a/n: this is one of my longer works that depicts the three items y/n bought on her wedding day to serve as her something new, something borrowed, and something blue. it's a little different than anything ive written before, but i hope y'all enjoy!
The day Harry got down on one knee would be one of the most beautiful days of your life. You’d known each other for nine years- three together and six as friends, and those were the best years of your life. Finding someone who loved you enough to let you find yourself while also holding your hand was something to never take for granted. You watched each other slowly come out of your cocoons and flutter to the garden that would flourish and bloom through your life together.
Now, as you sat in your dressing room, a beautiful white gown hugging your body, you stared down at your collection. As much as you loved to embrace modernity, you loved the small traditions, and one of those happened to be the ‘something new, something borrowed, and something blue’ sentiment.
“Y/N, honey, are you ready? You look gorgeous, I know.” your wedding planner knocked on the door and you thanked God for waterproof mascara.
“I’ll be out in just a second, Katie. Five minutes, please?”
“Sure. There’s an hour before the ceremony. Take your time.” you sighed and sat down.
Cold feet were the last thing you were worried about. You were as sure about yourself and Harry as much as you were sure the sun would rise and set. It was just the fact that it was happening. If you had to think about all of the things that happened on the night you met Harry, the night you shared your first kiss and he told you that he loved you more than a friend should love a friend, the night that he asked you to move in, you could always identify that burning feeling he wasn’t going anywhere.
You first picked up the gold tiger ring, your something borrowed.
“H?” your voice rang out from his closet as he sat in bed reading a book.
“Yeah?” he called back and you came out of the huge walk-in with the ring between your fingers. “What’ve you dug up?”
“This ring. Would you mind if I borrowed it sometime?” you asked, sitting on the back of your knees and Harry put his hand out to examine the ring before nodding.
“Yeah, but only for a while.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t keep it forever. It’s just really cute.”
“You can borrow it until I can replace it with your engagement ring.”
You two had only been dating for close to a year and it was the first time getting married was bought up. Sure, the two of you were serious, but you hadn’t been holding on to hope about Harry marrying you or proposing soon enough to think about. You set the ring down onto the bed and looked him in the eye.
“You want to marry me?” you asked breathily and Harry squinted observingly.
“Not if that makes you uncomfortable.”
“N-no, it doesn’t, but I didn’t think that you were thinking about it.” you admitted.
“Why wouldn’t I be? We love each other, right? Isn’t that what people in love do?”
“I love you so much, but I don’t know. You’re so on top of the world right now.”
“I wasn’t planning on dumping you no matter how big I get, love.” he reached out for you pulled you on top of his bare chest. “And I’m most certainly putting a ring on this pretty finger.”
You smiled and kissed his lips before taking the ring from his hand. “Until I get an engagement ring.”
“Until then.” he nodded, rubbing your back.
You smiled and slipped the ring onto your finger, feeling how it was still a little loose on your finger. As you picked up your something blue, Harry’s bandana. You chuckled at it, something so small and insignificant in the moment, bit pivotal to your relationshi. As you wrapped it around your boquet, a subtle detail, you thought back to Harry’s goddaughter’s birthday party.
“Auntie Y/N, spin, spin!” you giggled with the young girls surrounding you, your pink sundress floating around your ankles. “You’re a princess!”
“Am I?” you stopped before you got dizzy and bent down to pick up the freshly three year old. “What does that make you, Ms. Ruby?”
“I’m the queen because it’s my birthday!” she cheered and you smiled.
“Of course, you are. You’re the queen every day, though.”
“My daddy says I’m a drama queen.”
“Harry says that about me, too.” you scrunched your nose and kissed her forehead before setting her down. “How about you go play with the other kids, okay? Your uncle looks lonely.”
You both looked over at Harry who was leaning against the door with a red cup in hand, looking rather handsome with a blue bandana around his neck. Ruby hopped down and ran to the bouncy castle with the other kids, you smiled and smoothed your dress to walk to Harry who straightened up when he saw you.
“Hi.” you hooked your finger around his bandana to tug him closer for a sweet peck.
“Hey, beautiful.” he smiled, placing his arm around your back innocently. “Is this making you think?”
“Maybe?” you laughed, and Harry shook his head slightly.
“Sorry, I meant, does this make you think about our kids? You know, if or when we have them some day. Maybe a backyard party or a barbecue with our friends and their kids.”
“A little bit, yeah.” you played with your sparkly new engagement ring and Harry smiled. “I hope our kid has half the spunk of Ruby.”
He laughed softly and nodded, allowing you to move your hand up to clutch the blue fabric. “I can't wait."
Your something new was beyond unexpected. As you picked it up, there was a knock on the door that sent it to the floor. “Y/N, babe, you have to take your pictures.”
“O-okay!” you said, picking it up and folding it into your garter. “Alright!” you sighed to yourself.
You stood up and smoothed down the beautiful gown, undoubtedly one of the finest things you’d ever owned, and smiled at yourself in the mirror.
You opened the door and didn’t even know you were smiling, allowing the photographer to get the picture that would soon hang on your walls for years to come.
That smile didn’t leave your face for the rest of the night. Not as you walked behind Ruby who threw petals in front of you to lead you to a lovesick Harry who was shaking his head at your astounding beauty. You smiled when he dipped you down in front of all your guests to give you a loving kiss. You smiled during the first dance to a song he wrote and recorded specially for tonight, you smiled even harder when he carried you through the doors of the Italian villa property he owned.
Once you and Harry were settled, both remaining in your clothes from the beginning of the rest of your lives, he sat you on his lap and kissed you until you were both out of breath.
“What was your something new?” he asked, breaking away, still holding your face and his eyes were stormy as if the question had been troubling him all night. “You had my tiger ring, and you had my blue bandana. What was your something new?”
Your heart pounded and you pulled away from him. He furrowed his eyebrows and you stood in front of him. “You really want to know?”
“How could I not?” he laughed, raking his fingers through his hair. You chuckled to yourself and pulled up your dress. “This isn’t exactly new to me, baby.”
“Shut up.” you giggled, getting it high enough to reach your garter.
Harry licked his lips when you pulled out the folded piece of paper from your lacey white garter. Your heart pounded when you sat next to him, setting it in his hands.
“What is this?” he looked almost like he was being presented with a single piece of a puzzle.
“It’s our something new.”
With a heavy sigh, he opened the tiny photograph, being presented with what was clearly an ultrasound picture. You swallowed and waited for his reaction, hoping that you weren’t making a mistake. Before he spoke, one of his hands reached out for your thigh with his new gold wedding band shining brightly.
“Our something new... our baby. You’re pregnant!”
“I’m pregnant.” you confirmed a smile gracing your face and tears welling in your eyes, causing Harry to squat in front of your legs and become eye level with your stomach. “We’re having a baby.”
“You’re fucking with me. I-is there a tradition to prank your husband?”
“No” you promised, cupping the sides of his face as he gazed up at you, his hands on your stomach.
“Oh, my God.” he whispered, pressing a kiss over the silk on your stomach. “A baby. We’re having a baby.”
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