No Regrets {COMPLETED}

Chapter Seventeen, No Regrets

*3 years later, in Echo's POV*

I looked to my side, to see my brides maids.

Sarabeth, my maid of honour. Lexi, my bridesmaid. And Gemma, my other bridesmaid.

"Do you, Echo Lynn Jewls, take Harry Edward Styles as your beloved husband?"

"I do." I said firmly.

"And do you, Harold Edward Styles, take Echo Lynn Jewls as your beloved wife?"

"I do." he said smiling at me.

The man in between us closed his bible, then spoke,"I now pronounce you, husband and wife! You may kiss the bride."

Harry pulled me closer and smashed his lips against mine.

Then double doors flew open, sending everyone's eyes towards a woman.

"Stop right there, Harry!"

*1 year before*

Harry decided it'd be a good birthday present for a day at Starbucks, mainly the fact that we're just friends, and he was a worldwide singer with Liam Payne, Louis, and Zayn..

Either way, we were just friends.. with a complicated past.

He sat down with my usual, cotton candy bliss, as teenage girls started eyeing us.

I adjusted myself in my seat as I started slurping down my beverage.

"So, Echo.. it's been almost 2 years since we've communicated face-to-face.. How've ya been? With school, parents, relationships?"

I quickly answered."Shitty as always Haz. It's been hell since you left me. My grades have gone down hill since I have no one to study with, my parents have been leaving me with the house and I have no one to be there with me, and I haven't even made any other friends."

He sighed. "Oh.. But I do see you've got the british accent going on."

"Yeah. I have to read speeches by myself and I've been around a lot of them as you can see.." I said.

Suddenly, Harry's phone started buzzing.

"Let me take this." He said as he held up one finger.

"Take your time.." I groaned.

"Hello?" he asked.

I resumed to drinking my drink again, but then heard screaming coming from Harry's phone. I look up at him, awfully puzzled.

"Fe-.... But Felic-....." he kept getting cut off.

"Felicity, wait!" he yelled into the phone.

"Let me see." I grumbled as I snatched his phone.

"Hello?" I said, mad.

"Who in god's name are you? Some 12 year old?" the girl on the other end asked, pissed off.

"No, I'm 17 today actually."

"Well, I don't care. Give me my Harry back!"

"Uh, yours? No. I don't think so. If he hasn't had the time to text me a simple 'ily', he obviously hasn't had time to talk to such a bitch." I said.

OH YEAH.

THAT WAS A SCORE. +5 MORE ECHO BITCHACHOS.

"We didn't date over his career, you thot." She began."We dated in 2010."

"Well, Rich Bitch, England doesn't have enough room for your complaints! Go somewhere like Antarctica or something, anyway to leave us the hell alone!" I screamed into the phone.