I'm almost freaking out.
Harry is actually here.
He grins at me at the same time that the crowd bursts into a loud applause. I haul myself at him and he holds me tightly. I don't care about make-up anymore and I sob on his shoulder. I'm so overwhelmed at seeing him that I don't give a s**t about the people watching us.
"Hush, baby." Harry whispers tenderly as he strokes my intricate hair.
"Am I dreaming?" I mumble, and he lifts my face from his shoulder.
"No, you're not. I'm really here. I'll always be here."
I trace his jaw with my thumb.
"I missed you so much."
"I know, baby. Me too."
I open mouth to talk but he places his index finger on my lips.
"This is Charlie's wedding and we are stealing the show. I'm getting you out of here."
"We can't leave."
He lifts that signature
