My eyes move to Harry.
He looks like an angel, his pink lips up in a radiant smile. His eyes seem to drink me in as he offers me his hand.
I look at me father, who leans down and kisses my cheek before nodding to Harry.
"Take care of her," my father says quietly to Harry.
"I always will."
My father nods to Harry, giving him a proud slap on the back before going to sit beside my mother.
My fingers lace through Harry's as I stand across from him, my heart beating fast. He wears a black tie, just like he knows I've always liked.
"You may be seated," the minister says and everyone sits back in their seats, a hush falling over the room.
I'm too excited and nervous to pay much attention to what the minister says, my eyes not leaving those of Harry. He smiles back at me, his dimples carving into his flushed cheeks.
"Rose and Harry, you have prepared vows, I believe."
I turn to receive the small slip of paper from Elizabeth when my eye catches on someone standing at the end of the aisle.
Black suit, menacing smirk, dark eyes, scarred face.
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Hidden. (by seasidestyles-original copy)
Fanfiction2014 Watty Award Winner rose does not like harry. and harry does not like rose. but perhaps the looming threat of a ruthless mastermind and a shady corporate conspiracy can change that for them. because to her, he was like the moon-part of him was a...
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