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meetmymouth · 10 months

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Harry follows one of his friends outside as they’re looking for an appropriate place to smoke, one hand holding his glass of whiskey as the other finds comfort in one of his pockets. It’s hot in the marquee, so the sweet July breeze outside is more than welcome on his face.

So far, he’s taken a few photos with people he’s never seen in his life, and Harry hopes that the bride and the groom aren’t bothered.

He should be able to say no.

He really should.

Though, surrounded by friends and family, Harry feels like it’d be too much to say no to someone who obviously admires him and his music— admires him enough to want a photo with him.

His friend says something, and he laughs because he does, and he takes a sip from his drink, watching the flame from the lighter lick the end of his friend’s cigarette.

He’s enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the countryside when he sees a shadow, and feels another presence behind them.

He turns around, somehow nervous and on edge, and notices her pink dress before her beautiful face.

She is beautiful, but he lets out a tiny sigh, and says, “Sorry, would it be okay if we didn’t take a photo?”

All three of them stop— his friend lets out a breath, and the woman’s perfectly shaped eyebrows raise in question— somehow offended at his request.

There’s another moment of silence before she takes a step back, and Harry notices she’s also holding a cigarette.

“Uh,” she lets out a laugh, like she knows something he doesn’t. “I wasn’t going to ask for a photo. Your trousers…”she looks down at his outfit even though she’s next to him, therefore can’t really see the back of his trousers. “They’re ripped.”

“What?”

And, what?

“Your trousers, below the jacket. Ripped.“

Harry hears his friend laugh, and he also feels his cheeks flush in embarrassment. His whole body feels numb, though he can feel the ringing in his ears.

“Shit—” he murmurs, hand going to his back. He feels himself until his hand touches the ripped area. “God, I’m…really sorry.”

She shrugs. “Yeah, you should be.”

“I don’t normally— I’m not bothered normally, it’s just— it’s not my wedding and I kind of feel bad enough that people have been… you know?” He cannot help his rambling, words rolling off his tongue, though he doesn’t know if he’s making sense or not.

She looks like she’s bored. He guesses.

Though, he notices her checking him out, only a mere second before her eyes find his again.

“I get that. I guess.”

“I’m sorry. Again.”

“All good. I thought you might want to know, yeah?”

He turns to his friend, and notices him on his phone.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He hisses.

He hears her laugh.

He doesn’t even listen to the man next to him list all the excuses why he hasn’t said anything, only hears the laugh she lets out.

He finds her gaze, and she bites her bottom lip.

“I guess,” she says, tone a tad softer than when she first came up to him. “I was one of the few who were looking…there.”

And well.

Harry’s always loved weddings.

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missmielyhoran · 1 year

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Bachelorette party

in which you and Harry meet at your friend's Bachelorette party sleepover...

[Warning- Tooth rooting fluff, wedding, alcohol and cringe tbh I was feeling lonely]

Everyone was ready, clad in their matching silky pajamas. It was very uncommon to celebrate a Bachelorette party as a sleepover but everyone who knew Fiona knew that it wasn't.

Fiona was our bride-to-be marrying her long-term girlfriend Jade. Even though both of them had polar opposite personalities considering Jade was out getting drunk at a bar with their friends and Fiona insisted on staying home and having a sleepover they worked together well. Like they say opposite attracts.

You were in the kitchen making popcorn for movie nights while the rest of the girls, Avery, Emily and Sophie along with our bride-to-be were sitting in the living room fighting over which movie to watch.

The doorbell rang which confused you cause all of your friends were there. You heard chattering along with laughs and then a deep voice. A man was standing in Fiona's living room with his back to you, with curly hair, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and tall height wearing matching PJs as all of you.

"Y/N come here" Fiona ran towards you and took the bowl out of your hands placing them down on the table. She gave you a smirk and then pulled you towards the man.

