"Oh my god, Liam. My life is ruined! This is the worst day of my life. I think I'm cursed, I mean even after helping out old people and giving food off to homeless poor, I'm still getting Louis Tomlinson as my husband! This must be a sick joke to god!" Harry cried his eyes out on Liam's shoulders.

"For fuck's sake, Harry!" Liam rolled his eyes at his friend's yet again a melodramatic outburst. "Stop crying, you're ruining your concealer and also my shirt, which I've rented so I can't afford to screw up."

Harry looked up, "I'm doomed."

"Shut up, you're not. Trust me, everything will work out just the way we planned." Liam patted the young groom's shoulders. "Now, come on, let's hear your vows."

Harry's parents had written his vows, strictly ordering him to say these exact words or else there would be 'consequences'. Huh! What will they even destroy now? His whole future is now a dead end.

"Louis, since this day forward, as the ideal husband my parents deemed me to be, I'll spread my legs whenever you asked, no matter what I want, cause clearly no one cares. And I'll also stay at home, raise the kids while you go out and fuck someone e-" Harry said in an overly sweet voice.

"Dude, what the fuck!" Liam clutched his heart. "I swear my heart just stopped beating."

"Well, when will mine!?"

"Really, Harry." Liam raised his eyebrow. "Say this and I'll probably slit your throat for sabotaging the whole thing. Let's say this one more time, the proper one."

"Fine."

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While everyone was happily dancing or excitedly chatting how the town's two most respected and important families bonded as one tonight, Harry was trying not to sulk or roll his eyes cause whenever he tried to, Liam either elbowed him discreetly or kicked him under the table.

It was the couple's first dance, when Harry was finally alone without Liam's supervision. He was momentarily freed from everyone's attention and he bit his lip and looked down, squinting his eyes shut as he gave his everything to try not to scream in agony.

His thoughts were running wild, his heart was breaking and he could feel it. The lump down his throat was so thick to swallow. He regrets faking he's strong, cause even if he is, it's not worth bearing all this without showing how much it's hurting inside to others.

A couple's first dance was supposed to be the most intimate disclosure they present to the world and even though Harry had never really thought about his wedding, but he did wish to find someone who frees him from this hellhole of town and his so called family. Ha! Look he's tied down to, a devil inbred from everything he wished to escape from.

"Harry, are you okay?" Louis sounded concerned when he saw colour drained from Harry's face, eyes hollow and his posture downcast.

No, he's not. Not since the last 18 years, nothing's ever been okay and he's giving up the hope that it will ever be. Honestly, with a fate like his, death maybe the greatest of all his blessings.

"Yeah." He rested his head against Louis's shoulder cause even if he does know that Louis's caring attitude is deceiving, tonight, all he needs is someone. He's tired of crying all night against his pillow, wishing it was anyone else. Tonight, he will let his pride lose, so is heart feels content even if it's for a second. "Just tired, that's all."

"Don't worry, love. We will be leaving soon for our flight, you can sleep the whole way there." Louis smiled and stroked his newly wedded husband's curl. This is the first time he's ever touched it, actually the first time he's ever been this close to Harry. And it feels fulfilling.

"Bye, Liam." Harry sighed. The wedding was over and guests had left, it was time for the family and close friends to bid the couple goodbye.

Liam slapped Harry hard across his left cheek.

"What the fuck, Liam!" Harry yelled. Both friends were alone in Harry's room, others giving them privacy.

"Yes! That's the fury I want to see in Harry Styles eyes, not sadness. Don't let these stupid people get to you. Show them what you can do. Go after your dreams, don't let anything hold you back." Liam clapped Harry's shoulders. "You're Harry fucking Styles and don't you dare ever forget that."

"And you call me dramatic." Harry affectionately rolled his eyes and smiled at his best friend, who looked like he's about to cry.

"There's a reason why we're friends." Liam smiled and pulled Harry in for a hug. "Call me when you're done with everything and if anything goes wrong you know what to do."

"Thanks Li, I'll miss you."

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"Good morning everyone!" Harry chirped as he entered the living room of the loft where Louis and him were staying along with Harry's parents who insisted on coming with them.

"Good morning son. Look what your husband's up to." His father ruffles his hair and looked over at Louis who chuckled in response.

"My who?" Harry grinned and everyone's joyful mood died down.

"Harry, your husband, Louis, what- what are you- are you feeling okay?" Harry's mom rushed to his side.

"Louis? My husband? Says who?" Harry asked.

"Stop this nonsense right now!" Harry's father yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Oh quit screaming, father. It won't make you right." Harry whispered the last part in his ears. He stood straight and looked around, "That 'thing' that happened in village makes me married? Well, the court won't believe that. Your stupid village customs won't work here. I didn't sign any legal documents that link me with anyone! And you can't make me do it cause I'm eighteen now, which makes me legally an adult and if you force me into anything I'll call the cops."

"Harry!" His mother gasped, while his father collapses on the chair, eyes wide.

"Don't bother waiting up for me, I'll be late. You all are free to do whatever you want to." Harry said calmly like he just didn't drop a bomb and picked up an apple before walking in front of a shocked and frozen Louis, "It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Tomlinson." He extended his hand out for a handshake only to see no response from Louis.

Harry just shrugged and walked away, he was finally free and Louis was broken.