Billy Hargrove Imagines

I object!

The organ starts to play as the doors of the church swing open, everyone standing up and turning to face you, soft gasps leaving their lips at the way the dress hangs off of your figure. It was expensive, that much was clear. Mrs Harrington had insisted they splurge on an expensive dress for the wedding, after all, someone marrying into the Harrington family was a big deal.

As of lately, though, things with Steve had been a little stale. Not that Steve was a bad man, because he wasn't, but the chemistry had just become a little stagnant. It was clear that neither of you were as head-over-heels in love with one another as you once were, and you both stayed in the relationship out of a need for safety and security.

Almost immediately after the proposal, Steve had stopped putting in as much effort as he once did, almost as if that now he had bagged you, the effort was no longer needed. To be honest, you just accepted that and stayed anyways. Steve was the safe option, the reliable option. With him, you would probably have a nice house, a couple dogs, and a few cute little kids.

That was never to be expected in your old relationship. Your relationship with Billy Hargrove. Things were wild, angry, passionate, loud... but eventually exhausting, and so you had called it quits. It had been four years since you ended things with Billy, but he never left your mind. Hence why some selfish part of you invited him to your wedding. Maybe you needed to show him you had moved on, or maybe you needed to prove to yourself that you could walk past him and marry someone else.

You plastered on your plastic smile as you walked with your father down the aisle, swiftly approaching the row Billy was anxiously sat in, holding on to his sister Max's hand for dear life. You gave him a quick glance, trying to prove to the both of you that this was it, that Steve was all you needed, before you continued past him and towards the altar, towards your future husband...

Steve stood there, a small smile on his face as your father let go and sat down, and the ceremony was to begin. He didn't look all too happy considering it was his wedding day, but then again, neither did you. Again, this seemed to have turned more into a wedding of safety and convenience than of anything else.

"You look really handsome." You whisper as Steve gently lifts your veil, a small smile gracing his lips before the both of you join hands. Everyone's watching you both, clearly over the moon that two lovely people are about to begin a lovely marriage. If only they knew how little love there actually was.

You didn't touch in bed, you didn't really go on dates anymore, you didn't laugh with one another anymore, hell, you hadn't had sex in almost a year, the last time being the night of your engagement. You're a little embarrassed to admit to yourself that you thought of Billy the whole time.

"We are gathered here today..." the officiant begins, his old, wise voice echoing on the church walls. You held Steve's hand tighter as you felt one of his fingers flex against your's in agitation. He knew.

It was your job to send out the wedding invitations months prior. You had both set out your friends and family to invite, and the list was finalised. Almost the entire town was invited, apart from Billy.

But of course, you just couldn't help yourself. A selfish part of you wanted him there for whatever reason. Maybe to prove you were moving on, or maybe some part of you had hoped then that he would see the invitation and beg for you to leave Steve and come back.

If he did do that, you probably would have.

"Why is he here? He wasn't on the list, was he?" Steve asks softly, knowing damn well Billy wasn't on the invitation list, his question meaning to sound gentle but you know he's not pleased. You would be mad at him for it, if it wasn't completely justified. You knew you were an awful fiancee, and you'd learnt to accept that, just like you had learnt to accept the lack of love you were now surrounded with.