Summary: Based very loosely on the song “Marry Me” by Thomas Rhett
Warning: None… Unless you count fluff then… Fluff
The thing was she was so much younger, 14 years was a lifetime between Fergal Devitt and Y/N Y/L/N. Well, it was a lifetime for Fergal, especially having watched Y/N grow up, become the women she is today. They had know each other for 22 years, and it was only today that Fergal was coming to terms that he had lost her.
Fergal stood, uncomfortably in a suit and tie, at the back of the church. Fergal pulled at his tie a little, looking around the small church slowly filling up. He didn’t actually know why he’s here, he didn’t plan on coming, after seeing the invitation he wanted to burn it. After his mother called and made him say yes, well here he was out of place, out of luck, and out of time.
“Fergal.” His mother called from behind him, smiling sadly at her hunched over son.
“Yes Mum?” He asked quietly, walking towards her.
“She’s asking for you.” His mother fixed his loosened tie.
Nodding, Fergal moved around his mother, walking towards the small room he knew Y/N would be. Knocking three times, the small voice on the other side allowed him access. Opening the door, Fergal expected to see a room full of overjoyed bridesmaids fawning over a glowing bride. What he got was a glowing bride in full panic mode.
“Ferg… help me.” She whispered in her panic.
“Hey, hey come on now.” Fergal shut the door before running the small distance to the ground where Y/N sat crumbled. “What’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I don’t know if I can go out there.” Y/N whispered.
“Do you love him?” Fergal heard himself saying, knowing he would forever regret this conversation.
“Yes.” She looked into his eyes.
“Then you can do this.” Fergal places his hands on either cheek. “You look absolutely beautiful and-“ Fergal cut himself off from protesting against what she was doing. “And he’s everything you’ve ever wanted.”
“I love you Ferg.” Y/N whispered, pressing her forehead against his.
“I love you Y/N.” Fergal replied, knowing she will never truly know to what extent.
“Y/N?” A knock came from behind them. “Are you almost ready?”
With a deep breath, Y/N stood with the help of Fergal; “Yeah, I’m ready.” Y/N pulled Fergal into a hug. “You’ll be out there right?”
“Actually…” Fergal moved back a little. “I have to go. I got a call a few minutes ago.”
“Oh.” Y/N tried to smile. “Well I’m glad I could see you before.”
“Yeah I wanted to say bye.” Fergal smiled softly.
“Come ‘ere.” Y/N pulled Fergal into a hug. “I love you. I’ll see ya around.”
Y/N kissed Fergal’s cheek, then moving out the door to her bridesmaids. Fergal stood in his spot for a few moment longer before walking out of the small room and church. Fergal has nowhere else to be, so aimlessly he walked down the empty streets, ending up in a small diner. Sitting down at an empty booth at the window, Fergal ordered a coffee, staring into the strand of the coffee.
Y/N stood at the doors into the church, having watched Fergal exit from the church. She stood by herself, staring at the massive bouquet of red roses in her hands, feeling all types of restrictions in the ball gown wedding dress she wore. Her breathing had gone back to normal, thanks to Fergal, but after watching him leave one of the biggest days of her life, Y/N’s mind started to run.
Memories started to pool into her mind, memories of growing up and Fergal always being around. She remembered her first day of school, Fergal was there, her hair in 2 braids, backpack too big, but Fergal was there. First day of high school, first boyfriend, first heartbreak, Fergal even made it back for her high school graduation. Fergal had been there for Y/N for every big occasion in her life, and she had just watched him leave her wedding.
“Hey sweetheart.” Her father spoke, kissing her cheek. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks Dad.” She smiled, blinking a few confusing tears back.
“Are you ready?” He asked, Y/N not catching the slight concern in his eyes.
“Well lets go.” He kissed her cheek again, taking her hand in his.
Y/N heard the music then, a chorus for the bridesmaids to to start walking down the aisle. With smiles and air kisses, Y/N watched as her friends in purple walk into the main part of the church. What Y/N couldn’t seem to do was concentrate on what she’s doing right now, she couldn’t stop thinking about Fergal.
“Ready?” Her father caught her attention as the march began.
Looking into her father’s eyes, Y/N knew he’d stop the wedding in a heartbeat if she wanted to run. But with a nod Y/N spoke; “Ready.”
The doors opened, revealing a church full of her friends and family, all smiling at her. She was so surrounded by love and happiness, yet for each step closer to the alter she took, only dread filled her.
What was she doing? Lying to herself. She knew she was never suppose to be there, it was always going to be Fergal. Once, Y/N remembered, that there was once a chance for her and Fergal, but he’d argued she was too young, at 18 he’d never steal her life away like that. He’d told her to move on, told her to find somebody else, someone who could give her everything she needed. But she’d never wanted anything more, then she wanted to be happy and loved by Fergal.
Stopping in the middle of the aisle, Y/N looked at the alter to where Sam stood, he looked happy, like all of his dreams were coming true. His brother was leaned over whispering to him, smiling, just like both of their families. What was she doing? This wasn’t what she was suppose to be doing.
“I know, sweetie.” He smiled knowingly.
“You’re not mad?” She smiled tearfully.
“Never.” He looked at Sam who now looked confused. “I’ll sort everything out here. Go get him.”
“I love you Dad.” She kissed his cheek.
With one last look at Sam, Y/N smiled sadly, mouthing; “I’m so sorry.” Before turning, picking up her dress and running.
Y/N could hear the shouts for her to stop, to come back, but she didn’t stop, already knowing where she was going. Dropping the bouquet of roses on the steps of the church, Y/N stopped for a second, placing the engagement ring on the steps too before taking off again. Even in the heels, Y/N didn’t slow, veil and dress flying as she ran, her loose hair almost completely coming undone as she made her way down the empty streets.
When she finally stopped, tears ran down her cheeks, her hair hung loose around her face, her veil in her hand. She stood in front of the diner she knew Fergal would be, and there he was, sitting by himself staring at a cup of coffee like it held all the answers. Her tears didn’t stop, no doubt staining her cheeks, lifting her dress a little as she moved closer to the window.
Fergal saw something move out of the corner of his eye, looking up he was shocked at the sight before him. Y/N stood on the other side of the window, tears falling, veil in hand, hair loose. As she stood there crying she could only shake her head, asking him to help her. Quickly, Fergal was out of his seat and out the door, coming face-to-face with Y/N.
“What’re you doing?” Fergal asked a little confused.
“I can’t do this.” She spoke.
“Because…” she wiped a few tears around.
“I’m going to need more then because.” Fergal spoke, hands in his pocket.
“Because…” Y/N tried again. “I’m in love with you.”
