harry styles drabbles

5

Ella's POV

Harry and I were going to one of my friend's weddings. It was going to be a beautiful ceremony outside in Florida, and I was incredibly excited. It was spring and it was warm but it wasn't sweltering. Harry was wearing a grey suit and I was wearing a peach dress. 

Many people didn't know that Harry and I were dating and that was why he was at the wedding. People were coming up to him asking why he was there and telling him he looked amazing. He was a little bit shy about everything and he stayed very close to me. 

We walked over to where the ceremony was staged. It was gorgeous. There were large bushels of flowers everywhere and there was a beautiful arch that looked out onto the sea. I walked around for a few minutes, admiring how amazing everything looked, Harry trailing behind me. 

When we finally sat down and waited for the ceremony to start, people sat down around us. It was obvious that some people wanted to be close to Harry because he was famous. He looked a little nervous because he had never met anyone there, and he looked at the ground and pretended that it was just him and I.

Harry swiped at his nose and took my hand in his. 

"Isn't this venue astonishing?" I asked. 

Harry joked, "Not like the ones I'm used to playing, but it's quite lovely." He rubbed at his nose. 

"You alright?"

Harry sniffed, "Hayfever. Nose is a bit itchy."

He waved it off as not being a problem and I let it go. He didn't seem to be having a bad reaction, just a little more than normal days. 

The music started and everyone quieted down. The groom stood at the arch, and we all watched as my friend Amy walked down the aisle with her father. 

Everything went smoothly for the next few minutes. Harry was sniffling a bit but I still wasn't paying it that much attention. I was enthralled by the ceremony. 

A few moments later, Harry tapped my shoulder softly. 

"Do you have any tissues?" He whispered. 

I checked in my purse, and sure enough, I had a couple. I handed one to Harry and he brought it up to his nose. I thought he was going to blow it but instead, he let out a muffled sneeze into it. 

I murmured, "Bless you."

Harry sniffled again and mouthed, "Thank you."

Harry was quiet once again. 

Until it came to the vows. I saw his nose scrunching up and down out of the corner of my eye. He then buried it in a tissue, hoping to suffocate the allergen away. 

I put my hand on his leg and he placed his free hand on mine. 

"You've got this," I said. "Just a few more minutes."

That wasn't enough for Harry. He stifled three consecutive sneezes into the tissue, but after that he was okay. 

The ceremony ended and we all headed over to the building next door for the reception. As we were walking in I noticed that Harry was walking faster than usual. As soon as we entered, Harry pulled his hand from mine and speed walked into the bathroom. 

I was concerned. Part of me had forgotten about the whole hay fever part of the evening. I was worried that he had fallen ill, or he had drunk too much, even though I didn't think that that was possible at this wedding. I had been standing outside the bathroom door for about seven minutes when Harry walked out. 

As soon as I looked at his face I realized what was happening. 

His eyes were bloodshot and glassy. His nose was chapped and runny. He had tissues scrunched up in his hand, and he was sniffling.