Sexual content.
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“And last, but not least, please, dear god, do not sleep with the bridesmaids,” Ed said standing in front of his five groomsmen. “A lot of them are Athina’s close friends, one of them is her bloody sister, she’s sort of worried about it…just don’t do it.”
His request was met with laughter but nodded agreement. Except for one raised hand from the guy with hair just above his shoulders and blindingly green eyes.
“Yes, Harold?” Ed said acknowledging his raised hand.
“Mate, I feel like that last part was directed at me,” Harry said.
“I mean, I wouldn’t say directed at you so much as, like, for you,” Ed said before taking a drink of his beer.
“I can’t control how charming I am, Ed,” Harry said putting a hand against his chest, “If it makes girls crawl all over me, I can’t help it.”
“Mate, keep it in your pants for one day, yeah?” Ed said rolling his eyes at Harry before he was distracted by another groomsmen asking a question.
Harry knew Taylor was one of the bridesmaids. Ed had told him when he asked him to be in the wedding and he had seen her the night before at the rehearsal dinner. It had been the first time in over a year he had seen her and she had taken his breath away, as usual.
They’d had a few tries at a relationship over the past five years, each one failing more epically than the one before. Somewhere along the line they had decided to be friends with benefits but even that had trailed off in the last year. They were growing up. Or she was, at least. Harry, at 24, would still never lose his cheeky edge or childish humor.
Taylor and Harry barely had time to talk at the rehearsal with people running all around them and correcting placements. Plus one bridesmaid had a proper meltdown in the middle of the rehearsal, which stalled the entire thing.
The wedding was outdoors on a vineyard and it was brilliantly sunny day. Athina and Ed wanted to do pictures before the ceremony because Ed had announced they wanted to be trashed the second after they said “I Do”, not taking pictures. For being such a romantic writer, Ed really did appreciate a good time being drunk.
They had planned pictures in a field near where the wedding would be. The groomsmen were already there with Ed just waiting for Athina and the bridesmaids. Athina led the group of girls across the grass and while it seemed like all eyes were trained on the bride, Harry couldn’t take his eyes off Taylor. She was in a strapless floor length gown in a deep purple wearing a headband made of delicate daisies. Harry was sure Athina and the other girls were breathtaking as well but he couldn’t stop staring at Taylor. As Athina embraced Ed, Taylor came to stand by Harry. Regardless of their past they would always be friends and always gravitate towards each other in a group.
“Pick your jaw up off the ground, Styles,” she said rolling her eyes.
“I don’t remember how,” he said leaning in to kiss her cheek.
Taylor thought Harry looked good himself, dressed in a black button down, his chest tattoos still showing where he hadn’t fastened the buttons.
Suddenly the photographer was talking loudly, telling them to group all together in couples. Taylor automatically moved closer to Harry before Ed yelled at them to separate.
“None of that in my bloody wedding pictures Swift and Styles, I can see you!” he yelled, making them all laugh. The photographer dragged Harry to the other end of the picture, pairing him with a girl much shorter than Taylor who, Harry couldn’t help but notice, could hardly contain her boobs in her strapless dress.
