Harry Styles One Shots

Worth the Wait (Requested)

Request for levak52 / @dolantwinsmonkey

WARNINGS

18+ SMUT
MENTIONS OF DRUGS AND ALCOHOL
                               BULLYING
                               SENSITIVE TOPICS i.e RACISM/DISCRIMINATION 

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Slow and careful steps carry me to the beginning of the velvet carpet, feet stopping just before the edge of the plush while I wait for my cue. My nerves coerce me into staring at the maroon velvet in front of me and I become entranced with the discoloration created by people walking over it, changing the direction of the carpets' bristles. My surroundings are tuned out while I focus on controlling my frantic thoughts.

My imagination runs wild as fake scenarios play behind my eyes. They're so vivid. 

I'm walking down the aisle. I trip over my feet and my heels dig into the long train of my dress, pulling me backwards and I hit my head on the end of one of the pews. 

I make it to the alter, trip free, but my groom isn't there waiting for me. 

I reach the alter, trip free, my groom is smiling happily and taking hold of my hand but before I'm able to soak in the embrace of our union, a random lady bursts through the doors with her own pearly dress and cries that she's pregnant. 

All I can hear is my heartbeat in my ears alongside my conscious with a distant slur of curse words screaming at me to look up.

"Cora," The voice is distant, lost in the vivid nightmares clouding the reality in front of me.

"Jacora."

I turn my head, blurry and frantic eyes interlocking with my brother's stable ones. 

"What if he has second thoughts? What if when we start walking he's not there? Or what if when we're walking, I trip and fall and die? What's gonna happen if-"

Maurice laughs, throwing his head forward and pinching the bridge of his nose. "You sound so crazy."

"I'm not crazy, I'm serious!" I throw my hands down in frustration. 

How can he not side with me and my irrational, yet completely possible, thoughts?

"Jacora. He is not going to have second thoughts. He will be there. And I won't let you fall. If number one and number two fail, he knows everyone in this church will beat his ass. And if number three fails, I know that everyone in this church will beat my ass."

His brotherly speech does a small deal in calming my nerves, and after a few moments he even manages  to pull out a small smile and breathless chuckle. 

I inhale slowly and nod my head. "Okay. Maybe you're right. They're just irrational thoughts."

"You're going to be okay. He loves you, you love him, you both will live your disgustingly happy lives together for all of eternity. And everything will be okay."

I continue to take several steady breaths and ignore my absurd imagination. I nod to my brother to let him know I am okay and he runs his hand up and down my arm.

My emotions mellow out just enough to be able to hear the faint chatter of my guests as they await my arrival. Once the cue is given, the piano is playing and I am finally able to reveal myself.

My attention is captured by the floral decorated view displayed before me. My feet slightly tremble and I feel the shake in my knees. Emotions build within me as my dedicated several year planning is laid out perfectly before me.