Tap that star like it's Harry's ass.

The sound of chit chatting around me wakes me up from my peaceful slumber. Groggily, I sit up and look over at the door where Selvia stands with an unknown woman, both of them are engaged in a heated conversation about something, not noticing my presence.

I rub my eyes tiredly and decide to get back to sleep when Selvia's head snaps in my direction and a loud gasp escapes her lips. In confusion, I sit up more attentively, wondering what's wrong.

"Oh, God!" Selvia exclaims, placing a hand on her chest as she walks towards me. Her face twists into a frown and she gives me a look full of disappointed. "Laura, are you kidding me? You're still in bed?"

My lips part in confusion wondering why it's a surprise for her to see me in the bed early in the morning before the realization of how important this day is dawns on me.

With wide eyes, I throw off the comforter and quickly shuffle to get out of bed.

"Are you kidding me? You forgot today is your wedding?" Selvia scolds me, crossing her arms over her chest as she watches me hurrying towards the washroom to take a shower.

"I was up till late last night, I don't know I was very tired." I exclaim, grabbing my bath robe, I enter the washroom, almost slipping on the floor in the midst of taking off my pyjamas. "Shit, God!"

"Being tired doesn't mean you forget about he most important day of your life! Now, you do not have long, lady. Get out of there in ten minutes, there's so much to do!" I hear Selvia yell from outside the door and I nod to myself. 

Ten minutes. I mumble to myself as I lather my body with scented gel, thanking God that I had gotten my body waxed yesterday. 

"Hey! Have you checked on Sarah, Selv?" I shout over the running water, quickly washing away the suds before grabbing the bottle of shampoo and squeezing a generous amount onto my palm.

"Yes, she's with Louis. Nothing for you to worry about." Selvia tells me and a smile takes over my lips at the mention of Louis' name, happy that he was able to make it to my wedding.

Last time we talked on phone, our call  had ended with yelling from both sides. Louis yelling at me for not telling him about the wedding earlier and me telling him that the plan to get married early was very sudden. 

When I get out of the bathroom, the first thing I notice is the gorgeous white dress in Selvia's hands.

"This is so perfect." Selvia exclaims as I walk closer to her, eyes still on my beautiful dress.

My hand shakes as I touch the delicate fibre, biting my lip I look over a Selvia whose smiling widely. My bottom lip wobbles a little and tears blur my vision as I continue staring at my dress. 

"I...I thought they won't be able to get it done in four days." My voice comes out choked and I gulp loudly, a small smile appearing on my lips at the thought of wearing the gorgeous dress. "I think I'm in love with it."

"So am I, babe." Selvia mutters lowly, grabbing my hand, she gives it a tight squeeze and I nod my head at her, a small breathless laugh escaping my mouth.

Then our emotional episode ends and Selvia rather drags me towards the dressing table. The woman who had came into my room along with Selvia, gets started to dry my hair with the blow drier. 

According to Selvia, the woman with purple hair is one of the top hair and makeup artists in the world and it took a lot of sources and money to bring her here without an appointment.

"Okay, here's the thing. We are going to change your look completely for the wedding. I would suggest you to leave it all to me but if you've decided on any specific look, let me know." The makeup artist whose name I've learned is Gigi ask and I just stare at her through the mirror like a dumb ass.

When it dawns on her that I have nothing to say she just sighs and shakes her head, smiling gently she says, "I know you're nervous, babe. I promise you're going to look stunning."

I smile at her kind words and nod my head, taking in a deep breath, I close my eyes and let her Gigi do her magic on me.

Minutes later a knock sounds on the door and for a minute Selvia stops fretting over the fact that we're going to be late and goes over to open the door.

"Woah, dude. You're not allowed here." I hear Selvia say, not amusement in her voice, just pure annoyance.

Popping an eye open, I try to see who is this brave person messing with an anxious Selvia. 

"I'll just peek in once, I promise. Then, I'll be gone." The other person says and instantly a smile appears on my face, recognizing the voice as Harry's. My heart starts beating a little louder and I feel tingly all over.

"Niall, you we're responsible to keep this impatient bitch away. If he doesn't leave already, we're over." Selvia exclaims and I mentally roll my eyes at her empty threat. God knows how much this woman loves Niall, she'll prefer dying over being without him for sure.

"What kind of sister are you?" I hear Harry say, trying to sound angry but I can sense the trace of amusement in his words.

"I'm from the bride's side today so you can just fuck off." Selvia states proudly before the door bangs loudly, making me wince, guess she finally succeeded in keeping the groom out.

"Men, I tell you. The most impatient creature of God." I hear Gigi mumble and just chuckle lightly, letting her work on my eye makeup.

Selvia and Gigi refuse to let me see the mirror before I put my dress on and so, I stand with my back to the mirror while Selvia zips up the dress.

"You gorgeous thing." Selvia mutter as she comes to stand in front of me, taking me in from head to toe. Taking in a deep breath she turn me around to face the mirror, a big smile present on her lips.

My lips part in astonishment as I take myself in. For the first time in so long, I actually feel beautiful. My makeup is so well blended, it seems like it's barely there. Due to the use of bronzer and highlighter, my cheek look hollowed and cheekbones have become more prominent. The black eyeshadow compliments my eye colour, making them stand out and my lips are painted in a nude shade, over all balancing the makeup.

"You look wonderful." Gigi exclaims, placing a hand on my back as she smiles at me through the mirror.

With teary eyes, I turn towards her and take both her hands in mine. "Thank you so much." I tell her and she nods her head at me, still smiling. "Attend the wedding too, please. It would be a great pleasure, Gigi."

Gigi hesitates a little at my request but then she nods her head saying, "Okay."

