WHY ME??? A Harry Styles fan-fiction

Nerves

"Lou, nothing is going right!" I yell, frustratedly. This is the third time I've had to pull my hair out of a horrid braid.
"Calm down! Let's try this calmly." Louis says, taking the brush from my hand.
"I'm tired!" I groan, throwing my hands into the air.
"What's the problem?" Liam yells, as he enters the room. Liam is wearing a black suit, with a white bow tie. His suit is pressed to perfection; not a single wrinkle can be seen.
"My day is going horribly. My hair is not staying, my dress is slightly tight, and I can't find my veil." I complain, sighing.
"Calm down! It'll all be okay." Liam says, soothingly. I get up from my seat, and start to search for my veil, again.
"Bella!" Louis yells, trying to make me sit down. I slap his hands away, frantically searching for my veil.
"Bella!" Liam yells, extremely loudly. I turn around to scowl at him.
"Calm down! Sit down! Now!" Liam's tone sounds so stern. I obey him, without complaining and take a seat on the couch.
"Okay?" He asks me, raising his eyebrows. I nod, my mind in a thousand different places. Liam holds up a box, and opens the lock.
"Harry has sent this for you." He says, gesturing towards the box. I'm curious now. I try to see what's in the box. But I can't, due to Liam's height.
"Mate, she can't see the thing. You're too tall." Louis says.
"Oh right, sorry." Liam mutters, lowering the box. As Liam lowers the box, I notice something shining inside it. It's a tiara! A silver tiara, with blue colored diamonds.
"It's lovely," I murmur.
"It's for you. Harry took your veil away and decided on this, instead. He said this would look better on your head." Liam says, taking the tiara out and placing the box in my lap. He takes the tiara and places it on my head.
"And he was right. You look gorgeous." Louis sighs, pushing Liam and taking my hair in three divisions.
"No! Leave it. Harry said he liked her hair open."
"Okay, then. See you downstairs." Louis says, exiting the room.
"Come quick. I'll be waiting near the stairs." Liam says, giving me a warm smile. Once he exits the room, my mind races with a million thoughts. I still can't believe I'm getting married today. And to who? My kidnapper! Who would've thought? Can we even make this work? Can Harry love me like this, forever? What a time to think about all this, huh?