The Antidote [A Short Story]

Chapter 2.

disclaimer : smut.

songs : love on the brain - rihanna x dance for you - beyonce x she - harry styles.

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The Wedding is boring.

Not in the typical sense. It is boisterous, active and the families are totally amazing people but Mona and Harry feel largely out of place. It's an outdoor wedding at the end of the year - how wrong can it be?

The groom was clearly in the mood to show off his new cottage right outside London instead of focusing on making sure the guests have a good time.

After ingesting a large amount of drinks, Mona finally gets an excuse to leave the dull table and touch up on her makeup. Harry doesn't wait before picking up her coat and rushing behind her.

They quietly walk into the cottage as they search for the bathroom and she pauses with a confused expression on her face.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she blinks.

"Not sure, I actually thought that was our cue to leave this place," he nervously says.

"Well, now that you mention it. It might be a wise time to slip out without anyone noticing us," she chuckles.

"Not what you were expecting?" he raises an eyebrow.

"You can say that idea," Mona bites down her lip.

"So, what were you expecting?" Harry is curious.

"I'm not sure but it wasn't this," she hums.

"At least you have the perfect plus one to make it bearable," he teases.

"You're not smooth, Styles." She smiles.

"That's a hot fat lie," he rolls his eyes.

Mona picks up her steps as they casually stroll through the cottage foyer and right into the strangely wide hallway. In the middle of the dusty cream walls of the hallway holds a heavy golden framed vintage ceiling to floor mirror that catches her eyes. Mona smiles as she elegantly makes her way to stand before the mirror and Harry smirks at how much fun she's about to have.

His eyes admire the simple but gorgeous wedding guest look she's effortlessly pulling off. Her thick curls are pulled into a sleek ponytail and her body wears an aqua blue dress that fits like a glove. The straps are embellished with jewels and it kisses her caramel skin.

"Interested?" she snaps a finger across his face.

"Huh?" he licks his bottom lip, coming back to the room.

"I asked if you're interested in taking mirror shots," Mona answers, getting out her phone.

"Have your fun, let me not ruin it," he clears his throat.

"Oh right, Harry Superstar Styles doesn't like taking pictures with commoners," she snorts.

Harry frowns, feeling slightly stung and not sure why.

"Hey, don't say that," he says.

"What? You take lots of pictures with your tour buddies and all, let's not ruin that aesthetic, yeah?" She focuses on taking her pictures.

"What aesthetic?" his voice goes low.

"I don't know mate, I already owe you an apology for today," Mona doesn't look his way as she speaks and starts taking some pictures.

"For?"

"Dragging you to this dead wedding,"

Harry swallows thickly and adjusts his white suit.