Dark Horse

Harry Styles, a well-known flirt, was a popular guy in school. He simply charmed his way through all four years and was never seen without a girl under his arm. Every girl would swoon at the sight of him, all but one. Stella was the new girl with a secret no one knew about. She was beautiful and made every girl envious of her. Every guy wanted to be with her, but she wasn't interested in any of them. It was only when his green eyes met her blue ones. Harry had fallen for her, but she would only push him away and he'd continue to be persistent. Yet, what he didn't know about were the secrets that lie behind closed doors.


22. Epilogue

September 27th. Today was the day of our wedding day. Harry and I had agreed to push the wedding date back a year. “You two getting married, it’s the best day ever!” April gushed as I rolled my eyes.

I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my veil. “Harry is one lucky man. He’s definitely getting some tonight.” Perrie teased as I rolled my eyes. We were all in a suite at the hotel in New York. Harry and I had planned to get married at Central Park.

I enjoyed the scenery from the years I’ve lived in New York and getting married there would seem surreal. The reception was going to be out on the park as well in a tent. “I’m proud of you honey.” My mom smiled as she gave me a hug.

I wish my dad was here to see me get married. I wish he was here to walk me down the aisle. “Your dad would’ve been so proud of you.” She pulled away and placed her hands on my shoulders. Yes, he would’ve been proud to see his only daughter get married.

“You girls ready?” Taylor had popped in to check up on us. Taylor Hendricks was my mom’s current boyfriend whom she met while at work. I had met Taylor at the Christmas party my mom had so casually, but forcibly invited me to.

Taylor was a real sweet guy. He reminded me a lot of my dad. He was tall, blond hair, and hazel eyed. He was funny and yet took my mom out on the most wonderful dates, better than my dates with Harry. Unfortunately.

“Yeah, just about.” I smiled. The girls and I exited the room, then entered the elevator. Perrie, Jade, Eleanor, and Lauren were my bridesmaids while April was my maid of honor. Jessy and Leigh-Ann were invited to the wedding as guests.

We were all able to squeeze into the van, despite my voluminous wedding dress. All of us arrived at the park and got out. The guys had probably arrived before we did. The wedding didn’t start for another hour. I was suddenly getting nervous and impatient.

I really wanted to get the wedding over with and run away with Harry. “Feeling the jitters already?” Perrie asked me as I nodded.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you see Harry at the end of the aisle.” April smiled. At first I didn’t want to believe her, but April was mostly right. I trusted her word and just nodded. The hour had felt much longer because I found myself constantly asking Taylor what the time was.

I had told my mom and Taylor that I preferred to walk down the aisle, alone. They respected my decision as they had left to go to their seats. The music began playing once the hour was up. “See you at the end.” Jade smiled.

The flower girl and the ring bearer were the first to go down the aisle, followed by the bridesmaids and the groomsmen. April shortly followed after and finally, it was my turn.

"Do you Barbie take Ken - to be your awfully wedded wife - to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for rich or for poor, till death do yous part?" Six year-old Stella held the Barbie doll in her hands, along with Ken. "Lawfully, honey." Her mother corrected. "I do!" Stella spoke in a girly-pitched voice. She hushed her mom and her dad let out a light chuckle. "Do you Ken take Barbie to be your lawfully… blah blah blah?" She asked.

"I do." She did her best to imitate a boys voice. After the short exchanging of the rings, Stella announced, "You may now kiss the bride!" Ken and Barbie leaned in for a kiss. "Did they live happily ever after Princess?" Her dad asked.

"Of course, every Princess wishes for a happy ending." Stella smiled up at her father. She had resembled both her parents. For a young girl at the age of six, she had dreamed for larger things than most of the other children. "I want to get married someday." she said.

"You will honey. You will find that one man who'll make your world a whole lot brighter." Her mom smiled, ruffling her daughter's hair. Stella smiled up at her parents and asked, "Daddy, will you be there to walk me down the aisle?"

The thought made me cry. "Princess, why are you crying?" A voice was called out behind me. It was during the start of the song and I hadn't made my way down the aisle. I turned around and saw the familiar blue eyes. "Daddy!" I ran and hugged him.

His arms wrapped tightly around me and I was about to ask, but he whispered in my ear to tell me that I had to walk down the aisle. "I made that promise sweetheart, and I intended to keep it." He smiled. My dad and I were very much alike when it came to keeping promises.

I linked my arms with him and began to walk down the aisle. I'm quite sure that my mom will be surprised. I just wondered how he knew about the wedding. As I walked down the aisle with my dad, I saw Harry standing with his hands folded in front of him. April was right. All the jitters had been washed away when I saw Harry.

We reached the end of the aisle when my dad and Harry shook hands. I caught my dad whisper something in Harry's ear, but I shrugged it off. My dad gave me a kiss on the cheek and resumed to sit in his seat. I cautiously eyed Harry whose eyes just gleamed at me like the time at my birthday.

Everyone was seated in their seats as I handed the bouquet to April. Harry and I took each other's hands, then the minister began to speak. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to day to celebrate - in Holy Matrimony - the joining of…" The minister went on about his long speech. I was hardly paying any attention to him because I was too busy admiring Harry.

"Do you Harold Edward Styles take Stella Anne Taylor - to be your lawfully wedded wife - to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for rich or for poor, till death do you part?" The minister asked Harry.

Harry's eyes shone the brightest of green and smiled, "I do." The minister asked me the same question and I couldn't help but grin. "I do." I immediately said after he finished asking the question.

The minister asked for the rings. The ring bearer came up and we each took one ring. After exchanging the rings, the minister had said the last of the words and announced, "You may now kiss the bride."

