Summary: Again, I think the cover art is pretty self explanatory 😚
Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, bride!reader, angsty?, kissing, running away from wedding, fluff?
Word Count: 1.3k | unedited
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You and Sam have been friends for years.
Nothing more.
That’s what you keep telling yourself, forcing yourself to try and believe, but a small part of you will always know the truth.
The months, weeks, and days leading up to your wedding were absolutely nerve racking. The planning, dress fittings, appointments for alterations, things were piling up.
But the one person who could calm your mess down, was Sam.
So you called him. A few times actually.
Your fiancé got along with Sam fairly well, but there were times where you could see the jealously written all over their face.
Even though you assured them, on multiple occasions, it got to a point to where the only time you spoke to Sam was when you needed to confirm whether or not he’s bringing a plus one - which he wasn’t.
You felt a weird weight lift off of your shoulders, but that shouldn’t bother you, right?
A few more weeks go by and eventually, its wedding day.
You were in your suite, getting all dolled up. Hair curled, nails done with a pretty design to match your dress.
Anyone who wasn’t you would think this day is beyond perfect, but you just couldn’t settle this feeling that’s been holding you hostage for, hell. As long as you can remember.
“You look so beautiful.” Your maid of honor juts her lip out as she fixes the curl handing down over your face, “The prettiest bride I’ve ever seen.”
You smile, taking a deep breath and before you can even get the question out, she nods, “He’s here.”
You feel your heart sink into your stomach and you stand up, “I need a second.” You walk over to the balcony, stepping out side and closing the door behind you.
You take a few deep breathes, placing your hands on the concrete banister, “Breath.” You whisper quietly to yourself, “Calm down.”
You stare out at the beautiful scenery, eyes moving over the landscape as you regain control of your rapid breathing.
The door cracks open, and your maid of honor pops her head in, “Ready when you are.”
You turn around, staring at her for a few seconds before you nod, “Okay.” You walk over, smoothing out your dress as you walk back into the room, “Let’s do this.”
You and your bridesmaids make your way down to where everyone is gathered.
Your hands were shaking the bouquet in your grasp as you stood there, waiting for your music cue. The first note of the instrumental and you felt like you could throw up.
You had to force yourself to walk, smile, pretend like you don’t want to turn around and hide.
Everyone stands and of course the first person you look at, is Sam.
His eyes never leave you, glistening as he watches you walk by him.
Your heart shattered as you kept moving to stand across from your fiancé. You place your hands into theirs and they lean in, “Are you okay?”
You laugh slightly, giving them a nod, “Just a little nervous.”
They smile and lean back, giving the officiant the go ahead.
You glance over to the crowd of people, swallowing when you see Sam’s gaze set on you, “You look beautiful.” He mouths, which causes your heart to skip a beat.
You smile slightly, looking back at the person who has your hands in theirs.
You feel guilty.
Sam wasn’t your friend.
You loved him, and you just wish you came to terms with it way before now, because you really didn’t want to do this.
You pull your hands away from theirs and the look on your face is telling, “I-i.. um.. I just..” you bunch up your dress and quickly make your way back up the isle.
You kicked off your heels and ran to the house. You didn’t stop until you were back in the bridal suite, door locked and back pressed against it.
Your breathing was ragged, both from running as fast as you could, and from the anxiety attack you were fighting off.
The knock on the door made you jump, but you stayed silent.
“Hey, y/n. It’s me.” Your maid of honor says in a loud whisper, “let me in.”
“Are they with you?” You ask as you rest your head against the door, and she answers, “No. just me.”
You open the door and pull her in, closing it behind you once again, “I-I don’t.. I don’t know what happened I-“
“Don’t. Don’t.” She walks over to you, cupping your cheeks, “Don’t do that.”
“I left him at the al-“ your voice breaks and you cover your face with your hands, “I-I don’t.. I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing.. but it- I’m pretty sure I’m not doing it.”
You stay silent for a few minutes before you look up at her, “I’m in love with Sam.”
She nods, “I know.”
You give her a look and she laughs, “Please. I’m surprised nothing has happened between the two of you.”
You raise your brows, wiping away your tears from your cheeks, “Yeah. Yeah, I know.”
There’s a knock on the door and you freeze. Your words are barely audible, “Who is it?”
She shrugs and walks over, cracking open the door before slowly opening the door. You turn around and you gasp, seeing Sam stand there with a smile on his face, “Hey.”
“H-hi.” You sniffle, covering your mouth. You fall down to the floor, sobbing and Sam is instantly next to you, “Hey. Hey.”
He rubs your back, tilting your chin up so you can look at him, “Y/n. Look at me.”
You blink a few times and look up at him, “It’s you. It’s always been you.” You pull him in and wrap your arms around him.
A smile plays at his lips as he holds you tight, “Wherever you are, is where I want to be.” Sam presses a kiss to your head and there’s a knock on the door.
You look over at it and your maid of honor motions to the balcony doors, “Go. I’ll stall.” You stare at her for a few seconds, shocked that this is all happening, and she motions again, “Go!”
Sam pulls you to your feet, and you walk over to the table, scribbling out I’m so sorry on a napkin and moving to the doors.
You watch as Sam climbs down first, it’s not that high, but it definitely looks it. You take a deep breath, swinging your leg over and climbing down the lattice that’s next to the banister.
Sam catches you as you lean back, and he stands you up, cupping your cheek before he kisses you quickly, “You sure you want to do this?”
You reach up, rubbing your thumb over his cheek, “More than anything.”
He smiles and slides his hand into yours, pulling you with him. You run away, laughing and smiling as you make your way to Sam’s car.
He opens the door for you, letting you get in and he pushes your dress in before closing the door and running around to get in himself.
“I’ve wanted to tell you, but you just seemed so h-“
You cut Sam off by leaning over and kissing him, “Get us out of here, baby.”
“Say no more.” Sam smiles as he kisses you one last time before turning the car on and starting to drive. He takes your hand into his, bringing it up to press the back of your hand to his lips, “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you.”
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I feel like this was kinda short but let me know what you think and yes yes, part 2. I hear you already 😂
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