First Love // H.S.

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TIME SKIP TO 20 JULY 2014 (a year)

'Mum, I—'

I watch mum with tears in my eyes. Her white wedding dress embraces her body in the prettiest way possible. Her eyes are glowing of happiness. She looks so beautiful.

'Aw, don't cry!' Mum exclaims with a smile. I chuckle while shaking my head.

'I just can't believe it that you're my mother. I must be the luckiest girl on earth.' I tell.
'I love you, Olivia.' Mum says.
'I love you too, mum.' I answer while the tears stream out of my eyes.

'I'm not gonna hug you or else I'll ruin your dress.' I say.
'And I don't wanna ruin yours. You look gorgeous, darling.' Mum tells.

I look down at the white dress I'm wearing. It's shorter than my mum's, just above my knees. It has the form of a boho dress, so I have to tie the dress together. It doesn't have sleeves. It's like a tank top, only with lace and more stylish. I'm wearing white shoes with a little heel. I wear high heels on the catwalk all the time, and thought I'd have a break from those pain-causing devils. My hair is half up, half down, with a few white little daisies in it. I'm wearing a white eyeliner without a wing, black mascara, and a lipstick that's between red and pink.

My mom's right. I do look gorgeous.

'What's Harry wearing?' Mum asks while I look at my reflection in the mirror.

'I dunno. Probably the usual black skinny jeans and Chelsea boots.' I answer.
'What do you think of his hair?' Mum asks.
'Um.. it's getting really long. I like it.' I tell.
'He looks so much older with the longer hair.' Mum comments. I nod while I rub my finger under my eye to remove the mascara that went off when I started crying.

I take my phone off one of the tables standing in the room when I hear it's making a sound.

"Where r u? -H"

Harry.

All this time, and I still don't understand why he always adds an H behind his messages. As if he isn't in my contacts and I don't know who's texting me, or something.

I text him a "With mum in the ladies dressing room. U can come in, nobody's naked" back.

'That Harry?' Mum asks.
'Yeah.. he's coming in here.' I answer, not looking away from my phone when I see Harry's typing.

"Not even u? That's too bad... I'll be there in a sec. -H"

'Why are you smiling?' Mum asks. I didn't even notice I was smiling.

'Nothing.' I say while putting my phone back on the table after having have turned it off. Mum shrugs, and sits down behind the makeup desk. She sighs deeply.

'You nervous?' I ask with a smile while I get beside her.

'I guess you could say I am, yes.' Mum answers.
'You're finally marrying dad. Aren't you happy?' I ask.
'I can't be happier.' Mum answers. I wrap my arms around her from behind.

a/n: i know Jay married Daniel Deakin and not Mark but lets pretend she married Mark ok

'You look gorgeous, mum. I'm so proud of you.' I tell.
'Hi, Harry.' Mum says instead of answering me.

I look to the right, where the door is, and see Harry. He's indeed wearing black skinny jeans and Chelsea boots. He has a black hat on top of his head, and sunglasses on his face. The blouse under his black blazer is half-open. You can see half of his butterfly tattoo.