A small knock sounds on the door and Selvia groans while I giggle, turning to face the door as she walks over to open the door.

At first she only opens a door enough to see whose there before opening it wide enough. Louis walks in with Sarah in her hands and I immediately rush towards them.

"Okay, she's your responsibility now. I have to get ready. Make sure that shit head Harry stays away." Selvia mutters making us all laugh a little and Louis nods his head

Once she's gone, Louis' eyes look me up and down before looking straight into my eyes, a huge grin spreading on his lips as he places Sarah on the floor and envelops me in a warm, gentle hug.

Moments later when we separate, Louis keeps his hands on my shoulders, his eyes taking me in once again before he laughs through his nose.

"Look at you. Definitely the prettiest girl I've ever seen." He says, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes momentarily. When he opens them, there are tears floating in them. "There's one thing missing though."

He whispers before one of his hand goes to the pocket of his coat in an attempt to fish something out. 

I gasp when he produces a small tiara from his pocket, giving it one look, Louis motions for me to take it and I just stand there frozen, unable to move. Too much, that's just too much.

"It was my mom's. Now, it's yours." He whispers, kissing my forehead affectionately as he hands the tiara to Gigi instead who gushes over how beautiful it is before placing it on my head and adjusting my here.

"Louis." I squeak, my own tears threaten to spill at the sight of his but he shakes his head, laughing again.

"Don't cry, girl. You'll ruin your makeup and your man hasn't even seen you yet." 

"Uncle Louis, mommy look like a princess." Sarah exclaims, tugging on Louis pants and he chuckles, picking her up and pecking her cheek.

"The most beautiful princess indeed." Louis mutters, taking my hand and squeezing it. "Ready?"

Breathing in deeply I nod my head and we walk out of the room together, hand in hand. 

On the way to the church, I feel my nervousness grow. The thought of walking down the alter in front of so many people is just so nerve wrecking.

I wonder how amazing it would've been to have my mum and dad by my side on this big day. Closing my eyes, I imagine my mum's eyes full of tears and a smile on her lips. My dad wearing a navy blue suit, his chest puffed out with pride as he walks me down the aisle.

The car finally stops and I eye all the people standing outside to welcome me. All my bridesmaids are already there, wearing beautiful red knee length gowns. All three looking gorgeous in there own way, especially Brooke whose pregnant with Zayn's child.

"Let's do this." I tell Louis and he squeezes my arm before getting out of the car and opening the door for me.

With a little help from him, I climb out of the car and Sophia, Brooke and Selvia rush towards me. All of them wowing at how stunning I look.

Louis takes my arm and the bridesmaids take their place as the music starts to play. My hands shake as we walk on the red carpet littered with rose petals.

All the people stand up from there seats as we enter the church. My eyes fall on the man on the other end of the church, whose standing there, tall and handsome, patiently waiting to finally make me his. To claim me as his wife in front of all the people and God.

Harry is wearing a white suit with a red flower tucked into his front pocket. His hair are gelled back giving him a mature look. His face, handsome as ever, clean shaven, just how I like it.

When our eyes meet, he bites down on his bottom lip, entwining the fingers of his hands in front of him while he shakes his head as if not able to believe his eyes.

"She's a precious one, mate. Take care of her." Louis tells Harry as he hold his hand out for me to take, absentmindedly nodding to Louis' words.

Backing away, Louis takes his position as I step right next to Harry who gazes at me with eyes full of love. Just the feel of his eyes on me is enough to make me feel loved, my whole body buzzes with excitement and happiness because at the moment, all of Harry's love is for me. I'm the centre of his attention.

The priest starts speaking but it falls on deaf ears. My mind is racing with so many thoughts that I barely pay attention to any of his words.

"Do you, Harry Edwards Styles, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife. To be by her side through thick and thin. To love her and cherish her for the rest of your life."

My heart rate picks up when the priest says these words, turning towards Harry, I wait for his answer.

"Yes." His voice is a mere whisper as he speaks and takes my hands in his, all the while, his eyes are fixed on mine. "I promise to love her and only her for the rest of my life. I promise to be there for her forever like she's been there for me. I promise to protect her with my heart and soul. Laura, I promise you that no matter what, I will never give up on us. I want to have kids with you, a whole lot of kids.I want to hold you tight every night because you take my nightmares away and I want to wake up next to you everyday. I want to kiss your lips the first thing in the morning because when you're not there to kiss me good morning, I feel empty all day. I want to grow old and saggy with you and I want to to dye my grey hair brown. I want you, all of you. I everyway possible for the rest of my life."

By the time Harry finishes, the tears are rolling down my eyes effortlessly. Smiling, Harry brings my hand to his mouth and places a kiss to my knuckles, murmuring a soft don't cry.

"And do you Laura Stevens, take Harry Edward Styles as your lawfully wedded husband. To be by his side through thick and thin. To love him and cherish him for the rest of your life."

"Yes. Yes. Yes." I say, without a moment of hesitation before I break into sobs. "I do. Harry, I..."

Before I can say my vows or priest can announce us husband and wife, Harry grabs me by my waist and pulls me flush against his chest.

"Fuck the vows. I can't wait anymore." He whispers loudly and a shiver runs down my spine.

Both of Harry's hands cup my face and then his lips are on mine. The crowd cheers on us and the voice of the priest announcing us as husband and wife is drowned by sound of clapping and whistles.

"Mine." Harry states proudly, pulling away before again his lips claim mine and he kisses me like there's no tomorrow.

They got married.

OMG THEY FINALLY GOT MARRIED.

QUICK QUESTION:
WAS A RUSHED MARRIAGE A WISE DECISION? OR LAURA SHOULD'VE MADE HIM BEG MORE FIRST.