"Y/N this is Harry my cousin and Harry this is Y/N my bridesmaid and best friend" she introduced you two. You looked up at the towering man who had a charming smile on his face showing a dimple on his left cheek. He was pretty so pretty you didn't realize he had his hand extended to shake. It wasn't until Fiona nudged you that you saw his hand and shook it. Your face was beet red while he just chuckled.

*****

Harry had never felt like this before, he doesn't know if it was the wine or the overall happy, lovey-dovey mood of the wedding but he can't seem to take his eyes off the pretty girl.

When Fiona asked him to join her Bachelorette party he thought she meant going to a party or something but knowing her a sleepover seemed more like it.

All of the girls were asleep except you and Fiona who was an inch away from drifting away. They were watching some random romcom on Netflix trying to marathon through them but most fell asleep before the first one ended.

"Bit of a cliché movie don't you think?" Harry leaned down a bit so he could whisper to not wake others. You smelled like cinnamon (maybe cause you ate a donut before this). Chills ran down your spine hearing his deep voice this close.

"I- um yeah a bit but I kind of like it?" You said but it came out more as a question. You pulled the blanket up trying to hide from the embarrassment. Why couldn't you just talk to a cute guy like normal?

"Really?" Harry hummed, "How so?" He asked genuinely curious about you. He wanted to know everything from why you liked cliché movies to what was your favorite colour.

You looked up finding his green eyes on yours, you immediately look away and start fiddling with your pajama bottoms.

"Well, it's just cute you know the fighting, the over-the-top love confession in the end by the main character" You chuckled, "or maybe it's just cause I never had those clichés so I find comfort in movies" You speak before thinking. You realized what you just said and you bit your tongue.

"Forget I said anything. I tend to talk a lot when I'm nervous" you closed your eyes and shook your head.

Harry on the other hand was very amused. He found you so cute the way your cheeks and nose went red when you got embarrassed and the way you scrunched your nose and the way your hair was falling perfectly on side of your face making you look like an angel in the tv lit room.

"Why are you nervous huh?" Harry asked fully turning his attention to you. "Am I scary?" He mused.

Your eyes went wide as you looked at him. "No no...Oh my god no quite the opposite I think you're very cute. I just don't know how to talk-" You cut yourself off by slapping your hands to your mouth. You fell on the sofa and groaned while Harry was having time of his life laughing.

"You find me cute huh?" He nudged you with his shoulder. While you just closed your eyes and laughed. "Go away" You fake whined.

"I don't think so Miss Y/N" He scooted a bit more toward her. She looked up finding him smirking down at her. "I think you're very cute too" he said flicking your nose. He smile when he saw you scrunch them adorably again.

You were blushing like crazy, the butterflies in your stomach were creating a storm and you felt dizzy. Oh god, you were fucked.

"Now what would I have to do for a cute girl to cuddle me while we finish this cliché movie she loves?" Harry asks tucking the hair behind her ear and feeling the smooth skin of her cheek against his fingertips.

You were sure your cheeks were burning at this point. "Just keep her warm" You giggle lightly and scooted closer, Harry draped his arm around your shoulder and you tucked your head against his chest.

*****

The wedding was beautiful. It was held in a vineyard, the altar was under a big flower tree, petals falling down as the brides held hands saying their vows it was amazing.

But the only thing Harry cared about was you in the blue bridesmaid dress matching the blue shirt Fiona made him wear so he would be the unofficial bridesmaid. Your hair was in a loose low bun with pieces falling on your face.

Now, the same beautiful girl was in his arms dancing with him to a beautiful slow song.

"You look beautiful" Harry said looking down at you his hand on your waist gripping your dress to make anything feel like the moment was real.

"You have told me this like fifty times already" You laughed and shook your head.

"Well you do" He shrugged, his eyes flicking between yours as he collected the courage to ask what he wanted.

"Wha-" "Will you go on a date with me?" He asked closing his eyes as if that would stop you from rejecting him but when you didn't reply for long he opened his left one to peek.

You were looking at him shocked. "I- um- okay- yeah" You stumbled over your words. Harry laughed in relief and so did you. He rested his forehead on yours and you resumed dancing.

