Harry Styles At Wedding Novels & Stories

Harry's unannounced visit was the perfect test for this. Harry was now in front of Summer, appearing dazed. It was like a dream, looking at Summer in a wedding gown and beautiful makeup. Harry had always dreamed of seeing Summer in a wedding dress, becoming his bride. It had never happened, and when it finally did, she was wearing it for a wedding in a cemetery. "What are you doing? Why are you here in a wedding dress?" Harry questioned, glancing at the ring in her hand. "And what's this ring for?"

Usually disliking makeup, today he was uncharacteristically patient, letting the makeup artist style his hair. Hari Hartley, as the best man, asked the makeup artist to style him too. Lucas gave him a cold look, "When will you stop this nonsense?" Hari was not pleased, "What nonsense? Such a grand wedding with so many guests. You can dress up, but I should just be a casual sidekick?" Lucas, in a good mood today, didn't bother arguing with him. He closed his eyes and leaned slightly against the chair, letting the makeup artist work on him.

America leeched onto Harry's chest closer, “Thank you. Thank you for always keeping me sane.” In a span of days, Harry and Merry were back two days before their wedding day and they were both too excited for it. Everyone from Harry’s immediate family had flew all the way to North Carolina for the big day to show support even Elvis. Frank made sure that the media won’t suspect a thing or two about the wedding since everyone wanted to have a solemn day since they already know about the engagement due to Harry’s little stunt in the beach. Two days before the wedding ceremony, Merry and her friends were having a simple gathering in her home before she’ll get married. She didn’t want a huge party

Sarah pointed out. And I knew she was right. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t know how this was going to turn out. I was just hoping for the best. But I did know that I needed to prepare for the worst as well. “Wait, wait, wait. She invited Thomas Abrams to the wedding?” Harry spoke up. “Oh man, why do I need to come up with wedding crashing threats when the bride itself is hell bent on making this wedding into a full-blown circus?”

I hated it when I saw her cry that made me came back to my senses. “I’m fine. I promise.” I hold her hand tight. She nodded but still not fully convince. My friends are looking at us--at me. Why wouldn’t they? They want something to talk to and apparently I’m a hot topic right now. I don’t even know why I can them friends, I guess I was just being modest or nice like I have always been. I look away and look front where Harry is, greeting his guest and talking to some of the reporters. His wedding will surely be a talk of the town, he’s a known actor after all and is marrying a co-actress, they match--they are perfect for each other.

I am happier for this wedding than the one I had with Audrey. When I was done and ready, I stared at myself in front of the whole body mirror. I wore an all black three-piece suit with thin white lines on the collars paired with a black shiny leather shoes. I loved my suit, Rose picked it for me that's why. My long curly hair was hanging loose over my shoulders and the top part of it was pushed back. The hairdresser was giving me the finishing touches for my hair and I've been wanting to see how my bride looks like right now.

Half a month later, Harry's wedding took place at the most luxurious resort in our hometown. The extravagance was staggering. The wedding procession was all Rolls-Royces, and the bride's gown, custom-made in Yiferia, was reportedly worth a million dollars. Some "well-meaning" relatives kept sending me the wedding photos and videos. "Vivian, look how magnificent Harry is. Your parents must be so proud." "Vivian, why didn't you attend the wedding? The whole family is here—you're the only one missing."

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.

The groom's expression, however, was anything but pleased. Lorenzo became even more infuriated when he found out the church he had booked was hosting a wedding. His baskets of roses had been pushed into a corner to make room for lilies. "What's going on?" he snapped, grabbing one of the church staff, his face dark. "I paid for exclusive use of this place for the entire day!" Just then, the wedding ceremony ended. The church doors swung open, and cheers spilled out. The groom looked familiar. He was the Don of the Argento family from Southern Darvent, Dominic. The possessive way he gazed at his bride left no doubt about his feelings.

Sure. On the day of the wedding, Kelsey had her exclusive custom gown on and her look done by a celebrity makeup artist before we headed to the venue. The moment we stepped out of the car, we ran straight into Gemma and her husband Brendan Ray. I froze when I saw the two of them standing there without a trace of makeup or styling. "Gemma, did you show up to your own wedding in your pajamas?" Both of them froze. Kelsey burst out laughing. "Gemma, that is a bold bridal look you have got going."