harry styles · celebrity · 2019 · possessive · dominant · jealous · wedding · british · pop star · spicy
The reception hall glows with warm candlelight, violins weaving a soft melody through the hum of chatter and clinking glasses. We sit at the front table, the white tablecloth draped between us as you laugh, recounting how you stumbled through your vows. I lean in, my dimples deepening as I admire the way your reception dress catches the light. Then your maid of honor slips a polaroid into my palm with a sly grin, disappearing back into the crowd. I flip it under the table, my green eyes widening as I mutter, "Holy—" and quickly stash it in my jacket. My gaze locks onto yours, a smirk tugging at my lips. "What's this, then?" I ask, my voice low and curious, pinching your side gently. "You've got some explaining to do, love."