Stuck With You

Fake Wedding

~18

It's been a few days from dropping the wedding boom on my family and friends. And to my surprised no one has said anything about how odd it is; nothing like that. Jack has been sending me all the wedding info, so I can keep my family and friends up to date. With all the phone calls, texts and emails. It's as if I am planning the wedding.

Most of my texts have been between Harry and me until today. Tomorrow is the wedding day and all I can think about it that I'm one week closer to have my life back. And only a day before the whole world knows who I am.

Asking Shannon to be my maid of honor was the worst part of my week. She said no. because it was fake, she would when it comes to my real wedding but no this one. No matter what she wouldn't. So, I had to find someone else. In the end, I ended up asked, Gabby, my cousin. We were born only a week apart. She's been there my whole life. For bridesmaid, I asked my other high school friends, one who was going to be mine and Shannon's roommates at college. Now just Shannon's, until I can come back that is.

I was laying in my bed. My room all packed up, other than my 'honeymoon' bags and my two bags for me to take with me when I leave with Harry. My other stuff is all boxed up and stacked in my closet. My hair was in a messy bun, I was wearing just my tank-top and PJ shorts. Going over everything that's going to happen tomorrow morning while painting my nails a glittery silver. Everyone is like go get your nails done, its a must. But really, I like painting them myself. My door open, looking up I see him. Thinking I wouldn't be seeing him, at least not today. His brown curly hair had a bandana around it. Looking at him. He smiled.

"Hey." He said, shutting the door.

"Hi." I said.

Moving back on the bed I tap the foot of the bed. Letting him know he can sit if he'd like. Walking over he sat, looking at me. Pulling my leg up I began to paint my toes.

"I didn't think I was going to see you until tomorrow." I said.

"Well, that was the plan. But I couldn't stay stuck in the hotel any longer, with all my family and friends coming. in." I believed him.

That's one reason I'm hiding away in my room.

"Tell me about it." I said, "That's been my life the past week."

Trying to see my other foot to paint my nails. I felt a hand brush mine.

"Let me." Harry said, taking it from me and starting to paint my toenails.

"Thanks."

"Yup."

Biting my lip, thinking of asking him something.

"Harry?"

"Yea'"

"Are you ready?"

"Does it matter?"

He did have a point.

"You?" He adds.

"We don't really have a choice, do we?"

"Not now but..."

The door opened.

"Oh, sorry I didn't..."

"It's cool, Gabby." I said, watching Harry close up the nail polish, handing it back to me.

"Its fine, I've gotta get back before Jack comes looking for me." Harry said to me getting up.

Leaning over, he kissed my cheek quickly before heading out the door.

"Bye." I said.

"See you tomorrow, wear something nice." He winked.

"I'll be the one in white." I said.

"Such a classic line!" He said, smiling at me when he left.

Not saying anything, his footsteps echoed down the stairs.

"Don't say anything." I said, looking at Gabby.

The darkness in my room was gone within seconds. When the sound of my windows being opened and the lights being turned on.

"Go away."

"Today's the day." A voice said, entering my mind.

Laying there it hits me, by tonight, I would be on some nice beach with Harry as the world reads over and over about Harry and I. The blankets were pulled off me, the smell of food, tea and coffee filled the air. More and more people filled my room. Going over a list, things I need to do and times. I was only half awake. Waiting to go back to sleep but know I couldn't.

My phone went off, it was a text from Harry. 'I'm about to drop the first clue on the world, you ready?' my heart pounded even more.

'Drop it, there's no turning back now.' I send back.

My phone went off again, this time it was a tweet:

Twitter: Harry Styles 'I'll be looking for the girl in white...'

Thumping loud and heavy in my chest, my heart felt like a ton.

Know I should put something, I thought for a bit as some of my family and friends rushed around to get me and them ready. Waiting and thinking, about ten minutes, it hits me. Tapping the new tweet button I type "... I'll be the only one..."

"Don't get cold feet on me..." He tweeted me.

"I won't if you won't." I tweeted back before someone took my phone.

"No more." My mother said.

Waiting in front of the brown doors that stood between me and everyone. Between me and aisle. An arm looped mine, my father, and the music started. I was wearing a different dress than the one I found in the closet. This one was strapless and puffed out, it was totally a princess dress. Before I knew it it was my turn to say 'I do'.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Harry and I just looked at each other, knowing I was blushing. But he stepped closer to me, and he kissed me. Cheers, tears, and laughter filled the air. Harry pulled away, smiling.