Harry Styles And Louis Tomlinson Wedding Mga Nobela at Kwento

Harry took Roland's phone and before they could say 'cheese' “Bingo!” Harry exclaimed. “I found him!” ***** The hall was decorated to its finest taste. Flowers hung from every corner of the room and the seats were filled to the brim with people Carson had invited to the wedding. He stood there, his smile not leaving his face as he watched Annabel march forward with Olivia in front of her. When she got to the altar, they faced each other. Annabel's tears were falling nonstop and what she kept praying was for Roland to come to her aid.

The only time he humbled himself was for Summer Hope. It was said that Harry had fallen in love at first sight with Summer and had ardently pursued her. Even when she was imprisoned, he remained undeterred. However, Summer was suddenly sent to a psychiatric hospital a month before their scheduled wedding. Harry's attitude was indifferent. He even married Summer's half-sister, Joyce, three months later. "Looks like a storm is brewing in Lanford," Weston whispered to himself. "Love" could be the most hurtful thing in the world. Therefore, Weston would rather not fall in love with anyone. That way, no one could hurt him!

Henry withdrew his gaze and turned around to leave the lounge. The moment he walked out of the lounge, the smile on his lips disappeared completely, replaced by a cold sneer. He was going to settle this once and for all! ... The wedding hall was buzzing with life since many relatives and friends were invited to the wedding. Most of the guests had already taken their seats and were chatting happily among themselves. All in all, the hall was rather lively. Harry also brought Shirley to attend the wedding in hopes it would cheer her up. "Once I settle my work, I'll take you out to relax." Harry turned to Shirley.

Angela had also been invited. The speeches were quick and they were soon called up to cut the cake. This cake had an extra tier and then Nocturne’s eyes zeroed in on the figures on top of the cake. The one on the left had gray hair and was wearing the outfit he had been wearing when he first met Leo. The second figure was clearly Leo with waves of blond hair. He nudged Leo and pointed his head towards the figures. His new husband grinned at the sight. “I really hope Atlas didn’t exhaust his powers by adding small details to our wedding like this,” Leo whispered when they returned to their table at the front of the hall.

"Thanks, Harry. Thank God for you." He pushed her away gently, feeling a little ill at ease. "It's fine as long as you're okay." It was already time for lunch after everything that had happened, so Ivory dragged him to a popular pastry shop she'd been eyeing for a while. Harold checked the time. There were four hours to the wedding—he had more than enough time. Ivory only wanted to eat at the pastry shop for the sake of the photos. She kept adjusting the plates for the perfect angle.

Even the dress was hidden in a vault at Harry’s private estate — he wanted no chances of a leak. Not this time. Not with Soren still lurking in the shadows. But today? I wasn’t thinking about him. Today, I was letting myself glow. Harry I hated tux fittings. But I loved the way Mia bit her lip when she saw me in one. Standing in front of the mirror, Caleb shook his head. “You’re not even pretending to listen to the tailor.” “Because she’s not here,” I muttered. I hadn’t seen Mia since yesterday — our own personal rule: no nights together the week before the wedding.

With a self-satisfied grin, Lawrence raised his glass and gulped down his drink. However, the odd looks from his friends lingered. Then, out of the blue, a phone was thrust into Lawrence's hand. "Jack just sent out wedding invites. He's tying the knot, and the lucky lady is..." The invitation was extravagant, the names of the couple emblazoned boldly. [Groom, Jack Harris. Bride, Yoana Stewart] I had set the wedding date for just two weeks away, and the lead-up was a whirlwind of activity.

By the time I got back home, it was already afternoon. When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was a bunch of photographers. Harry was wearing the suit I handpicked for him, and Joanna stood right next to him in a beautiful, pure white wedding gown. They were both good-looking, like a match made in heaven.

A way to keep me away while he cleaned up what he considered a mess. When I’d returned three months later, the news reports had been everywhere. Isabella Stone and Aaron Styles had slept together. She was pregnant. They’d gotten married—quickly, quietly, with none of the fanfare that usually accompanied a Styles family wedding. I’d felt like someone had punched a hole through my chest.

I didn't know my family so the only people I did invite were Zoe and her parents, and a few professors who had helped me over the years. When I saw Liam at the altar, waiting there for me, and our gazes locked, it felt like we were the only two people on the planet. He stood there, all 6'3" of him, and he looked absolutely charming. Like Logan, he was dressed in a white tuxedo jacket with skinny fit tuxedo pants, black shoes, and a rose in his jacket pocket and a bow-tie. The colour surely did match the wedding theme, and the contrast was absolutely lovely. His hair looked like he'd been running his fingers through them all morning and gave him that 'just fucked' look.