"You owe me 50" Fiona elbowed her wife reminding her of the bet she won. Jade rolled their eyes and breathed out a fine. They watched as the couple danced in the middle of the dance floor with their foreheads resting on each other laughing.

That wedding became the start of two new love stories.

*****

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harryforvogue · 7 months

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hades!harry & persephone reunite tomorrow at 12:30PM EST on tumblr & wattpad 🖤❤️

#i fear this is my favorite harry and pers piece i’ve ever written #also currently stands at 6k words which is not bad for something i started writing less than a day ago #hades harry #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #wahooooo #ooooo should i write about their wedding night?????#maybe a future blurb #this is unedited so all typos are unfortunately mine

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cc-horan28 · 3 months

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Be My Valentine - 4

With Your Hand In Mine

(G) 900 words

WW2 AU Soldier!Louis Tomlinson x Doctor!Harry Styles (2/3)

Tw implied time period accurate homophobia

“You have got to stop fiddlin’ wit’ those,” Niall snapped, swatting his hand away from the posy of lavenders in his breast pocket.

“They’re wonky,” Louis frowned.

“I’m sure those flowers’ll be the last thing on Harry’s mind right now.”

Louis is about to marry Harry. And he simply can't wait.

A/N: Part 2 of the ww2 AU! idk why but i love this sm. If stuff falls into place (read: my schedule allows) I might make them a recurring thing!)

Title from Louis' 'We Made It'

Louis stood in front of his mirror, anxiously smoothing down the lapels of his jacket, He glanced out of the window, eyes roving over the expanse of green. If he squinted, he could just make out the spot by the thicket of pine.

The spot where they were going to get married. He felt his stomach twist with excitement, but all of it was tinged with an irrational fear of someone somehow finding out. He was loath to accept the fact that he could never acknowledge the union, let alone dream of actually being somewhere with him, out.

But they didn’t need a piece of paper from the city hall or the church.

They were in love. And all the people that mattered to them knew and supported them. What more could Louis ask for?

Louis stood at the top of the staircase with Niall, going over his vows one last time. They had written their own, and he absolutely did not want to forget a word.

Niall was a good lad. He had met him when he had been to Ireland on a hunting trip with some cousins of his that he never wanted to go to in the first place. Looking back now, he was grateful he did.

He had met Niall at the pub, and they had fallen into an easy conversation. When Louis had mentioned a vacancy at the local newspaper one of his friends owned, Niall had jumped at the chance. He had moved to London shortly after, renting out a place close to him and Louis couldn’t have been more glad for the company.

He was one of the first people who wasn’t family whom they had trusted with his and Harry’s relationship. He had contacts with the local police for his work, and while Harry had been hesitant, it was a risk Louis had been willing to take. He had grown to trust Niall completely.

Niall had taken a bit of time to get used to it, to accept it (it had been an intense few days, Louis nearly jumping out of his skin whenever someone knocked at his door). Still, he had come around fully, even putting forward ideas for an underground newsletter he could help write for.

“You have got to stop fiddlin’ wit’ those,” Niall snapped, swatting his hand away from the posy of lavenders in his breast pocket.

“They’re wonky,” Louis frowned.

“I’m sure those flowers’ll be the last thing on Harry’s mind right now.” Niall pursed his lips, cracking a small smile when Louis nodded back, “Okay now, one last time, then we’ll head out,”

Louis rushed across the lawn, skirting puddles formed by the rain overnight. The sky was a clear and dazzling blue now, though, and Louis hoped it would stay that way.

He rushed to hug his sisters, who were setting up the chairs. All of them expressed their excitement for Harry and him, and he knew he was lucky to have a family like this, all of it, and felt tears welling up. He had to hold back from breaking down completely, feeling like iron bands were tightening around his chest when they brought up their mum.

He missed her terribly. He still remembered the day he had told her about Harry when she was proposing his debut into London society. Much like the rest of the people they had told, she had been quick at putting aside her initial prejudices, accepting and supporting him, even going as far as to make them all skip sermon where the preacher was to talk about the fate that met the ‘homosexuals’ despite her receiving flak for it from the neighbours afterward.

