Harry Styles Imagines

You Crash His Wedding (Part 2)

"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," her voice shakes ever so slightly.

"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." She's looking at me with those big blue eyes that I used to love so much.

I look back at Taylor. Her face says she wants to kill me, but her slouched body tells me she wants to cry.

She is my life now, and has been for the past 2 years. I can't just drop everything that we

I've been quiet for too long. But are there words to fill the silence? I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

(Y/N) mutters something I can distinguish, turns on her heel, and leaves.

I take a step towards her. Out of the corner of my eye I can make out Taylor leaving through a back entrance.

I am faced with a decision. Who should I follow? I look to my mother in the front row for an answer, but she looks just as confused as I am.

Taylor. Taylor Swift emptied her heart to me in front of hundreds of people. She loves me, and I love her. She's safe, reliable, everything I need.

(Y/N). I always thought this would be our day together. I invited her here knowing that it made Taylor furious. Why did I do that? I hadn't given much though to it. Why did my heart jump when (Y/N) stood up?

I can feel the weight of all the cameras on me. Who I choose will define who I am for the rest of my life.

"Go with what your heart tells you." Louis whispers from behind me.

That's when I know. I know my choice.

I run as quickly as my tuxedo will allow. I burst through the door, scanning the outside world for any sign of her.

I see her. She's slowly making her way to her car, carrying her heels in her hands.

I chase after her. When I finally catch up too her, I can see tear streaking down her beautiful face.

"I choose you. I don't want safe and reliable. I want fun and adventurous."

She's in shock.

"Really?" She asks me.

"You're the one (Y/N)."

She jumps into my arms and hugs me tighter than I knew was possible.