Harry Styles Imagines

He Leaves You At The Altar

A/N this is from tumblr by harrys-writing

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*YOUR POV*
I have never been more nervous, but then again I've never been more excited. My dress was beautiful; hair curled beautifully, makeup done to perfection.
Today was my wedding day.
I bit my lip, eyes shining with happiness as today would be the day I promise to spend the rest of my life with him. The day that sealed our relationship into something much bigger.
Marriage.
It was a scary thing, if I'm honest. When he proposed I fucking cried a river, but only because of the immense joy I felt in that moment. It was our four year anniversary. He'd planned everything so well, taking me out to dinner at the restaurant where we first met. He paid for our song to play, ordered my favourite meal.
Afterwards we drove for over an hour, getting away from the city, the paparazzi, everything. We arrived by a beautiful lake. To my surprise he'd hung fairy lights on branches, providing us with a beautiful glow of light, contrasting with the dark sky.
We'd laid together, just talking about everything and anything. Laughs and kisses were shared. I was clueless as to what was about to happen, thinking he'd merely organised a beautiful surprise for our anniversary. He was always a romantic. The sudden act of kindness didn't shock me as I knew he was the best boyfriend any woman could ask for.
He asked me to dance, singing in my ear to provide us with music. I moved with his clumsy body, giggling when he stepped on my toes. I twirled and danced as gracefully as possible on grass while barefoot. Then Harry stilled us but kept his arms around me, gazing into my eyes with a pure look of honesty and sincerity in his, and proclaimed his love for me.
With tears eyes I watched as he dropped to one knee, causing my mouth to open, stunned. I just stared as he fished a velvet box out of his pocket, opening it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring.
I gaped, tears falling as Harry uttered the simple words. "Will you do me the honour of marrying me?"
I remember nodding frantically, stuttering out various yes's while Harry laughed in relief and happiness as he slipped the ring onto my finger and picked me up, spinning me around before kissing me urgently. It was a night I'd never forget.
I was now standing in front of a full length mirror, gazing in awe at my dress. I felt beautiful. For the first time in my life, I truly felt beautiful.
"Y/N, you look beautiful!" Gemma's voice spoke from behind me.
I grinned, cheeks burning slightly as I blushed. "You think?"
"Of course! My God, your hair, your dress! I could cry!"
I laughed and wrapped my arms around her in a hug. "I'm so nervous."
"So I heard from every bridesmaid." I chuckled. "It seems you nearly pissed yourself?"
"No!" I protested. "Well, I guess I almost farted."
She laughed loudly. "Almost?" She wiggled her eyebrows and I groaned.
"Yes, almost." I picked up my bouquet of flowers. "I can't wait to see him."
Something about my words caused her expression to change. "Right, of course. I'm sure he feels the same."
"Yeah." I spoke warily, trying to gauge the look on her face. She looked anxious and guilty. I brushed off the sudden paranoia I was feeling and gave her my best smile.
"Is it time?"
"Almost." My other bridesmaid, Y/B/F/N, entered.
"Y/N, you look beautiful!" She basically screamed.
I giggled and hugged her. "Thank you, so do you. Those dresses are amazing."
"It was your choice."
"I know. That's why they're amazing."
All three of us giggled until I heard the music playing.
"That's our cue." Gemma ran off with the bridesmaids as I stood by the entrance to the hall.
"God," I breathed, nerves hitting me again. I wanted so badly to see his face, to kiss him.
"Darling," I turned at the sound of my Dad's voice, linking arms with him. "Let's do this, yeah?"
"Yeah." I shakily spoke, clutching my bouquet and biting down on my pink tinted lip.
"You look beautiful, you'll be fine. I promise." Dad's familiar voice soothed me.
"Thank you." I responded, practically shaking in my heels as I began my walk down the aisle. Heads turned, eyes widened and lips stretched into large grins. I even saw a tear or two from some people. Well, my Mother.
I gave my best smile, averting my eyes to Harry. He was gazing at me with a look of awe on his face. What shocked me was that his eyes were teary. I really didn't expect him to cry on our wedding day.
"Y/N," he whispered, taking my hands in his.
"Harry," I mumbled, unable to stop the huge smile on my face.