All the memories came flooding back, making the moment bittersweet. He regretted that she wasn’t here, that she couldn’t give them her blessing, but Louis was grateful she had gotten to meet Harry and had grown to love him. He had to hold on to the good times, that’s what she would have wanted.

He gently drew away, going to greet the rest of the lads, thanking them effusively for their help. It was by no means an official ceremony, but they could still get in trouble if word was to somehow get out. All of them were putting themselves at risk just being there, and Louis was once again hit by a wave of gratitude.

They had debated about wheeling about the piano from the parlor, Harry refusing point blank to attract any unnecessary attention, even though the estate spanned more area than any neighbor’s ears possibly could.

He was regretting giving in to Harry right now. Watching him walk down the row between the chairs, the small handful of guests smiling at him, arm interlinked with Anne’s. He would have given anything to have Mendelssohn’s notes floating up as he took Harry’s hand, smiling at Anne.

He took in the lavenders tucked into his breast pocket, mirroring his own, wanting to say something but feeling like the words were stuck in his throat. He truly was speechless.

His smile widened as Niall came forward with the open ring boxes, metal glinting in the sunlight.

Harry was going to be his husband.

Louis really couldn’t ask for anything more.

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justlemmeadoreyou · 2 days

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hi<3

okay just an idea but like hb a one shot of harry and yn having an Indian wedding??

I WOULD MELT

i mixed it up a bit! hope you don't mind but I added some dancing in between! hehe

words: 2.2k

warnings: cute fluff, alludes to smut!

The sound of jubilant music and joyous laughter filled the air as Y/N took Harry's hands in her own, gazing at him with all the love in her heart.

It was the day they had been dreaming of for what felt like an eternity - their beautiful Indian wedding celebration. After months of careful planning and preparation, it was finally time to declare their everlasting love and commitment in front of their closest family and friends.

As Y/N looked into Harry's bright green eyes, she felt herself getting choked up with happy tears. He was the most gorgeous sight she had ever seen in his ivory sherwani with delicate embroidery and a baby pink safa atop his unruly chestnut curls. A radiant smile lit up his entire face as he mouthed "I love you" to her.

Y/N hoped her own appearance took Harry's breath away just as much. She was draped in a stunning red and gold lengha with the most intricate designs she had ever seen. Golden jewelry adorned her neck, wrists and fingers, while a striking tikka rested on her forehead. After hours of professionalmehndi application, her hands and feet were works of art covered in the most beautiful henna patterns.

Their wedding mandap looked like it was straight out of a dream, covered in layers of vibrant red fabric and masses of exotic flowers. The entire venue was bursting with rich colors, from the ornate rugs underfoot to the twinkling strings of lights hanging overhead. Harry and Y/N had spent endless hours with the planners to ensure every last detail was absolutely perfect for commemorating this special day properly.

As the ceremonies began, they went through each traditional rite and ritual with profound reverence and care. When the time came to exchange floral varmala garlands, Harry could barely contain his boyish grin as he struggled slightly to get the hanging blooms around Y/N's neck. She laughed lightly as she did the same for him, feeling like her heart could burst with love and happiness in that moment.

The ceremonies paused briefly for the jaimala, a ritual where the couple tried to be the first to successfully garland each other. Amid a chorus of cheers from the guests, Y/N and Harry playfully danced around for several minutes, narrowly missing each other until finally Harry swept in and captured Y/N's neck with the floral necklace.

She gasped in delight as he pulled her in close, pressing their foreheads together tenderly. "I've got you forever now," he murmured, just for her to hear. Y/N felt herself melt at the warmth and adoration in his voice as she reached up to cradle his face in her hands.

"And I've got you," she whispered back reverently. "Always and forever."

Harry leaned in to capture her lips in a soft, lingering kiss, forgetting about their audience for a brief moment. A joyous howl went up from the guests that broke them apart with sheepish grins. Their loved ones had anxiously awaited this special union, and they were determined to savor every second of it.

