Guest: Part 1
You ask Harry to be your date to a wedding. But just as friends, of course…
You had never been more perplexed over the word, “Guest”.
The wedding invite in your hand had arrived at your door a few hours prior and, while the upcoming wedding itself wasn’t news (you had known that your two friends would end up getting married arguably before they did), the little “(Y/N) + Guest” notation at the bottom was unexpected. You currently weren’t dating anyone and hadn’t been for quite a while; at least long enough for your friends not to assume that you would be bringing someone.
But, there it was, in plain, black ink: (Y/N) + Guest.
You bit your lip and read the invite again, wondering if maybe they had just allotted one guest for everyone because they had a huge budget. All of your other close friends were already invited to the wedding in the first place; who on earth were you expected to bring?
It was one friend’s suggestion of, “What about Harry?” that currently had you in fits of nerves and bouts of overthinking. Harry was a pal, sure, but you certainly weren’t close enough to him that you could just waltz right up and ask him to be your date to a wedding. He didn’t even know the bride and groom, but he did know many of your other friends that would be in attendance.
It wasn’t that you weren’t friendly with Harry. You had known each other probably about five years now and always ended up hanging out whenever he was around, though it was typically in a group. You got along well, laughed a lot, enjoyed the same things and had a lot in common. But you weren’t close. He wasn’t the type that you would just call up on a Friday night if you were bored; you were way too self conscious to do that, even though he didn’t act like Harry Styles when he was around you.
He was also incredibly good looking and charming, and that
scared you. The idea of being seen at a wedding with Harry Styles just felt
like you were opening yourself up for ridicule. You were generally okay with
how you looked, but Harry was like a Greek god compared to pretty much
Truth be told, you had a bit of a crush on
him. It was a harmless crush, because when he was away you didn’t really
think about him at all, but he did manage to make you nervous and give
you butterflies every time you saw him.
The idea of asking Harry to be your wedding date had been pinching at the back of your mind for weeks now. The wedding was still a few months away, but you still hadn’t sent in an RSVP to confirm whether you were coming alone or with someone else.
“Have you asked him yet?”
That was the first question your friend consistently asked you ever since she had suggested it. Your response was always the same and becoming a bit exasperating, if you were being honest.
“How am I supposed to ask him?”
Your friend crossed her arms and gave you a smirk.
“Well…how about, ‘Hey Harry, would you like to come to this wedding with me?’”
You sighed, throwing yourself back on your bed and bringing your arms up to cover your face.
“I can’t just ask him like that! It would be weird.”
“I feel like it wouldn’t be…”
“I don’t know him that well.”
“You’ve known him for four years!”
“Yeah, but we never hang out alone!”
“He’d say yes.”
“You don’t know that.”
“No, but I have a pretty good idea.”
Your conversations went on like this until your friend finally got tired of arguing with you. The rational part of your mind knew that, in all likelihood, Harry would say yes if you asked him. As long as he was around and didn’t have any other plans, he had no real reason to turn you down. But the part of your brain that kept overthinking things – the one that was usually in the forefront – had run through 50 different scenarios in which you asked him and he said no, or you just ended up making a complete fool of yourself.
Finally, you couldn’t put off your RSVP any longer; the wedding was drawing near and your friends needed numbers. Harry had been in London for quite a while now, with a few quick trips to the US scattered here and there, but you had seen him more in the last six months than you had in the past few years.
“Ask him!” your friend hissed, almost shoving you in Harry’s
direction as you and a large group of your friends were just about to leave a