Harry Styles At Wedding Novels & Stories

I waved at Kim and she waved back equally. I stood up from the chair and walked over to the bed to grab my phone while the others chatted excitedly. While Hannah still couldn't believe that I was getting married to Harold Williams, Joanna, and Kim started hammering on the fact that I deserve it and would fit right into it. And Jemma wouldn't stop yarning about how handsome Harold is. I understood the girls' speculations regarding our secret wedding. After all, it was not photos of me and Harold that were all over the country but that of Brittany Raymond, the famous red-haired model and a Victorian secret model with the perfect Billionaire gentleman. Every lady's dream, Harold Williams.

She kissed his cheek and returned to her seat. Ethan walked over to stand beside Harry and he took a deep breath. He rubbed his palms and realized that they were moist so he wiped them clean with the handkerchief in his jacket pocket causing Harry to snort. "What?" He frowned. "You're nervous." Harry said. "Yeah. Am I not allowed to be?" He whispered and his eyes widened when he saw Saira. "Fuck me." George chuckled under his breath. "Whipped." She was dressed in a beautiful Taffeta sweetheart neckline A-line wedding dress with belt and her hair was packed up in a loose chignon with some curly strands caressing the sides of her face. She was beyond gorgeous.

Mrs Locason said before hugging me briefly. As we broke the hug, I smiled a little and nod my head at what she just said. We all stood outside of the church in front of Raymond's car. I was told a few minutes ago that we will both be going for our honeymoon. I have no idea where we're going and I didn't bother asking. After all, my wedding was fixed without my knowledge and consent. I do not think, I can have a say in this also. All the things I will be needing are already packed in Raymond's car.

The man thought about Ridwan's words which always disturbed his mind. "I'll be home first, honey." Dion kissed Julia's forehead and then walked away. "Dion!" screamed Julia but was ignored by her boyfriend. All the way home his mind was always on the wedding that would soon be officiated. Anger and hate melted into one. But the man could only accept. All for the sake of inheritance. A car released in 2020 has been parked neatly in the courtyard of the luxury house. Dion pulled over his four-wheeled vehicle right beside Hendra's car. The man immediately entered without saying hello first. Regina's habit was ingrained in him.

The slap left a red, swollen mark on Bethany's face. "What the hell are you talking about?" Mitchell shouted. "Heather and I are so in love—there's no way she'd just run off. What did you say to her? Who do you think you are? This is my wedding with Heather! Even if she's not here, you have no right to stand in her place!" Bethany's ears rang, the world around her spinning. The slap had knocked her senses out of whack. The scene before her blurred as she staggered, falling off the nearly three-foot-high stage, her white wedding gown blooming with the crimson of blood.

He burst into laughter and held me in his arms, “Relax. We can have another 1000 wedding like this and it still won’t drain our wealth. Your husband’s that rich.” I believed that’s the truth. But still… “But is it necessary?” He grinned. “Honestly, Evelyn, if anything, Haley held back. If I was in charge, I’d have made it even grander. I want the whole world to see and memorize the moment I take you as my wife.” Unable to stop this madness, I gave up. Finally, the big day arrived. My nerves were through the roof as stylists helped me prepare, fussing over my hair and makeup. My family all surrounded me in the lounge, taking pictures, smiling, and chatting.

I would argue with him every single time, trying to convince him that a woman's femininity wasn't tied to the length of her hair. However, at that moment, I didn't make a single retort. I simply nodded at the hairstylist and said, "Do it." Travis finally realized that I was serious as he watched the hairstylist move the scissors closer to my hair. His smile faded away. "Do you have to throw a tantrum and cut your hair just because Victoria accidentally typed her own name instead of yours on the wedding invitations, Harper Ellis? Do you have some loose screws in your head?" Travis realized that his words were rather harsh when I remained silent. He softened his tone and suppressed his frustra

I pinched it on the side and it ridiculously stopped me. "Hahaha. I love tickling you, maybe it would be better if you just kiss me." I turned my back on him and covered myself with a blanket. "I don't know about you!" I promise. The next day, it was really what everyone was waiting for. The fancy wedding. The police escorted me to the church. When arriving at the church, those who attended our wedding did not dance together. You thought it was a celebrity getting married because of the crowd. Especially when I started walking towards the altar where Joseph was standing there.

"Hey, Harry! I know I blocked your other number, but that doesn’t mean I can’t reach you when I want. Make sure you attend the wedding with your darling wife. Dress code for men: black suits—you never fail to look sharp in those. As for women, maybe your wife and mom can go for navy or emerald. With love, Sasha." Harry’s grip on the phone tightened. His jaw clenched as he read the message again, his eyes narrowing at the familiar name. A slow, bitter chuckle escaped his lips. “Love, huh?” he muttered under his breath, tossing the phone onto the desk with a sharp clatter.

Haley glanced at her phone's screen before placing it back on her ear. “Hey, Harry-” “For Nelson Noah's wedding, I'd like you to wear red. I already got our invitation, hope you won't be late.” What? Haley couldn't close her mouth as the guy hung up immediately. What's wrong with him? She almost laughed, believing she'd called the wrong person. Why was Harry acting strange? Haley tried dialing his number again but the other line was busy. Shaking her head, she stopped trying. She'd rather meet Harry face to face and confirm if he hadn't hit his head somewhere.