Shades Of Styles

Not My Harry 4

"Hi." A voice says behind me and I turn around to see a tall, shaggy haired boy with bright green eyes.

"Hello." I smile at him. He's quite handsome.

"I just had to say, you're very beautiful, can I get your name?" He asks.

"(Y/N)." I tell him as I put my hand out for him to shake it.

"Harry." He introduces himself, he smiles a beautiful smile and I already feel comfortable around him.

"May I just say, Harry. You're quite the looker yourself." I admit with a small blush. He pretends to flip his hair behind his shoulder and I laugh.

"Well, (Y/N). I guess there's only one thing left for me to do." He begins and I look at him curiously. "Ask you on a date."

"If I didn't know any better...I'd say you want to ask me out." I joke and he throws his head back while laughing and at that moment I know it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.

"What do you say then?" His hand reaches out and touches my arm.

"I'd say of course." I smile one last time. I take his hand off my arm, pull out my pen and write my number on his hand. "Call me." I wink and then turn and I'm almost out of breath because I can't believe I just did that.

A year and a half later

As Harry and I sit on our shared bed, studying for our finals I look over to him and smile at the way his hair sits on his neck now. The way he studies his papers with his eyebrows furrowed. He looks up to me with his innocent looking eyes and I shoot my eyes back down to my paper.

"(Y/N)." He says and i look up at him like he's getting my attention.

"Yes?" I ask, batting my eyelashes.

"Will you marry me?" As soon as the words escape his lips my heart leaps but I know he's just talking.

"Very funny. We need to study." I playfully push his book closer to him and he grabs my hand with a little too much force but I brush it off and he lets go a little while sitting up and pushing me to lay on the bed, our torsos barely touching.

"I'm serious. I love you. I want to get married-soon. Tomorrow even!" His smile grows and I shake my head.

"We have finals Monday." Is he being serious? I wonder.

"Then next Monday." He smirks and his tone get serious now. "(Y/N). I love you. Will you marry me?"
I study his eyes, looking for any hint of humor and I find none.

"Yes." My smile grows and so does his before he kisses me.

1 month later.

"Let's go." Harry's voice wakes me up and I want to slap him across his face, I have a hangover from last night and he knows it. He's the one who suggested we go out and celebrate graduating.

"Go where?" I mumble into my pillow.

"It's a surprise. But you need to get up and get dressed." He orders, shaking me and I nearly growl at him.

After I'm dressed, in a white sun dress that Harry picked out for me, my hair curled and makeup on Harry and I leave for him to take me somewhere he keeps telling me is a surprise.

When we pull up to the court house I know what we're doing and I look at Harry dumbfounded.

"No we're not." I tell him and he nods.

"We are. I got everything we need-even the rings." He pulls out two silver rings and I stare at them like they're the craziest things I've ever seen. I pull the smaller one up and place it on my wedding finger and It honestly fits perfectly-not just size wise but the fact that it's there.

"I wanted to put that on you." Harry laughs and slides the ring off, shoving it back in his pocket. "Let's go." He gets out of the car and I do too.

I can't believe we're doing this." I tell Harry as we enter the court house.

"I know, I'm excited." He says as he stops me, his eyes meet mine and I watch as they search, probably looking for doubt or worry but I have none. I'm in love with this man in front of me and I know I will be forever.

"I love you (Y/N)." He says as he brushes my hair behind my ear and then he leans down to kiss me.

Once our moment ends we follow through with our plan of marriage. My mother is going to kill me for getting married without her knowledge but I don't care. I've dreamed about marrying him since the first he said he loved me, nothing will stop me now.

6 months later

I stare at the pink lines on the stick and my life is changed forever. I can't believe I'm pregnant. I wonder how Harry will feel. He'll be home in an hour or two and I want to tell him soon.

I set the stick down on the kitchen table and it's still there, that second line. I place my hand on my stomach and I can't believe I have a human inside me.

Once Harry gets home, I stand in the kitchen with the stick behind my back.

"Hey babe." He smiles at me and presses a kiss to my lips. "What's wrong?" He asks as I just stare at him.

"I'm-I'm pregnant." I say out loud for the first time which makes me cry. He looks confused for a second and then I show him the stick and he gasps.

"I can't believe this." He smiles and then suddenly he jumps into the air with a smile on his face. "Yes!" He shouts and presses a kiss to my head.

"Oh, yay. I'm so happy you're excited." I tell him and he nods and then hugs me.

9 months later

After 39 hours of labor I finally hear the faint cry of my baby and I cry too. I can't believe they're here.

"It's a girl." Someone says and my heart jumps. I don't care, I just want her to be okay.

"Did you hear baby? It's a girl." Harry says again. "Sadie Rose is is." He whispers in to my ear as they place her on my chest and I cry harder. That's my baby. I love her.

"Let's have another." Harry jokes next to me and I let out a small laugh. I love my family.

2 years later.

"Harry! I didn't even do it. You're the only guy I've been with in 4 years!" I shout at him. I can't believe he's accusing me of cheating on him. Why would I ever do that?

"Don't you dare raise your fucking voice at me!" He yells and I watch slowly as his hand goes up and comes across my face and I help, grabbing my cheek. "Don't ever do that again you stupid bitch." He spits and then leaves me crying on the floor.