Hey guys!!!!
I decided i would create an "upload schedule". So i will always be on time updating so ya'all won't feel cheated on with this story.
My day is Thursday!!! So yes, i will upload EVERY Thursday, and they will be long. Enjoy!
Mwah,
D ^^
**Victoria's POV:**
My heart thrummed. What. The. Heck.
It was here. My time was here.
Not for death, no. But my wedding day? Yeah.
How in the world did time pass by so quickly? The world spun in a heartbeat, and now i was holding hands with my fianceé, gulping nervously waiting for a gold ring to be put on my finger.
Who was i marrying? Zayn Malik...
PSYCH! Totally kidding.
It's Harry Styles. Yeah...Harry Styles.
Never in my life, in my rightful mind did i imagine getting married to the most obnoxious, handsome, PIMPiest guy in the history of em all. Let's just say that a fake relationship brought us togehther. But now we weren't getting married for publicity or for money. We loved eachother...for real.
Eww. Please excuse me while i barf. I'm not your typical flirtatious, lovey dovey, mush-cheese ball. But I am so estactic (mostly a wreck) for today. MY wedding day.
I looked at Harry, who was grinning from ear to ear in front of me, holding both of my hands. His curls were messier than usual, specks of hair flying around from the blowing AC stirring behind us.
He was dressed in a matte black tux, a striped tie hung loosely at his neck. His collar was loose, and a couple buttons were popped open on his dressy shirt underneath. He was so excited I was becoming his wife.
And then of course, my mind flashes back to our previous memories...
** "I HATE YOU!" I pouted, throwing the pillow at his face.
He folded his bottom lip down, making his eyes watery.
"Stop it." I said, stifling a chuckle.
"Don't be mad at me Vicky...PLEASE!" He cried.
"You left me in the AMAs after-party for a blonde chick and a couple of guidos." I said, then covered my mouth, noticing that I had sounded like a jealous, whiney baby. But mainly jealous.
Harry's crestfallen face lightened up, and a blush appeared on his cheek, most nearly matching mine.
"Was...was Vicky jealous?" He taunted in the most annoying tone.
"Stop..." I warned.
"Someones jealous! Someone loves me! SOMEONES JEALOUS!" He started singing, jumping on the couch.
That was it. That pesky little brat. I launched myself forcefully off the couch, and tackled him. He heaped to the ground with a shriek. I pinned his arms back, wrestling him, trying to get him down and to apologize to me.
After an hour or two of pure, hard-core wrestling, we finally brokw apart, sweating immensly, declaring it a cat's game.
We had stared awkwardly at eachother for a minute, just realizing that we fought for ebverything. And then harry made the daring move. He leaned in and kissed me. And it was our first kiss. It was or real, genuine, true kiss. Not one made for publicity.
** "Can I please take off this blindfold?" I asked, bored of the headband squeezed in my eyeballs.
"No." Harry huskily answered, leading me with his hands. He had told me it was a suprise, and involuntarily, I got blindoflded and walking for the past 20 minutes.
A light scent of sand and sunscreen wafted in my nose. I thought I heard water.
"Alright. Hold on to me." And with that, Harry picked me up and carried me.
"Put me down!" I laughed, punching him playfully. I felt him put me down, and then gently, he took off the blindfold.
Silence...
I looked around me. I was surrounded by a sandy haven. Grains of golden-beige specks coated the beach grounds. A shell lay in the middle, being dusted with ripples of water as the tides reached the sparkling shore.
I was on a ferris wheel. Rising up. Harry grinned like a chesire cat in front of me, still holding my hand. "Do you like it?" He asked.
Speechlessly, I managed a "yeah." And just let my eyes glide on the unreal scenery.
The ferris wheel carried us up, up, up. We were way on the top, perched as much as a sky scraper. But it stopped. The ferris wheel didn't go on, and just stayed on the top.
"Victoria."
I gulped. He never used my full name.
"Yeah?"
"Vicky. I love you. We had started off for publicity, but i'm glad I did, because it bonded us. After three months of fake dating lead onto a year of real, genuine dating. I hope you love me too. You're witty, cute, intelligent, but most importantly passionate, kind and beautiful. I love you so much. Will you..."
He took a shaky, uneasy breath.
I matched his pause. I knew what question he was going to ask...and i couldn't speak.
"Will you marry me?"
If i could, I would say yes, but i nodded instead because I couldn't talk.
He pulled out a fuzzy black box, and opened it.
I gasped! Oh, how cliché.
An emerald lay in the middle of the ring box, bathed in tiny diamonds.
"Haz...how did you?" I breathed out, needed to ask him so many questions.
"Talk later." He said, and sealed off my stuttering with an amazing kiss.
**I shook my head, smiling, thinking of all the cheesiest most precious moments and memories we shared.
"You look beautiful." He murmured.
I grinned widely, and couldn't help but peek a look at the crowd. It was fairly small. My mom lay in a lounge chair, oxygen mask and all, dabbing her eyes with a Kleenex. All of One Direction were grinning and hooting.
A cold, golden ring slid on my narrow finger, and Harry pushed it into place. Everybody clapped in unison, laughing, cheering and crying. The limo outside of the church waited. I ran barefoot, kicking the pumps off my feet. I threw the bouquet of flowers behind me in frenzy and grinned, so happy to be living this moment.
"Let's go." Harry smiled, and warmly took my hand.
"I need to...to tell you something." I grinned, inching closer to him and peering in his eyes.
"What?" He chuckled.
Everybody stopped in silence. My mother looked up at me in questioning eyes from her wheelchair. Silence filled the air, and made it even more tense. I took the chance.
"Haz...I'm pregnant."
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More coming next Wednesday! I'm so excited! Hope ya'all loved it!
MWAH,
Dee ^^
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