The rest of the rituals and pheras passed by in a beautiful, colorful blur. Y/N felt herself getting choked up again as they took their sacred vows, promising to love, honor and cherish one another until their very last breaths. Harry gazed at her adoringly, stroking her cheek tenderly with his thumb as they repeated the powerful words.

"You are my soulmate, my partner, my everything," he said throatily, his eyes shining with unshed tears of happiness. "Thank you for making me the luckiest man in the world by becoming my wife."

Unable to contain herself a moment longer, Y/N let a few tears slip free as she beamed at her new husband. She leaned up on her tiptoes to wind her arms around his neck, pulling him in close.

"There is no one else on this earth I would rather spend my life with than you," she said in a trembling voice thick with emotion. "I am so grateful to now be your wife, and to finally be able to call you my husband. I love you endlessly, Harry."

The tenderness of their embrace was only broken by the sound of loud cheers and clapping as their guests celebrated the joyous union. It was official - Harry and Y/N were finally married, bonded together for all of eternity.

As the ceremonies concluded, everyone made their way to the outdoor reception area where the real festivities could begin. Servers circulated with trays of delicious Indian delicacies, from vegetable samosas and pakoras to spicy curries and flaky, buttery naan bread. One of the first dances kicked off with Harry and Y/N taking center stage, all gazingadoringly at each other as they swayed to the romantic hindi music.

"My beautiful wife," Harry murmured in her ear as they slowly revolved on the dance floor. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of calling you that."

Y/N's face lit up in a bright smile as she gave him an eskimo kiss. "And I'll never get tired of being called your wife, my husband."

Eventually it was time for the grand sangeet celebration, filled with vibrant musical and dance performances from all of their loved ones. It brought tears of laughter and joy to Harry and Y/N's eyes as they watched silly skits, entertaining dances, and heartfelt songs dedicated to their everlasting love.

When their own performance came around, Y/N's heart was pounding in her chest with excited nerves. For months they had been secretly rehearsing an intricate choreographed dance routine to a romantic hindi mashup. As the first few notes of the song rang out, Y/N locked eyes with Harry, giving him a breathtaking smile. There was nowhere else she would rather be than on that dance floor with him, her husband, her forever love.

Harry smiled back like she had hung every star in the night sky, his eyes shining with pure adoration. Even after months together, Y/N's beauty and the depth of love she had for him still managed to take his breath away.

Their dance was utterly captivating and joyous, filled with playful movements and longing gazes as they spun and twisted around each other. At one particularly romantic section, Harry couldn't resist gathering Y/N up into his strong arms, dipping her low as she arched back in a graceful curve. They hovered like that, faces mere inches apart, both of them breathing heavily with beaming smiles.

"I love you so much," Harry mouthed to her fervently before pulling Y/N back up to crush his lips against hers in a heated, passionate kiss.

A roar of approval and applause sounded around them from their cheering guests. They didn't care one bit, choosing instead to lose themselves in their tender liplock for a few heated moments before finally pulling apart, dizzy and breathless with elation.

"And I love you eternally, my husband," Y/N whispered ardently, tracing the line of Harry's parted lips with the pad of her thumb.

The incredible night seemed to whirl by in an unstoppable blur of celebrating, feasting, singing and dancing after that. Every time Y/N locked eyes with Harry, she felt her heart overflow with the depths of her love and commitment for this incredible man that was now her spouse. His radiant smile and looks of pure adoration warmed her down to her very soul.

As the hours ticked by, Y/N felt herself growing weary but still riding cloud nine from the blissful events. Harry seemed to sense her fatigue, coming up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist and press a soft kiss to her temple.

"What do you say we get out of here, wife?" he murmured in a low rumble against her skin. "I've got plans for celebrating our new marriage in private…"

Y/N immediately felt a rush of heated desire course through her veins at his suggestive words and tone. She grinned and turned in his arms, pressing a sensual kiss to his parted lips.

"Whatever you say, husband," she replied huskily.

