You were standing in the hall of the venue. The parents had rented the entire building not just for today but for tonight, and tomorrow. The guests, all 220 of them were accommodated with sleeping arrangements either here at the venue or in a hotel. Harry and you were talking to the building manager about the arrangements that would be taken for the guests that would be staying here. You turn around, and see him holding his bags. Timothee Chalamet, the love of your past life. You were glad he hadn't noticed you yet, you weren't sure what to do if he looked. You excuse yourself, and race to the bathroom quickly. You wash your face with cold water, this weekend already wasn't exactly what you wanted, and now he had to show up. You take a deep breath, and think about a great escape plan when you heard a man singing to himself, and you recognized that voice out of thousands. You open the door to the hallway. "Niall!" You said, you saw him walking down the hallway. He turned around, he looked a little concerned, perhaps it was the tone of your voice or the look on your own face. He walked towards you, and once within your reach you pulled him inside the women's bathroom. "Why is Timothee here?" you ask. Niall shrugs, it was a busy week, and loads of people were at this location, and yet. Yet, Timothee was here. Your heart sped up when you saw him, and you refused to believe it was leftover feelings you had for him. "I'm not sure, nice chap though." Niall said, you look into his eyes, and wonder if he even knew. "I want him gone." you said, bitter. Niall nods. "Whatever you want." He said, though he looked like he was going to do jackshit about it.
Rehearsal Dinner, was extravagant. From the moment you stepped into the dinning hall you felt underdressed even though you were in the nicest dress you owned. Your stepmother and father were standing there tall, Harry's parents were talking with some family friends, Gemma was laughing at the bar with Harry and another woman. You didn't recognize her. You weren't sure where to look. There were so many people, you didn't recognize half of them. That's when you spotted him, those black curls, and that face. What. The. Hell was he still doing here. Luckily Zendaya came up towards you holding up a drink for you. "Did you know Tim is here?" You ask your best friend. She nods, taking a sip from her champagne. "Yeah, I invited him." Z said, you stare at her. "What??" you ask her. She put her arm around your shoulder. "I think you should hear him out." you shake your head, profusely. "Why?" you ask her. She takes another drink from her glass. "I am getting married tomorrow afternoon. What the hell is wrong with you?" You said, pulling her by her arm to the hallway. "Y/n, are you really marrying Harry. I mean have you seen this whole wedding seems like you are overcompensating for the lack of love." She snapped. You were taken back by her comment. "I didn't plan this stupid thing, okay. Our parents did." you said, Zendaya pulled you by your arm into a random room, which turned out to be a closet because your father was coming towards the two of you. "I thought you liked Harry, what the hell is going on?" you ask her. You lean with your back against a rack of cleaning supplies. "I do. It is just that the two of you met less than four months ago, when both of you got out of serious relationships." Z said, you shake your head in disgust. "Timothee really broke your heart, and Harry published an album about Camille when he was with you." Z said, concerned. You lean your head back, as you look at the lamp post. Z placed a hand on your arm that you had crossed over your chest. "I did it because I love you, remember that." She said, placing a kiss on your cheek, and you knew she meant well. But, this was the worst plan she ever had. Worse than the time the two of you went to an irish bar and met Lewis Capaldi, and then she rudely mistook him for an Irish man. Which after three shots he could laugh about, and three of you ended up in Edinburgh. You had picked yourself up again, and went to find Harry. You were furious with Zendaya, and you had no interest in being nice to your step sister at the moment. He was still at the bar with the mystery. "Hey honey" you said, Harry put his arm around your shoulder. "Y/n, this is Camille." he said, he looked anxious. You hold out your hand to shake hers. "Hi Camille." you said: "I hope everything is going well for you." she had the most beautiful smile you had ever seen, and you wondered how Harry ended up with you. "It is a lovely venue, Y/n" She said: "I think it is wonderful of you to invite me here, giving our history." She gestured at Harry. You didn't, Z did. Harry's anxious look changed into an uncomfortable smile. "We are glad you could make it." you said,
