H.P.O.V.

Take my hand. Take my whole life too.

When you imagine someone for so long you start to believe that, that is how they really are. You slowly start to fall in love with that picture swirling in your mind. And suddenly you begin to dream about it every night. You wish for it everyday.

I had imagined her everyday for the last two years. I had pictured her smile, the crinkles by her eyes, and her eyes-- those eyes that I got so lost in. I pictured the way her body moved, the sway of her hips, the gold in her hair.

I'd close my eyes and I could feel her. I could feel her skin on my fingertips. Her lips on mine. I could smell her sweet sent. And I'd be able to feel her fingertips fluttering against my jaw and over the side of my face like she used to do at night.

In my head she was beautiful. She was magical. She was perfect.

But now-- now As I stare at her I realize that those words don't even begin to describe her. Not even close. They don't do her the justice she deserves.

Though in my head, I knew everything I saw was for the most part accurate because I saw her pictures online, littered all over blogs. I would stare at my computer screen for hours trying to decipher any changes in her complexion. Big or small. To see if she looked different.

On those screens my baby was glowing. She was smiling a smile that used to be only for me. She was in her element. She was everything. She is everything.

Now, in person, not only is my baby the only thing I could see but she was my wet dream in black heels. She had darkened her hair slightly and it had gotten longer. It fell down her back in waves tonight. Her lips were painted red and her cheeks were flushed. Her body was covered in black material with cutouts in strategic places that I wanted to feel just to see if my touch still warmed her up.

Presley was no longer the same twenty-two year old girl I had bent and bruised. Now she was a twenty-four year old women who held me in the palm of her hand. I'd roll over backwards at the snap of her fingers.

She was in her prime. She was breath taking and had I not been in love with her before I'd be terrified at what I am feeling now just by simply starring at her. If had never met her before I swear I would've fallen in love instantly. One smile and I'd be gone. But I wouldn't mind at all. I'd give two fucks at the ridicule some would give me because this women was well worth it. Just one of her smiles proved it.

My mum, Gemma, Ben, we're all taken back by her. They can all see the small changes in her that aren't small at all. They are all left just as breathless as I am. I don't know if they feel the same guilt I do but I do know they have missed her. I know Ben wants to apologize for his absence during our divorce. But just like me every time we see her we are left stunned. Unable to think clearly.

One look at her parents and all I see is pride. They are beaming at their child with the upmost glee. Both have never looked more proud. I have no doubt in my mind that Caleb would look at her the same way.

Harvey sits a few people away with a women. She is cuddled close to his side. His new relationship gives
me selfish hope. They both look at Presley in awe. They don't look surprise by her new persona. No, they look more surprised that she was actually here. So am I.

I see every male ogling her and tonight, with the way she looks, I can't find it in me to blame them. She was a dream. An absolute vision in black. Anyone would be a fool not to want her. Anyone not looking at her tonight is idiotic.

Presley and Louis stay embracing in the same spot for a few minuets until the violinist begin their playing again. She walks with Louis down the aisle, his arm woven around her waist. Her head is casted down as Louis' whispers into her ear. Both of them smiling brilliantly.

I feel the jealousy easily, it burns me and excites me. It makes her presence real. She was here.
I understand now when they both reach the front of the aisle. She was Louis' best man. She was Louis first and only choice. The reason why he would always act so strange when the topic of best man was brought up. Why he didn't let me ask about her today.

I feel stupid for not realizing it sooner. Of course he'd choose her. Who wouldn't? She was perfect. She was too good for this damned world.

She subtly waves to her parents and then smiles at the man always photographed with her. There was someone next to him. Both smiling at her. Either one did not deserve her. They were ordinary and she was anything but. She was the closet thing to magic. I want to take her from here, fuck whatever the law says on kidnapping, and just keep her hidden only for me to see. I wanted to walk up to the two men and beat them with no mercy until they forgot what she looked like.

I wanted to remind Louis who she belonged to. I wanted to remind her.

I had gone stupid when she walked in. I thought that would be my lowest point and then she finally (finally!) looked up at me and everything in my mind disappeared. My name, my purpose here, my jealousy.

One look at her brown eyes and I remember why I hate milk in my coffee.

Her eyes flicker over my face and I wish I could read her mind. I want to know what every emotion flashing through her coffee brown eyes mean.

"Hi," she whispers. At who I don't know.

But my throat goes dry anyway and I say the first thing that I think of. "I love you."

Notes

Harry's making a comeback.