Calamity [H.S.]

The weight of my suit feels heavier than it should, though it fits me perfectly - an elegant black three-piece, tailored to sharp lines. The vest hugs my torso above the crisp white shirt, its buttons gleaming faintly under the warm light. A silver cufflink catches the glow, a gift from my dad this morning. The tie is dark, understated, knotted neatly beneath my collar. The lads are donning their matching suits except they have bow ties instead.

"I swear to fuck, Styles, if you even think of going to the bridal suite again, I will knock you out until the reception starts," Zayn threatens, fixing me with a glare.

Louis nods in agreement, his expression serious, "You've already gone there three times. You're just going to make Wren more anxious at this rate. Do you want her to walk down the aisle having a panic attack? Is that the image you're going for?"

"She'll be fine," I grumble.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Wren and Harry have their normal lives back. Or so they hope. Because they have been several new additions. Since the tumultuous events of the foregoing year, the unfortunate losses of people, the unearthing of secrets that should have been concealed away; a new perspective open. Tragedy and new beginnings.

But the past doesn't go away. No matter how much you try to convince yourself.

Especially when it's consumed by darkness.

[MATURE READER ONLY]

Deals with highly sensitive topics:

- Foul language
- Rape, sexual abuse, human trafficking
- Drugs
- Graphic sexual scenes
- Murder, torture, kidnapping, gore
- Use of weaponry

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