"Good girls do what their daddy says my pretty Lolita",he said tugging on my underwear.
"But that's not even my name Harry"


19. The Wedding

Lolita is at 

*forwarding to the day of the wedding*


Olivia P.O.V. 

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. All of the groomsmen are late for some reason and my makeup artist hasn't arrived yet. I've texted everyone trying to get them to get here but no one has responded. And unless someone is dying they should all be here by now. The wedding starts in 30 minutes and if I didn't have a groom then I would have marry some good looking man in the crowd. 

I'm about to call the stylist again when she finally walks through the door with her suitcase. 

"Where the hell have you been?" I yell at her.

"Traffic was a bitch." she sneers

"Just do my makeup okay?" I tell her.

She gives me a fake smile but starts setting up the products. I sit in the chair and soon my mom walks in with Gemma. 

"How's my baby girl?" she smiles. 

I flinch a little knowing that's what Harry calls me. 

"Well I'm trying not to be a bridezilla," I laugh.

"Relax, and Harry said they should be here in five minutes," Gemma says, sitting in her chair.

I take a breath and close my eyes as the woman does my makeup then theirs.

"Twenty minutes till it starts," the priest sticks his head in the room.

"Alright thank you." I tell him.

He nods and leaves.

"I can't believe my baby girl is getting married," my mom cries.

I wrap my arms around her and kiss her cheek.

"Mom don't ruin your makeup," I laugh.

She cracks a smile and gives me a bear hug.

"So Gemma, where's Anne?" I ask her, smiling.

She sighs and plays with her fingers.

"Harry and my mom haven't always gotten along, but she said she might come," She says giving a half smile.


Pay attention to this moment because Anne will pay an important part in the future of their marriage :) 

"Well, we better go get ready." I tell them.

They follow me out and get with their groomsmen. 

"What took you all so long? And where's Harry?" I yell at both of them.

"Louis was hungry and Harry is in the bathroom," Liam tells me. 

"Well it's about to start so everyone in their place in line." Gemma barks.

I make my way back to the bride's room and look in the mirror. I am going to get married today. I am going to become Mrs. Harry Styles. There is no turning back now. I take one last breath and make my way back to the hallway. The music starts and the bridesmaids and groomsmen make their way in. 

Soon, my dad makes his way down the other hallway and we link our arms together. 

"You ready baby girl?" he asks me, holding in tears.

I feel tears trying to leak but I hold them in.

"Yes I am." I nod.

He gives me one of his dad smiles and we make our way down the aisle. I didn't see Anne in the crowd. I really hoped she would show. Harry's dad wasn't here either, only Gemma. He told me it's nothing, but it hurts knowing they don't claim him that much. 

I reach the alter and Harry has his hand out ready to take mine but my dad won't let go. 

"Dad please." I whisper to him, pulling my hand away. Or trying to at least.

"I just don't want him to take you, Livy," He cries softly. 

"He'll take care of me Dad." I tell him, hugging his arm.

He bites his lip but lets me go. I take Harry's hand and get on the alter. He looks handsome in his suit, his dark curls hanging down on his shoulders. His green eyes seemed to shine more now. 

*I don't know the whole wedding thing so I'm skipping to the I do's :)*

"Do you Harry Edward Styles take Olivia Diana Knight to be your wife, through sickness and health, through rich and poor?" the priest asks him.

"I do." he smiles.

"And do you Olivia Diana Knight take Harry Edward  Styles to be your husband through sickness and health, through rich and poor?" he asks me.

"I do." I smile at Harry.

"With the power invested in me, I now declare you Mr. and Mrs. Styles"

The crowd gets up and cheers, throwing flowers. 

"Well?" He smirks, pulling me closer. 

"Just kiss me," I laugh. 


The next part will have a very interesting person coming in....

HINT: he has tattoos

Now let me know who you think it is in the comments. The person who gets it right will get a shout :)

Love you all!

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