He’s marrying someone else. (Part 2)
He’s marrying someone else. (Part 2)
You slammed your door shut as soon as you entered your house and slid down against it, you began to cry hugging your knees close to your chest. You regretted admitting your feelings to Harry thinking you ruined your friendship with him—the closes thing you can have as a relationship with him. You sniffed, standing up from your position and wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand. You went to the bathroom to wash your face, removing your makeup. You looked at yourself in the mirror and boy, you looked like a mess. Your face was flushed and your eyes were puffy, you looked tired. You upstairs to your room to change from your formal dress to an old shirt and sweatpants. You lied down on your bed and got your phone to check your Twitter so you could at least forget about what happened earlier.
The update accounts and some fan accounts you follow were going wild.
“HARRY CANCELLED THE WEDDING WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENINGSBGDKJAIORWH” Tweets like that were the ones you mostly see. There were also mostly positive responses because they didn’t really like Harry’s fiancé and there were some negative ones too.
Oh, no. You thought to yourself. The wedding was probably ruined because of you. You started to tear up, feeling really bad. You could’ve just kept your mouth shut and just try and put your feelings towards Harry at the back of your head but it was too late, it slipped out.
All of a sudden, it started to rain really hard. The audible sound of raindrops falling on your roof. What startled you was the loud banging coming from your front door. You placed your phone on the nightstand and went to go answer the door.
Harry stood there, soaked. He looked like he’s been crying. Pulling him in house, you made him sit in the dining room while you went to get a towel and clothes your brother left here before. “Here,” you handed the towel and clothes to him. “Go change and you’ll come back explaining what the hell happened and why you canceled the wedding.” You tried to act all tough, pretending the things that happened earlier didn’t affect you. You lead him to the bathroom and waited out until he finished changing.
“I’m sorry.” Was all you said when he came out of the bathroom.
“Sorry for what?” He looked at you, confused.
“I’m sorry for ruining your wedding.” You avoided his gaze. He laughed. “Why the hell are you laughing? This is serious business, Harold!” You raised your voice using the name Harry didn’t want to be called.
“It’s not your fault, I canceled it because the feelings that I thought disappeared when I met her came back. I love you, Y/N. All of this may sound cliché but believe me, I do. I hope you don’t think of me differently just because I cancelled a wedding.” He grabs your hand and kisses the back of it.
“Harry, I’m your best friend, I’d never think of you differently. …but what about the media writing stories about you cancelling the wedding?”
“Screw them, they know little to nothing about me. I love you and I could care less about them writing shit articles.”
The morning sun shined over your face, you flutter your eyes open seeing Niall asleep on your chest looking angelic and peaceful. He was just so beautiful. You gently moved his head from your chest on the pillow so you can prepare breakfast for the two of you. He moves a little, clutching on the blankets. You grabbed Niall’s white button down and slipped on your panties and headed downstairs to make pancakes.
You prepared Advil and a glass of water for Niall on the table in case he wakes up soon. You brought out the things you needed to make breakfast. While you were mixing your batter, hands snaked around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder.
“You look nice in my clothes.” He mumbles, tired before sneaking to dip his finger in the batter to taste.
“Hey!” You laughed lightly punching his arm. “There’s Advil and a glass of water on the table to help you with your hangover.”
You placed the pancakes topped with maple syrup and sliced strawberries. “It’s not much but that’s breakfast here in this house.”
“Not much? Hah, this is fine dining here.” Niall joked, digging in the pancakes.
“I’m thinking about taking you out later for you know, a proper date. Do you wanna…?” He puts the knife and fork down on the plate and looked at you with a nervous gaze.
You smiled at him, taking yours and his plate and went to the sink to wash it. “Gladly.”
You stood there in shock. “You what? Louis, did I do something wrong? Is it because I didn’t attend the wedding? I-“ You felt the blame getting heavier on your shoulders.
Louis got up from his seat and held your hands in his. “Oh my god Y/N, how can you be so blind? I’ve been dropping hints for ages and you probably had no clue! I like you, okay? I love you!” Louis breaths heavily, running his hand through his hair in frustration.
“Louis I…” You were speechless. Too shocked to think of words. This was definitely a fairytale or some shit. Louis cancelled his wedding for you? Last time you checked, those only happen in movies.
“I get it, you don’t feel the same way. I guess I’ll just go.” He moves teasingly slow towards the front door. “I guess I’ll just go.” He repeats with a playful smirk, looking back at you.
Two can play this game. “Oh no, Louis! Don’t leave! I love you too!” You tackle him down on the floor with a hug. You two laughed for a while and looked into each other’s eyes.
“Do you really mean it though?” He whispered, playing with your hair while you two stared at the ceiling on the cold hard floor.
You straddle his waist and leaned down to kiss him. Hell yeah that felt great.
“I love you, Y/L/N …That will soon be Tomlinson in a couple of years.”
The boys just sat there in shock. Did Liam just walk out? Well at least the so called bride deserved it. You still had no idea why the bride was crying. Was it because she can’t have Liam to buy her clothes and accessories or because she’s humiliated that she cheated on such an amazing guy and she’s regretting every single bit of it?
You sneaked out of the church but telling the boys you’ll go after Liam, they just stayed in church in case anything happens. Liam sat on the bench near the water fountain, his back was facing you. You put your hands on his shoulders rubbing it to sooth him. He looked up, and when he noticed it was you, his mouth broke into a smile.
“Hey, you alright?” You smiled.
“Eh I’m fine, I’ve been quite suspicious for a long time now, actually.” He sighed looking down. “Sorry for not believing you and the boys.”
“It’s good in the hood, Li. Hey, why don’t we go to that pub nearby or would you like to go to my house to go watch some shows or movies and drink some beer while cuddled under the blankets?” You leaned against the bench.
“I think the second one is much better. I love cuddling with you and I love you.”
^^Crap endings though. :( Sorry for the long wait, I’ll be writing a preference tomorrow. :)
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