Best Days of My Life
I sat down, taking deep breaths, trying to calm my nerves. This is it, I thought to myself, a smile planted on my face.
“You look beautiful, Hannah,” my mother said, aghast. I giggled. I truly did look beautiful, and for the first time, I felt beautiful. I did a small twirl, letting my wedding dress follow me around.
“I just can’t believe my baby girl is getting married,” mom said, her eyes becoming glassy.
“It’s okay, mom,” I walked over to her and wiped a stray tear from her eye, “don’t cry, it’ll make me cry!” we shared a laugh, before existing the house. I hopped in the limousine, which my future husband had arranged. My smile grew wider at the thought that next time I would be at that house, I would be Mrs Hannah Styles.
We arrived at the church a couple of minutes later. Rose petals were arranged at the front, creating a walkway for me. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach brewing. This is where we met. The thought crossed my mind as I stepped out of the car.
It was two years ago that day, when I was at my cousin’s wedding. I remembered sitting second row back, smiling at my cousin.
“He’s your cousin, isn’t he?” I heard a male voice and found myself looking into the eyes of Harry Styles. I nodded, speechless; no words escaping form my mouth. He sat down next to me, offering his hand.
“Harry Styles,” he introduced himself. I laughed.
“Hannah Machab,” I replied, shaking his hand. An electric spark moved throughout my body, starting at my hand, and I liked it. A lot! We kept light conversation throughout the ceremony. It turned out that my cousin, was in fact, good mates with Harry Styles, and had never told me.
“Wanna come for a drink?” Harry asked, after the reception. I nodded, taking his hand. We went to the local pub and drank and drank and drank. The next day, I woke up in Harry’s bed next to him, with four other familiar faces looking over me. Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn.
“Morning you two!” Louis said, giving us both a kiss on the cheek. Ugh. It felt so weird! Not only waking up in Harry Styles’ bed, but to have the full One Direction band waking me up. That following day, the boys were on tour for four months. At that stage, I didn’t know whether Harry’s and mine’s one little night was just a once off or not. I sure hoped not. I was a huge fan of One Direction, and I got to meet them, and, um , yeah, you know the rest. Harry and I were stupid enough to not leave any of our contact detail with each other so I had no idea of what he thought of me.
Exactly four months later, I received a knock on my front door, and who do I find? Harry Styles was standing at my front door, his green eyes lighting up as he saw me. We collapsed into each other’s arms.
“It’s so good to see you!” I shouted, a smiled planted on my face. Harry laughed and kissed me. No, that time we were not drunk and I do actually remember it. It was like electricity, pounding through my veins, and it felt so good! However, that wasn’t me. I wasn’t one of those slutty bitches who were there to have sex and use people. I was a type of girl who liked real, proper, decent and honest relationships. That night after the wedding was a once off and when my mother found out about it she was NOT happy.
“Harry, I’m sorry, I can’t do this,” I said, pulling away.
“Why, Hannah? What’s wrong?” he asked, worried.
“We should take this slow, I mean, I don’t even really know you!” I said, exasperated. He smiled slightly.
“Okay then, let’s go out, just on a date,” his hand reached out and found mine and gently pulled me towards his car. Little did I know that two years later, we would be the ones in that very church getting married.
My thoughts were interrupted, when I heard a deep voice call out my name.
“Hannah? Do you wish to take Harry as your husband?” the priest asked, looking at me, through his glasses. I looked over at Harry, and smiled. All I felt for him was love and that would never change. Sure, with his job it was hard, but we do keep in contact and cherish every moment that we have with one another.
“Yes! Yes I do!” I screamed, jumping into Harry’s arms. We shared our first kiss as Mr and Mrs Styles. These were the best days of my life.
