Harry Styles Imagines

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"Hiii I was wondering if you can write a Harry Imagine about you are about to get married to each other but y/n gets cold feet happy ending please (:"

"You're becoming my sister in law today," Gemma squealed happily from her spot in front of you, watching your hair being curled, your makeup having already been done by the fantastic Lou. You nodded at Gemma, a forced smile on your face. You were supposed to be excited, but instead you were worried, and nervous. You couldn't enjoy any of this pampering because you were sure you were going to throw up any second. "Hey, what's wrong? I've known you four years to know that you're not liking or embracing any of this."

You looked down to your nails that you had perfectly manicured that morning, not failing to noticed the rock on your left hand, third finger, that should be enough proof to know Harry wouldn't leave you. "I don't think I can do this. I need to see Harry. I need to see him right now," you started hyperventilating, Gemma instantly shooting up from her seat, making a beeline for your bag to find your inhaler.

She found it quickly, holding it to your mouth and pumping it when you breathed in. You soon stopped breathing heavily and calmed down. But you still had doubts about today. "Babe, calm down. Harry loves you, don't worry. He'll be at the alter when you walk down to meet him," she assured you, but it didn't help.

"I want to see him, Gem. I need to see him," you breathed through your deep breaths. Gemma nodded wiping the tears from your cheeks.

"Ok, I'll go get him. Just calm down, ok Hun?" You nodded as Gemma ushered everyone out of the room. You were terrified she would go and look for him but he would be gone. He'd have left already because he realized he didn't want to marry you.

Being left alone wasn't the best thing. It gave you more time to think over how big this decision you were making was. You were committing to love Harry for the rest of your life, and you had no doubt about that, you knew you would... It was on his end. What if he realized you were nothing like what he though throughout the years you had been dating? What if, when you moved in together he didn't like the way you wanted your house to be decorated? What if it just didn't work out?

"Y/N?" You heard his faint shouts from where he was running down the hallway. "Y/N? Baby?" A few more tears leaked out of your eyes as you tightened the matching silk robe you and all your bridesmaids were wearing before the door swung open and your fiancé stood, looking frustrated, and worried as hell. "Baby what's going on? Talk to me please," he begged. You didn't say anything, you just fell into his arms and cried into his bare chest. You looked down and seen he was only wearing a pair of Nike athletic shorts, no doubt until he'd had his hair done.

"I don't think I can do this. I'm so scared, Harry. What if it doesn't work out between us? I don't want a divorce because I love you too much. I'm terrified. I want you forever, I think we're good the way we are. Why get married when we work the way we are? I'm worried. I want you for the rest of my life, I want you with me forever, Harry," you whispered, wiping your eyes.

Harry sat down on the sofa that was in the room, and pulled you over to him, sitting you on his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. "You want me forever? Yes?" You nodded in agreement. "And I want you forever, so let's get married. Let's make our promise official. Let's say 'I do' and show everyone how much we love each other. Come on, babe. You're my one and only. I love you, you're the only one I'll ever love," Harry whispered making you smile, lightly.

"I love you too. I just don't want anything to change and I'm scared. I'm terrified I'll walk down that aisle and you'll run. I don't want to be alone. I love you so, so much," you replied and he shook his head.

"I'll be there. I promise you," he whispered, a small smile on his face. "I could never leave you. Never, ever," he promised, kissing your cheek.

"You're not supposed to see me," you whispered, smiling at him. A wide smile spread on his face.

"It's ok, I've not seen your dress. And anyway, we don't need luck. We only need love," he assured you making you smile, kissing his lips gently before standing up.

"Ok, leave. Now. I need to have Lou fix my makeup and get my dress on. I'll see you at the church, H."

"I'll see you at the alter, baby. No more cold feet now, no?"

You shook your head. "No more."

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"So, did you make the right decision marrying me?" Harry asked that evening as you both swayed during your first dance.

"It definitely was. I love you," he smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your lips, before pulling away, restraining himself.

"Mmm, I love you too. How did I get so lucky? I can't wait to get you to our hotel tonight, get you out of this dress, love on you for the rest of my life," he whispered, lustfully making you chuckle lightly.

"I shouldn't be laughing because I feel exactly the same, husband."

"When can we leave, wife..."