Fake Fiancée

35. As You Turn Away

35. As You Turn Away

"Let go of my hand, so I can feel again. Nothing's gonna hurt as much, as that final touch." - Lady Antebellum

Andie

The days that came after were a blur. I hadn't seen Harry in nearly two weeks and all that time all that was done was preparation. I spent three days getting different measurements done for shoes and dress and different things even though I wasn't allowed to see them. Management said they needed to make sure nobody knew how the dress looked.

Liz did, even though I never asked her to, keep me in touch with everything that was going on. She was seeing Luke, and some time when she went to 5SOS's and 1D's shows she would see Talia and Harry 'hanging out' together, that's when I knew that he definitely didn't believe what I said about her. But Liz assured me Harry was only with her to find out if she was lying or not.

She also told me Harry asked about me everytime he saw her. If I was still mad... If I was seeing anyone.

I wasn't seeing anyone. But James over this past two weeks has become one of my closest friends. One of the only friends I have actually. Not even Luke has tried to contact me.

I just still can't believe Harry and I are over.

"A penny for your thoughts?" James said, his eyes gazing down at me. I smiled.

"I think my thoughts deserve more than just a penny." I replied to him. We were taking a walk down Central Park even though it was pretty cloudy. But cloudy days were honestly my favorite. It was almost empty, except for those who like us were taking a stroll by.

We stopped and he turned to me with a cheeky grin on his lips. "C'mon I'm your psychologist, I'm supposed to try to know your every thought."

I raised my eyebrow and laughed, "you're my psychologist Mondays at seven, and if I recall clearly today is a Friday."

"Doesn't mean I don't give some of my patients extra time."

"Yeah, but right now you're my friend. Not my doctor." I said back with a smirk.

He turned serious then, and hooked his arm around mine so that we could continue walking. He was silent for a bit, before he quietly spoke, "I was just wondering how you were feeling. Since tomorrow is the wedding and yeah..."

I stayed silent for a little, even though it was January, almost going into February, you could see some trees starting to grow leafs again. Had it been that warm? I let my mind wander to the Weather Change theory. I would do anything to stop myself from thinking about how afraid I am from tomorrow.

After all this drama, and everything that went on, I couldn't believe tomorrow it would all be over. Just thinking about it now, I realize how fucked up our relationship has always been. We hurt each other, that's all we always managed to do.

"I'm thinking it was time for it to end..." I finally said, Harry managed to get into my thoughts again. "Everything." I whispered.

James approached me slowly, and I held my breath when his arms wrapped around me. There was a long silence and his warm arms stayed around me. He took a step back, only to cradle my face in his hands.

"If he is willing to let someone like you go, then he clearly doesn't deserve you." He whispered. I was on the verge of crying. It was one of those moments when I felt like everything was crashing down on me.

"Does it make me undeserving if I'm the one letting him go?" I asked, and a small tear left the corner of my eye.

He shook his head and leaned closer. "You have a reason to let him go, he doesn't..." He replied, and his eyes lingered on my face for a small second before he unexpectedly pressed his lips down on mine.