Harry H…. Wedding night fluff but like the time travelers wife where reader and him are just having fun being goofy and relishing in the fact that they’re married now
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Harry smiles at you before leaning and kissing you ever so gently, the room erupting into cheers and claps as he does.
That's it. You've managed it. You've married your best friend and you wouldn't change a single moment of your journey to get here.
Before you know it Harry is leading you into the reception where you are once again met with applause as you are introduced as Mr and Mrs Holland.
The night passes in a surreal blur, a wonderful collection of speeches, dancing and drinks. The night has been documented with countless photographs: both taken professionally and amateurly and the wedding video being shot by one of your husband's best friends.
Eventually you find yourselves in the honeymoon suite of your hotel, something that you had been looking forward to all night long.
"In case I forgot to tell you, you look so handsome in your suit Mr Holland."
"And you look unbelievably beautiful in your dress Mrs Holland"
"Call me that again"
Harry finds himself leaning closer to you, whispering ever so quietly
"Mrs Y/N Holland."
You can't hide the smile left behind once the words leave him, leaning in and kissing him for the millionth time today.
"I can't believe it. We actually got married"
Before you realise what is happening you find yourself being pulled up by Harry who begins jumping on the bed.
"You married me, me! Your stuck with me for life now pretty girl. No backing out"
You starting jumping too, giggling at your love and shouting just how much you love him.
"Thank you for marrying me Mrs Holland."
"Well thank you for asking Mr Holland."











