Chapter 3: The Dance
After a fine meal that doesn't quite fill me up, but then again posh meals never do, we all take to the beach where there's a theme park and a dancing area but most importantly; alcohol.
When we're there it feels like five minutes before our first dance begins. He softly places his hand on my hip, I place one hand on his shoulder and our hands click into place, instantly we begin to move around in small circles.
"How are you Mrs Styles" Harry's said emphasising the Styles. I don't know why but It makes me chuckle.
"Perfect what about you Mr Styles" I reply again emphasising on Styles too.
"I'm good Except..."
"Except what? What is it?!"
"Something has been bugging me"
For a moment I think he knows. My heart begins to beat faster than ever and I'm sure it's going to jump out of my chest but I have to try and hide this by simply smiling.
"What has? Is it the cream cheese? I mean I did tell you it looked out of date but you still went and ate it!" I try to joke but I know it's not enough to cover anything up.
"No" he laughs, "but why... Why did you hesitate to say I do?"
"I just... I just wanted to make sure it was right"
"So you mean you've been having second thoughts?"
Oh no... I don't no what to say I can tell he's really annoyed he had this look in his eye like he can't quite look at me.
"No, no of course not you and me we're the real deal"
"That's what I thought until... until you couldn't even look at me during our vows"
It's true everything I said during our vows made me feel even more guilty and I couldn't look him in the eye.
"I was trying to remember them that's all"
"Thought so, but you still hesitated?"
I don't think he's going to drop this and I know we will probably argue later so I just try to enjoy the now.
When it came to the end of our dance Harry and I had to practically hear the same thing over and over from every guest. By the end of the night it was just Harry, Liam, Louis, Zayn, Niall and I, as they all stayed back to help clear up. When they left it was just Harry and I.