After: alternate ending

After: Alternative ending

Tessa's POV
It has been four months since I finished reading his book. I have to admit I was furious and hurt; I acted like a marred animal left on the side of the rode. I have moved on by this point; I've found peace. Some people, well all people, think I must be insane to be at Harry's wedding, especially after all that has happened. As I've told many of them, I promised Harry that I would support him through it all, and I do not break my promises or commitments. I adjust my straps of my dress as I look at Harry's bride and the other bridesmaids-it is lucky the bridesmaid dresses are not as ugly as many brides make them. She is silent, nervous, and noticeably distraught.
"What if he isn't at the altar, what if he doesn't want to marry me anymore". She asks while nervously pecking at her gown.
"You'll be fine, he loves you, he'll be there. Now stop ruining your dress, we both know it cost a fortune", Karen assures the anxious bride.

Harry's POV
"What If she doesn't show at the altar, what if she doesn't really want to marry me". I had never been so fucking nervous in my entire life. What if this was all a big hoax, a joke? What if she was finally paying her revenge for all I've put her through in the past years? I wouldn't blame her. I am a fucking asshole, a selfish bastard.
"Oh please we all know she loves you more than she should", Liam grins as he teases me; he really shouldn't do this right now.
"Shut it, asshole", I bark but with a thankful smile to my step-brother.
"Almost ready gentlemen? We need to get out there before the bride. You do know that, right?", Ken tells me as he checked his watch for the yet another fucking time.
"Fine let's go so we can all finally get this over with", Liam chuckles as he says
"You seem excited".
"I don't care about this fucking ceremony; I wouldn't care if we got married in fucking Vegas; I am only doing this for her. I just want to get through this god-awful thing, so we can leave for our honeymoon". I give Liam a quick wink to prove my point. He groans in disgust and opens the ghastly door.

Tessa's POV

"Ready?", Karen asks gingerly. She is always so kind, treating everyone, even strangers as family. I have always respected her for that because although some people call her naive, I think it shows strength. She has the strength to open her arms to anyone, even Harry. Harry, I'm so proud of him, for how far he's come. He's even being polite to Ken and Karen. Harry, polite; I giggle silently at the thought of it.
"No, but I think I hear the music. That's my cue, right?".The bride asks everyone with a weary smile.

Harry's POV

We've been standing here for too fucking long. And why is she wearing that fucking veil, I can't even see her face, that gorgeous, perfect face. I just want to through her over my shoulder and-
"Mr. Styles, your vows?" Shit. I fumble for my paper and eventually recite the bullshit I wrote for these people. It isn't for her, I'll tell her my true vow tonight.
I listen to her speech, knowing it's as full of bull shit as mine is, but it's okay.
I know this is all a big joke to us. We're just performing for our families; this memory is for them, not us.Finally when I feel like we've been standing here for hours I hear the priest- I have to say it is a bit ironic that we are being married in a church, with a priest, after all the sinful things we've done- say:
"Harry styles, do you take this woman to be your wife?" I am looking into her beautiful face, my eyes brimmed with tears, as I tell the priest How dearly I want this woman to be wed to me. I think I hear my mother and Karen sobbing together, but I tune them out, all I want to think about is her and this moment and the fact that I'm getting married. Shit, I can't believe I'm actually getting married. Never in my life did I expect that, but she had always brought the unexpected. I shake my head and try to focus on this silly ceremony. Thinking about it, I think this really did mean as much to us as it did to our families. I think I can feel a tear slipping down my cheek when I hear the priest's next words.
"Do you, Theresa Young, take this man to be your lawfully wed husband?".
I barely give her enough time to agree before I throw off her silly veil and kiss her. We've kissed frequently and quite a lot. We've had so many kisses, each different, but I have to say; this is the best kiss we have ever shared. I love this woman so much. I can feel the tears really coming as we begin to walk back down the aisle together. Eventually I just can't take it anymore and I scoop her up as we leave the church.
Tessa Styles, my Tessa Styles.