Cab you imagine This being Tiny and Harry on their wedding? Harry holding her dress everytime T stands up! And both of them walking around the tables thanking everyone! Lord what did I do to myself imagining this!
NO BECAUSE THATS ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WHEN I SAW IT!!
like the two of them walking around talking to everyone before Tiny changed into a shorter dress she could dance in! And Harry would immediately notice that it was caught under her foot once and from them on would hold it for her and they walked together.
“What a’ya doing?”
One would think the couple was four sheets to the wind with the way they were unable to stop giggling at each other as they stumbled up the secluded staircase. The quiet rumblings of reception music thumped behind them, along with the reminders of all their loved ones mingling. But their focus wasn’t on any of that. How could it be when every five steps they were stopping in order to make out against the wall.
“What’d’ya mean?” Tiny could feel Harry’s smile spread against the exposed skin of her neck.
“With my dress.” she whispered as Harry pulled away, his eyes lingering as they moved up from the bottom of his new wife’s dress up to her eyes.
“Just want to make sure you don’t trip and the dress stays all perfect.” their voices were barely above a whisper; holding onto every second together as newlyweds. “‘S a very pretty dress, darling”.
“I know. Knew you’d like it.”
“Love it. Look so breathtaking. You’ve always been the most beautiful thing.”
“You don’t have to woo me anymore Mr. Styles. You’ve already done the hard bits.”
“I’ve got some hard bits for you to do, Mrs. Styles.” Tiny’s hand barely made contact with Harry’s shoulders before the pair were laughing again. “M sorry, I’m sorry. It was impossible to pass up.”
Silence fell over the pair quickly but like a well loved blanket, wrapping them in warmth and comfort. Even after over a decade together, they could still find new things to live in each other’s gazes. And now, they had the rest of their lives to commit of those things to memory.
“Really liking the sound of this Mrs. Styles thing. Thanks for having a pretty great name. Making me sound cool.”
“Thanks for taking it.” Harry leaned in and gave Tiny a quick peck on the lips, pulling back only enough to get his next words out. “Just don’t abuse it, yeah? Got a pretty ace reputation to uphold.”
“Damn. Was hoping I’d get a few good holidays out of this.” Tiny laughed, turning and making the first move to continue heading up the stairs towards the bridal suite where her reception dress was waiting.
“Brat.” he smirked, hand coming down hard on his wife’s backside, leaving behind a small echo in the empty staircase. “Get up those stairs before I give you baby number four right here.”