Today is the wedding. The mass was really beautiful. I think I might have cried. Everyone was outside taking pictures and congratulating the newlyweds. Family were walking up to Harry and I; he introduces me as his girlfriend. I flutter every time he says it. This time it is official—we can finally be happy together. The Styles family, myself included—took a photo with the bride and groom. It's weird to be seen in a crowd of snow when you're the only person with brown skin. Of course there was black folks invited, but I felt a bit out of place. And when I didn't, it was when Harry will sneak teasing bites at my earlobe. I will slightly push him away before we caught any attention, but he wouldn't give in to it.
The reception was at the bride's husbands house. It was a huge manor out in the country. The backyard was decorated with large tents, flowers and arched balloons. We found our seats. I sat close to Harry. Everyone seemed to be talking about us or me every time I'd look around and catch them seeing us. A warm hand rubs my thigh. I didn't notice how high my dress was till now. Pulling my dress down, Harry crawls his hand up my thigh. He leans in whispering naughty words in my ear. I couldn't help but laugh and look away. When I did, my eyes met with a pair of crystal blue eyes. Her blonde hair was put perfectly into a bun. She wore a silk pastel pink dress with a faux fur shall. I knew her. She was the ex-model girlfriend of Harry.
"Harry?" Her soft accent speaks up.
I feel Harry's body tense next to mine. "It's alright," he whispers in my ear before lifting his head up.
"God, look at you. You've changed so much."
"Can't say the same about you." Harry stands up and walks towards her. She goes for a hug. Her thin arms hugging Harry's neck. He pushes away from her, and walks back to me. Offering my hand, he gets me out of my seat. "Evelyn meet Mara, my fiancé."
My eyes widen and I can hear Anne and Gemma gasp in the back. I was his girlfriend an hour ago—now suddenly I'm his fiancé with no ring.
"F-Fiancé?" Evelyn says. Her whole demeanor changing. "Wow, um congratulations."
Evelyn leaves looking back at me, and giving me that bitchy look. Harry stands in front of me. I cross my hands against my chest and tap my foot on the grass. "F-Fiancé?" I sat stunned. "You trying make your ex jealous." Harry chuckled before taking off one of the rings he was wearing. It was the one that had imprinted teddy bears on them. He'd always play around with it. He takes my hand. Harry kisses my palm, knuckles, and the top of my hand. Before slipping in his ring in my middle finger—it was too big for my ring one.
"It's not official, but as of now I am sure that I want spend the rest of my life with you." Anne and Gemma awe in the background. I look away hiding my red face. Harry pinches my chin and makes me look up at him. His green eyes look at me with sincerity and love. A soft ocean green. My heart flutters instead of tightening—he was my cure to any attack.
Slow dance music starts to play. "May I have this dance?" He asks me. I had no choice. I nod, biting my lip. He leads me to the center of the dance floor. His hand finds the low of my back and closes the space between us. One of my hands on his shoulder and the other intertwined with his other hand. The song When I Fall In Love starts to play. Harry leads me across the dance floor; I don't look at my feet. My head rests on Harry's shoulder. Harry sings parts of the song into my ear; his hands now wrapped around my waist, and mine snaked around his neck. It was only us. I felt it like that. Like when Lizzie and Mr. Darcy dance and the people disappear and it's only them. That was the moment. In our own little world that only existed us and our love. Our love that's blooming for the first time in months.
For the rest of the night, Harry stays close by my side. He never wants to leave me alone and I'm alright with that. As long as he respects time when I do need my space from him. We dance more with Gemma and her boyfriend. When it was time for the bride to throw her bouquet of flowers; everyone was going insane. I staid with Harry at the table. I looked down at the ring and spun it around my finger. The cool metal brushing against my skin. When the women shout and I turn to see who got it—Evelyn did. She looked at my direction, a nasty smirk played on her lips. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to Harry. My heart gripping tight in my chest. Although, I know Harry is mine—there's this feeling that I have that he still likes her. I don't want to think he's going to leave me for someone who's prettier than me. I don't want to go through that heartbreak again. I won't bring myself to love anyone anymore.
Harry notices it. "Baby, what's wrong?" He whispers into my ear. "Are you tired?" Harry coos. I nod, not wanting to speak. He kisses the side of my head before standing up. Harry says goodbye to his family and so do I—I followed behind him. His hand protectively wrapped around my waist. We say goodbye to his aunts and the newlyweds. I'm glad he didn't decide to say goodbye to her. Luckily, we drove in Harry's car.
On the way back home, I laid across the backseat. A blanket covering me up cause I was freezing. Harry turned on the heater at low. "We're going back to the cabin," he says. My teeth chatter. "T-That's great," I whispered. I missed the cabin—it felt so great and private. I rubbed my hands together and blew in them. Maybe I should tell Harry to turn up the heater. Why was I feeling so cold all of a sudden? It's summer. By the time we get there, I sit up quickly, and my stomach twists. I cover my mouth, avoiding anything that will come out. Was it the food? Or climate change? My twists and turns. God, I think I'm going to puke. I hold it in as we walk up the path to the door. Once Harry opens it, I run past him toward the bathroom.
I puke everything I ate from today. "Babe? My Mara are you alright?" Harry whispered from behind me. I shook my head, puked everything that was left from me. Harry rubs my back and and I lean back on the wall. I wipe what's left from my mouth on a washcloth. I see one of my pads peeking out from the cupboard under the sink. "Harry?" I croaked. "How long has it been since we had sex?" He taps his chin and mouthed out the days. "Um, a week ago. Why baby?" I swallowed all my life and looked up at him with watery eyes. "I think I'm late."
Harry left to the nearest pharmacy that was open. He left me with a cup of chamomile tea. I stared at it. I haven't even drank from it. My mind ran around crazy with thoughts of me, possibly being pregnant. I lifted my shirt and placed my hand on top of it. Massaging it and imagining a baby growing inside me. What will dad think? How am I going to tell him? Or Dr. Octavia and Jade. And Louis, Niall, and oh god, Zayn. If I am pregnant, how will Harry's family react. What about Harry? Will he still love me? Will he ask me to abort the baby? Or send it for adoption? What am I going to do?
The door opens and closes again. Harry runs to the living with a paper bag in his hand. "I took about five different ones." He says taking a seat next to me. I stare at the paper bag that's in his hands, my eyes wandering up at him. "Harry, I'm scared. What if—" He cuts me off by placing a finger on my lips. "We'll work it out if its true," he whispers. "We'll go through this together. I'm never going to leave you or the our new baby." Harry places a hand above mine, and rubs it. A small smile lifted his lips. I take a deep breath and take the paper bag from him.
I spent an hour in the bathroom. Drinking orange juice and water and tea—easier ways to make me pee faster. The five pregnancy tests laid across the sink in the bathroom. I'm pacing back and forth, and muttered some kind of prayer to myself. I wasn't praying to be pregnant or not. I was praying so I can handle this what ever the answer is. Just when I waited thirty minutes all together—I checked them. My hands shake when I take each pregnancy rest in my hands. When I walk out and meet Harry in the living room; I lean against the frame of the wall. Harry looks up and rushes toward me. His hands covering mine. "So?" He asks anxiously. My shaking hands cup the side of his face; bringing it closer to mine. I took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant," the words I didn't want to believe they were real came out. In the bathroom, still on top of the sink 4/5 of the pregnancy tests showed a little pink plus.
OMG! Baby Styles?
Cause it could be a false alarm. Who knows?
The fic is coming to an end, it's right around the corner.