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The Wedding

I really was happy for Willow. And I've always loved weddings. Their so romantic.

I got up the next morning, suffering from jet lag. I hurried to get ready and get dressed and made my way downstairs to the breakfast area. I filled my plate, making sure to find some coffee, which is quite rare in England.

I walked out of the hotel and found a cab and easily made it to the flower shop where I was to meet Willow. She greeted me with a big smile and we chatted about my flight, the hotel, and other small talk before we finally got down to business. I wasn't a bridesmaid. I wasn't even in the wedding! But I was a very good friend of Willow and she wanted me to be at her wedding. And I was going to be there. Even if I did have to fly several thousand miles to get there.

The few days before the wedding was filled with getting our nails done, dress fittings, for those it concerned, making sure everything was on time, and hurrying with extra preperations.

Finally, the day of the wedding arrived, I was finally getting over jet lag, so that made the day go a lot easier. I got up early and showered, took extra time on my make up, and curled my hair. I ate a bit of breakfast and then puy my dress on. I finished with some earrings my mom had let me borrow and some 5 inch black heels.

I grabbed my clutch and hailed a cab. I arrived at the church and was escorted to my seat. 

A few rows ahead of me, I saw a boy with brown curly hair. I smiled to myself and thought how cool it would be if it was Harry Styles. But I knew he couldn't possibly be at my friends wedding. The ceremony was gorgeous. Willow looked stunning, as well as her bridesmaids.

As I walked out of the church, I caught a sideways glimpse of the boy again. "Wow!" I thought to myself. "That has to be him!"

But I didn't rush over, or try to get an even better look. I didn't want to embarass myself. I just continued on my way. Which was to the reception. The place where it was being held was only about a half a mile, so I decided to give walking around London a shot, and hoped I wouldn't get lost.

The wedding was very formal, so when I arrived, an usher came to escort me to my assigned table. That boy was sitting at the table as I approached. His head was down, and it looked as if he was tapping at his phone. The usher pulled out my chair for me, which was only 2 seats away from the boy, and I took my seat. The boy looked up,  and smiled that cheeky grin that I had seen so many times.

It indeed was Harry Styles.