It's always been you

Chapter 39 - Forever and ever

JOSEPH POV

They did it. My best friends were married. As I stood there as they were pronounced man and wife I knew I was letting go of the thought of Lucy and I for good. It's time Quinn. It's over. She's never going to be yours. She's always going to be Olivers. Move on mate.

But fuck me she was the most beautiful bride I had ever seen in my life. She was radiant. She glowed. Everyone else here paled in comparison. I winced at that thought. Jesus Quinn what about Camille? Your girlfriend who loves you.

Camille did look beautiful. She always did.

As the wedding party were getting photos taken, Juliet the wedding planner looked after us by bringing us all a glass of champagne and some snacks whilst the wedding guests were led to the main lawn where the marquee was set up for cocktails and canapés before the Main reception started in an hour.

The photographer was taking photos of Lucy, Ollie and Freddie for now. The rest of us in the wedding party hovering near by for when they needed us again. "Unbelievable." "Hmm? What?" I turned to face David. "Unbelievable that my brother managed to pull that." I chuckled to myself and glanced back at Lucy and Ollie who both had the widest grins on their faces. "Unbelievable that any of us blokes have pulled what we did." David snorted and said "you're not wrong Quinn. Camille is waaaaay too good for you." "Oh yeah? What about you and Erin?!"

This of course turned in to a bit of a wrestle which was stopped when we heard Sarah using her mum voice. "BOYS! NOT NOW! After the photos! PLEASE BEHAVE!" We both pulled apart like two guilty children. I looked up to see Lucy laughing at us and Ollie smirking. "Haha! Mum yelled at you!" David and I flipped him off which the photographer managed to capture. Great. I'm THAT groomsmen.

Camille rolled her eyes at our antics and shook her head. Hannah laughed. Nikki said "ner ner you got in trooouble!" "Fuck off Niks" I said with a laugh. Eventually the photographer was satisfied with the outdoor photos and it was time for us to get ready to enter the reception.

As we lined up outside the entry flap to the marquee the emcee for the night began to shush everyone and introduced us as we walked in in pairs. Ben with Hannah, me with Camille, David with Nikki and then it was their turn. Everyone stood and cheered as Mr and Mrs Blake were introduced. The marquee entry was swung open again and Ollie entered carrying Lucy bridal style in his arms, spinning her around several times as she threw her head back laughing. We all screamed wildly and I climbed into my chair then put my fingers to my lips to whistle my two best friends, the newlyweds.

LUCY POV

As our wedding party was introduced by the emcee, Ollie said "Harris I've got an idea!" "Who?" "Harris!" "WHO?!" "Oh" he smirked and then said "Harris-Blake I've got an idea!" "Yes husband?" His eyes lit up when I called him husband he dragged my face to his clashing our lips together. "I could listen to you call me husband all day everyday wife!" "I'm carrying you in there!" "What?!"

I didn't have a chance to object as the emcee announces us, the marquee flap was flung open and he put and arm behind my knees and the other behind my back sweeping me off my feet making me yelp and then throw my head back with laughter as he spun us in a circle a few times.

Our wedding guests went wild. I could hear Joes ear piercing whistle over the top of everyone else and turned my head to see him standing on his chair with his fingers to his mouth, just like at our graduation from LAMDA. Ollie carried me to the bridal table and then set me on my feet planting another kiss on me.

"You're insane Olls." He just grinned at me and then kissed me again.

I couldn't believe it. I'm a wife. I have a husband. Aren't we too young for this? I still feel like I'm 15 sometimes. But here I was. A married woman of almost 23. I'd mentioned this to my mum last night and she had laughed and said that feeling doesn't go back. She was pushing 50 and still felt like a child sometimes.