"You look..." He trailed off, eyeing me up and down. "You look breath-taking. Absolutely breath-taking." I grinned, though it faltered when I saw the slightly pained look on his face. I chose to ignore it.
"So do you." In his sharp black tux, hair perfect. He blushed at my compliment and stared at his shoes for a second.
"Dearly beloved..." The priest began speaking and Harry looked back up at me, weakly smiling. I sighed quietly, he didn't seem as happy as I was.
"You okay?" I whispered.
"Hm." He responded, tightening his hold on my palms. I noticed his skin was slick with sweat. I didn't say anything.
"You may recite your vows." The priest spoke.
I breathed out shakily as Harry began to speak. "Y/N, you are everything to me." His eyes glossed over and he unsteadily inhaled, turning his head away from me for a second. I frowned, seeing his eyes glint in the transcendent lights. "I-I -" He stuttered and shut his eyes tightly, furrowing his brows.
"Harry." I whispered, getting his attention as his head snapped up.
"I-I'm sorry, Y/N." He whimpered, a tear falling. Murmurs were heard amongst the guests and my heart nearly stopped beating.
"I can't do this, I -" He turned and ran out, leaving me standing, lips parted in shock and horror. I felt as if someone just stabbed a hole in my chest, tears slowly falling as I gazed at the doors from which he just departed. The bouquet fell from my loosened grip, hitting the carpeted floor with a gentle thud. Gemma gasped and ran out after her brother, a pained expression on her face.
My lips moved, trying to form words but no sound escaped. My eyes swivelled around the room as if he was hiding somewhere, playing a prank on me. I wouldn't even care if he was joking. I would rather feel anything other than the crushing pain in my chest.
"Y/N." Anne, Harry's mother stood beside mine, putting her arm around me. She was crying. "I'm so sorry. I didn't think he would - I'm so sorry."
I stared blankly at her, trying to decipher exactly what was going on. My mind felt fuzzy, sweat forming on my palms and neck. "W-why?" I stammered as my Mum hugged me, stroking my hair. "Why would he -?"
"I don't know, sweetie." She kissed my temple, tightening her hold on me. "I really don't know."
*
The tears were endless.
I don't know how long I spend sitting in my dressing room, crying my heart out. My closest friends and family surrounded me, uttering words of support and sympathy. Despite their efforts, nothing soothed the excruciating ache in my chest.
I was truly heartbroken. For the first time in my life, I felt truly and utterly heartbroken.
"I don't understand." I sobbed into my best friend, Y/B/F/N's chest. "We were so happy. Why would he do this?"
She didn't have an answer, nor did I expect her to. No one knew what to say. No one was expecting it.
Except Gemma.
The door opened and her blonde head peered in. "Y/N?" Her eyes were red. "Can I speak to her in private please?" She directed her questions at my company.
I stared at the ground, clueless on what to say as she sat next to me, taking my hand in hers.
"Y/N, I wanted to say I'm so fucking sorry. I had no idea - well, I knew he was nervous but I didn't think he would do this. Not for a second did anyone think he would do this."
"W-what did he say to you?" I chewed on my thumbnail, eyes on the marble floor.
"He, um, he said he's..." She trailed off. "God, I can't say this."
"Just tell me." I spat out, crying harder. "Just fucking tell me. I can take it."
By the look on her face I knew she didn't believe me. "Well. He, uh - he said he wasn't sure of what he wanted."
"He should've thought about that before he fucking proposed." I snarled, putting my head in my hands, tugging on the roots of my styled hair.
"I know, I know, Y/N." Gemma put her arm around my shoulders, allowing me to cry against her. My chest shuddered and heaved as the sobs ripped from my lungs. "He also said it was a mistake to propose." Her voice lowered as she spoke the disgusting words.
My heart completely fucking shattered at that. "Oh God -" I slid out of my chair and onto the floor, slamming my fists on the stone surface. "I hate him; I fucking hate him so much. H-how dare he lead me on with the p-planning and promises. How dare he humiliate me in front of everyone? How dare he lie to me...?"
Gemma eased off the chair and slumped beside my trembling frame, coaxing me to come closer. She bit her lip harshly as she watched me, attempting to comfort me, but it was no use.
I cried in pain, curling my body into a ball. "I wish it were different."
"Me too, Y/N." She rubbed her hand up and down my arm. "Me too."