Shhh

Casually Wed

I had just turned up to the venue. A treehouse. Everyone was in fancy dresses and unblemished tuxes, and here in my Mini Cooper was a girl wearing a knee length pink dress with green accessories. I didn't want to leave the car, I was too afraid. I'm Tanzaynia Jones who 3 months ago was convinced she was going to have 3 kids with her high school sweetheart and move to Canada just because. And now I was Tanzaynia Jones who finished crying over her ex 3 minutes ago and now has no sense of direction.

I rip my phone out of my green clutch, and check the time; 4:40, the wedding was in 30 minutes and that meant, socialising. I sucked in a shallow breath and swung the door open, scuttling out. Just need to remember to breath, smile and look pleasant. I can hear my heels click as I walk to the stairs, everyone is looking at me so I must look good. Thank god!

A huge man in a black outfit bashes into me pushing me over as he escorts a boy to the stairs. I hear muffled giggles as people look my way. I feel embarrassment sink in and my heart melts, I made a fool of myself. Great. I look at the boy who is "so important", I feel a sudden urge to slap him. He didn't even apologise. From behind, he looks rich. Very rich. I see a mess of curly brown hair and from his suit I know he's not middle class or lower.... definately rich. I turn to the right to see Kendra strutting towards me, face fixed on me and eyes piercing into mine. I stood up from the freezing wooden ground and met her fierce glare.

"Why are you falling for a celebrity?" She says with absolutely no ounce of resistance or sympathy. I was, however, shivering under her stare and was having trouble breathing.

"I'm not. The bodyguard pushed me over." I say, Kendra punches me in the shoulder, I had no idea he was a celebrity nor that he meant anything to anyone apart from me... Yes, that bastard who pushed me out of the way meant absolutely everything to me, because I need to know his name in order to curse him. I smirk at my joke I told and catch Kendra's scowl enlargen. She's not impressed.

"Get your ass. Over to the gardens, and wait there for an hour and a half." Kendra spits, the gardens? Not the treehouse?

"I'm not invited to the ceremony?" I say, not confused. Kendra liked having me as a tag along, but she wouldn't just let me become a part of the elite circle of friends she had. Never me.

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The gardens were green. I know that's a given, but they weren't leafy green or dark green they were an illuminating green. Apart from one flower.

It was red. A deep dark red standing alone against the sea of green. A true beauty.
"Do you want me to get that for you?" A voice calls, from behind me. I turn around expecting to see a far away stranger. Instead I was (blessed) with a 6 foot tall celebrity with green eyes and a suit primped to perfection and hair in whimsical curls. He and I were so close that my hand was making contact with his chest, any closer would have been explicit. I was face to (well, chest) face with Harry Styles one of the youngest millionaires on the planet.

"No." I reply to his question, a lie which must have shown in someway as he cocked his eyebrows. He the pushed me against the shrubbery, lifting his hand to the rose and tearing it from its stem. I stared at him, trying not to scream in utter disbelief. Harry places the rose in the palm of my hand. He smirks, but I roll my eyes.

"My name's Harry Styles. You may want to remember that," He leans in towards my ear. "Cause you'll be screaming it later." I don't know whether I should blush or slap him, or kiss him and punch him...I stand there like a deer caught in head lights. I could feel his hot breath on me and I felt revolted, only because I was thinking of someone else. He released me and paced away champagne glass in hand. No matter how much I tried, even though I was with a millionaire all I could think about was; Lucas. 

"Tanzaynia." I mutter, it sounded accidental and rushed, the exact opposite of how Harry had introduced himself. "I should go-" Composing myself, I made my way from the shrubs. Maybe I needed to get away... No, I definitely need to.

One swift action stopped me. His hand. I felt his hand on my wrist as I attempted to walk away, pulling me closer. Defensively, I looked up into his eyes... In the magazines they were blue or brown and full of lust, now they were green and mysterious but as I looked deeper, a hint of innocence became apparent. He must have noticed that I was studying him, as he looked away immediately. "I don't do well with being alone." 

Alone? The poor little rich boy... was lonely. Something clicked. A slight flicker of anger reached my throat and before I could stop, I frowned at him, "Get used to it. Maybe then you'll be normal for once in your life." The worst part about the insult, was that I didn't regret saying it. And with that, he let go of my wrist while a scoff left his lips.

"Don't worry about me. I'm sure we'll see each other soon." He remarked as I heard him walk in the opposite direction. I turned around to tell him that she'd never see him again, but her words proved true. When I had turned, it was only me and the green shrubs.

"Maybe we just might." I whispered to myself as I held the rose in my hands.

If only I knew,  just how right he was.