The two of them slipped away from the raging celebration largely unnoticed, both too eager to begin their new life together as spouses. Every second felt so surreal and dreamlike to Y/N, a real-life fairy tale come to life. She felt so incredibly blessed and overflowing with love.

Once they made it back to the privacy of their honeymoon suite, Harry effortlessly swept Y/N up into his arms like she weighed nothing. She let out a surprised giggle, winding her arms around his neck as he carried her over the threshold. His lips instantly crashed into hers in a searing kiss filled with fiery passion and overwhelming love.

They stumbled their way across the romantic suite, shedding clothes and flowers as they went, unable to get enough of each other. Whispered words of adoration and biblical devotion were exchanged between heated kisses and roaming caresses.

Finally, Harry laid Y/N down on the plush bed covered in fragrant rose petals, hovering over her in breathless awe. His talented fingers deftly undid the remaining jewels and ornaments adorning her body until just her beautiful bare skin remained.

"You are the most gorgeous creature I've ever laid eyes on," he rasped out, trailing reverent kisses along the delicate golden patterns of her mehndi. "My breath was taken away the second I saw you today."

Y/N felt a fresh wave of desire crash over her at his words, a soft whimper escaping her parted lips as his mouth continued worshipping every inch of her. She pulled him back up, crashing their lips together in a tangled dance of tongues and teeth while her nails raked deliciously down the taut muscles of his back.

"And you looked positively sinful, my love," she panted heavily between fevered kisses. "Like the most delectable dream come to life right before my eyes."

Harry growled low in the back of his throat, rolling them over until Y/N was straddling his hips. He looked up at her with hooded, lust-blown eyes, skimming his large palms reverently over the curves of her body.

"You're going to be the most beautiful sight to wake up to for the rest of my days," he said in a gravelly rumble.

Y/N could only whimper and capture his full lips in another bruising kiss as she rolled her hips wantonly against his nude form. The friction and delicious heat between them quickly became maddening with need. Soon they were joined together, moving in an ancient rhythm of love and desire.

All the emotions of the joyous day came pouring out in their lovemaking - the uncontainable happiness, the bone-deep reverence, the overwhelming passion, the profound intimacy. Harry and Y/N clung to each other like they were the only anchor in the raging sea, breathing celestial words of worship and forever into kiss-swollen mouths.

"Mine…my husband…my eternal love…" Y/N chanted like a prayer as her nails dug deliciously into the strong muscles of Harry's shoulders.

"My gorgeous wife," Harry groaned back in adoration, capturing her lips in a searing liplock as their arching bodies found blessed release and sublime rapture together.

The newlyweds laid spent and utterly sated in the tangled cocoon of the sheets afterward, both glowing with the afterglow of their sacred union.

"To have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer…" Harry murmured, reciting the marriage vows as he nuzzled his face into Y/N's neck, placing tender kisses along her fluttering pulse point. "In sickness and health…until death do us part."

Y/N turned her head, finding his mouth with her own to kiss him deeply and devotedly. "I am yours, and you are mine," she whispered the solemn promise against his parted lips. "From this day forward, until our souls leave this earth."

Harry let out a trembling exhalation at the powerful words, gathering his wife even closer to his body. He felt utterly undone and overwhelmed by the depths of his all-encompassing love for her. After years of searching, he had found his soulmate, his twin flame, his everything.

"I've never felt more complete, more whole, than I do in this very moment with you," he said in a hushed, reverential tone. "My love for you defies articulation, Y/N. You are my heart, my light, my forever."

Their mouths collided in a searing, all-encompassing liplock then, pouring every ounce of their overwhelming love and commitment into the heated embrace. In that singular, blissful moment, there was nothing else in the entire universe except the profound, everlasting truth of their fated union.

As the newlyweds eventually drifted off in a tangle of sated, sleepy limbs, Y/N felt like the luckiest woman in the world to call this incredible man her husband. And Harry felt like the most blessed man alive to have Y/N as his wife, bound together for eternity through their sacred vows and unbreakable love.

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