Harry leaned in and kissed my lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Once we pulled away, the music began and I was handed my bouquet. Harry and I intertwined hands, then walked down the aisle.

There was still time for us to talk to some of the guests before the reception. I noticed that my mom was talking to my dad. I walked up to them, hearing their argument. "You shouldn't have come Mark." My mom said.

"I promised our daughter that I'd be there to walk her down the aisle. I wouldn't intend to break that promise." I've seen my parents argue multiple times growing up before the split. Those arguments were bad, but on my wedding.

"Can you two not fight for once?!" I interrupted their argument. They both stopped and looked at me. There were tears in my eyes and there was nothing anyone could do about it. "I love you both and yeah, you two don't like being in the same area as each other, but can't you two just get along at your daughter's wedding?

"You can fight somewhere else, but not here. Not today. Not MY day. I'm tired and fed up with your petty arguments over nothing. Yeah, mom slept with your best friend, but that was in the past dad. It doesn't matter now.

"What matters is me." I was being pretty selfish, but it was the truth. I wanted the attention to be focused on my wedding. "You two don't have to sit together, but can't you both just be happy?"

"We are hap-"

I pulled away from my mom's reach and shook my head, then walked away. I began to wipe my tears away as I approached the tent. Harry stood outside with his hands in his pockets while all the guests were inside. "Hey, what's-"

"Let's talk about it later." I interrupted. He nodded and I walked inside the tent as he followed me in. "You okay Stel?" Liam asked as he walked up to me. I looked at him and shook my head. He reached out and gave me a hug.

I felt bad that I interrupted Harry and hugged Liam instead. I could feel Harry's eyes watching us because of the burning sensation on my back. "Here, this will help." Niall held out a glass of champagne towards my direction.

"Trying to get me drunk?" I asked with a light chuckle.

Niall shrugged and said, "If it'll get you to stop being a downer on your wedding, then yes." I happily took the glass from him and took a sip. Alcohol did make me feel a bit better. Harry approached me again and asked to talk outside.

I knew what he wanted to talk about. I gave my glass back to Niall and walked with Harry outside. "You've gotta tell me what's wrong Stel." Harry said.

"My parents can never be in the same room as each other. They just- they're always fighting and I don't want to be them Harry. I don't want our kids to grow up in a house like mine." Harry reached up and caressed my cheek, gently.

He knew how to make me feel better, much more better than the way alcohol did. "They won't Stel, and I'm going to make sure of that. I love you and if we fight, we're going to work it out. I don't think I'd find anyone better to love than you Stella."

I leaned in and kissed his lips. "Thank you Harry."

"Now, let's go back inside and enjoy the rest of this reception." He had playful eyes and his lips curled into a small smirk. I knew what his intentions were for me later that evening, after the reception. I took his hand and allowed for him to lead me back into the tent.

Later that evening, Harry and I were lying in bed beside each other in our hotel room. This was the first night that we'd share as husband and wife. I was just glad to have Harry beside me. "Harry," I paused.

"Yes, love?" He asked, looking down at me. I was never going to get used to that. I could feel the butterflies flutter in my stomach. "You were so intent on keeping your promise. I mean, that day we were talking on the beach when-"

"I know. I wasn't going to break that promise Stel. Even if we weren't going to be together, I was going to find my way back to you. I was going to make you mine, no matter what the circumstances were. I was going to try.

Even if you moved on to someone else, I wasn't going to give up." He looked into my eyes and there I saw it. I knew that all his secrets had been spilled before me. "I also- I promised your dad something." He swallowed and looked away for a moment.

"What's that?" I asked.

"I promised to him that I would never leave you the way he left your mom. He would want his daughter to be happy."

"I've always known my dad was looking out for me, somehow." I said quietly, but I knew he had heard me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close. I felt his head resting atop mine and I snuggled into the crook of his neck. "I feel like he sent you Harry."

"Why's that?" Our voices were the same tone of quiet. I looked up at him and smiled, "You remind me of my dad. Besides the hair, the eyes, and the smile, I'm happier with you. When I was younger, I didn't have very many friends in the town that I lived in.

"My dad was my best friend and when he left us, I felt alone. My mom and I would move from place to place, but nothing felt like home. I thought San Francisco was going to be the city. We lived there for three years until well, you know.

"Then Los Angeles. I knew for sure that we were going to stay. When I met you, I knew you were different. I didn't really believe the things the other students were saying about you. You've brought me to tears a bunch of times, you've gotten me angry at you, and yet, you've always cheered me up.

"You'd cheer me up the way my dad would. I remember watching princess movies with my dad, which is why he calls me 'princess' and I've dreamed of a happy ever after like those princesses. After I grew up and my dad left us, I thought that was it.

"No happy ending. No more being called princess. When I'm with you, everything just feels like a fairytale." I told him.

"Can I have the honor of being your prince?" He asked with a smirk.

"No." I smirked and he pretended to look wounded. "You have the honor of being just Harry."

"I will not succumb to being called Harry." He began to tickle me as I let out a squeal and began laughing. "You will make me your king and you shall be my queen. If you disobey, you will suffer the consequences."

He suddenly had me pinned to the bed, hovering over me. "What consequences?"

"No sex…"


"For a year." He smirked.

"A year?!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, a year."

"That's too long."

"Then make me your king and we'll rule the kingdom of Beverly Hills together." I rolled my eyes and chuckled lightly in amusement. "Kingdom of Beverly Hills?"

"Like you can come up with a better name." He plopped down right next to me, like he had won this round. "Sir Harry,"

"Yes my queen?"

"I love you." I smiled up at him and snuggled close towards his body. He wrapped his arms around me again and kissed the top of my head. "I love you too."

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