Harry Styles Imagines

Wedding day 3.2

-------Acceptance or Betrayal-------

I was very taken back when she pulled me in for a hug. She was hugging me. 4 years of knowing Anne and this was the first hug she had ever given me.

I hugged her back softly. I released from her hug as she stared deeply at me with the same green eyes.

"You're right. You're all right. I guess I was so blinded whenever I thought about how unstable Harry used to be and it brought back bad memories. I apologise for lashing it out on you. You're a beautiful girl and you both deserve to be happy together so I accept. I completely support the both of you." Our eyes widened as big smiles spread across our lips.

She said yes!

We finished our conversation and ran back out to the ceremony. Everyone was already seated and waiting.

"We're here!" I shouted as we made it back onto the low stage. Everyone cheered and clapped. Once they had settled down, we were all ready to get married.

"Y/N and Harry, are you ready?" The pastor asked with a little smile on his face. We both looked at each other and nodded in approval.

"Ready."

------After the wedding------

"I can't believe we're married!" Harry smiled as we both plopped onto the bed.

"I know! 4 years and now we are married." I smiled placing my head on his chest.

"Yep. So our next step is honey moon then baby." He mumbled dreamily. I paused for a minute, raising my eyebrows.

"Baby. Who the hell said anything about a baby just yet."

"What else do you think this honey moon is for." He burst out laughing. I could feel his chest vibrating which caused me to giggle a little.

"Ew Harry, shut up. Save that for the Carribean."