed my eyes and eased my head on his chest. Harry Styles was my husband, and now I was Mrs. Styles. It was something I could not believe without having a moment to take it all in.

We got back to the hotel, which was very classy and expensive. We would spend the night here before leaving for our honeymoon the next day. Fans were there, all hovering around to get a glimpse of Harry and I. I knew that they'd only either congratulate me or give me death threats, but I no longer cared.

Harry had arranged for security to be there to keep the fans at bay, so we could have a nice night. I tucked my arm safely in his as we walked. Fans were screaming and holding up signs that sent nice messages, snapping pictures of us in our wedding attire. Other adults that saw us congratulated us when they saw a bride and groom passing by.

"My my. Aren't you just gorgeous." A middle-aged woman smiled at me, "And you, young man, make a fine-looking groom."

"Thank you." I smiled.

"Thank you, ma'm." Harry nodded and escorted me into the elevator. It was just the two of us. Harry looked at me with green eyes so lovingly before kissing me softly but with passion. No kiss he had ever given me had a lack of that passion.

"I love you, Y/N. So damn much." He said.

"And I love you, Harry. So damn much." I giggled.

The elevator then opened and we stepped out. Our room was a penthouse suite, very nice and quite big. Harry opened the door to our room and stopped me when I tried to walk in. Instead, he swooped me up bridal style, fitted for the occasion, and kissed me. "Are you coming in with me, Mrs. Styles?"

"I'd follow you anywhere, Mr. Styles."

We went in. I got set down on the bed. Harry sat next to me, side by side. "You are so beautiful. kitten."

"And you're so handsome, Hare Bear."

"I know this is going to sound cheesy but I have to say it." Harry began, "Y/N, in you I have found everything I ever could have hoped for and more. You are literally why my heart beats every second. The thought of ever losing you ties a knot in my stomach. And babe, being with you makes it clear why it never worked out with any other girl. Because they can never be you. Y/N, I have been all over this world. I have seen so many people and cultures, and I sometimes wondered the reason I was doing this. Now, I've realized that I was just going to every corner of the planet, just looking for you." At this point, we were teary-eyed. "And now that I've found you, Y/N, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to get a home with you and make beautiful babies with you and grow old with you. I want to do everything left within my existence, with you, Y/N."

I was crying happy tears when I kissed him hard. "I love you, Harry. And I couldn't have said it better myself."

And yes, Harry and I would go on to get a home, and make beautiful babies, and grow old together. But for that moment, we were in a perfect bliss. I fell asleep in his arms after making love for the first time as husband and wife, in this state of peace. To put me to sleep, Harry placed soft kisses on my lips, cheeks, nose, and forehead, all while softly repeating his vows between kisses:

"I take you to be my partner in life and my one true love..."

"I will trust you and honor you as I will our love...."

"I will love you today, tomorrow, and every other day to come...."

"I will love you faithfully, in good times and bad..."

"In sickness, and in health...."

"I have given you my hand to hold..."

"And so do I give you my life and heart to keep. Forever and always."