summary: The one where Louis was going to marry Eleanor, but there were some (a lot) of objections.
All I can hear is their voices.
Talking, talking, talking... And I think I'm going to be sick. I can hear all the stupid little comments, each one seeming louder, and more annoying than the other. It's like they're doing it on purpose.
"Oh, she looks lovely!"
"Oh my God, this is great!"
"They're going to be so happy together!"
"I thought he was gay?"
"Oh God, I can't believe this is finally happening!"
"What happened to the lad, er Harry was his name?"
Have they really forgotten about us? Yeah, I know that One Direction hasn't been One Direction for a while. Most of the girls have moved on, and we're all older now. I'm going to be 26 in a month... But still.
Hundreds of people - mostly strangers - have shown up for this godforsaken wedding, but they don't really know us anymore. It hurts.
It hurts so much and I'm having difficulty breathing. I need to get out of here. Clear my head for a bit.
I sneak out, trying to look inconspicuous and calm. I know that there isn't anyone by the back doors, so I'll head out there.
It's only when I'm outside, and I'm sure that I am completely alone, that I allow myself to break down. I just lose it.
I start to cry - big, loud and ugly sobs that just won't end. As much as I want to stop, I can't. I don't know how.
I've been bottling up all these emotions for so long, and today of all days, I just have to let them out. I could be caught, and my brain knows that, it's just not letting my body know.
I just really can't believe this. I can't freaking believe this! Oh my God. I'm in this fancy pants, overly posh church, in a stupid suit that doesn't quite fit right. Of course it doesn't fit, I couldn't be bothered with getting it tailored or anything.
"Okay, breathe Harry, breathe." I mumble to myself, running a hand through my curls. I probably look like a right mess, and I know for sure Louis is gonna kill me.
Louis. God, even just thinking his name hurts so bad. And it's not a little, teeny bit of pain that I can just ignore. Oh no, it's so much worse. I can't ignore it no matter how hard I try. And boy do I try.
Louis William Tomlinson is going to be marrying that skinny girl with the hair in less than an hour. He asked me to be his best man, but I said no. I couldn't deal with all that. So, he doesn't have one. He said that he would rather have no best man, than have someone else be it.
I really wish I wasn't here though. I would much rather be at my flat - the one that Louis moved out of so long ago - and watch the wedding on the Telly.
But no! Louis just had to call me up! He told me he had some big news, and I was sort of excited. I thought that he had finally realized, after all these years, who he truly belonged with.
In a way, I guess he did. But that doesn't make me feel any better.
Because he didn't pick me.
I love him so much, and I know this seems pretty cliché, but I had been planning on crashing this wedding. I can't though, I don't want to risk Louis getting angry with me. Our friendship has definitely died down, so I don't know if he would ever talk to me again.