The bad boy (Taylor Caniff fan fic)

4 Years Later

Riley's POV: (OHHH a twist)

Taylor stood in front of the mirror adjusting his tux, you could tell her was nervous.

I sat in the chair behind him, a huge smile on my face.

He finally moved on.

His hair was tossed around on his head, I wanted so badly to fix it but I know I can't.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I had no idea that he had moved, he was now on the ground, head in hands.

I frowned, I have always hated it when Taylor cried, especially when it was my fault.

I wanted to give him a hug, show him that I am here and still love him but that won't help, he moved on.

I walk toward him, the way his shoulders sagged and how his breathing was heavier than normal told me that he was crying, he shouldn't be crying not on his wedding day.

I touched his shoulder lightly, and he looked up.

He was staring straight at me, mouth a gap as if he could see me.

Can he see me?

I open my mouth to speak but he shakes his head looking away.

"Taylor.." I whisper feeling the tears start to fall down my face.

"Riley, I know you are here. I moved on but I don't know if I can go through with this. You will be the only girl I will ever love, you were my first love. I love you so much, not holding you in my arms every day and hearing you laugh is killing me. I wanted to marry you, see you walk down the isle with in a white dress, your hair all done with a big smile on your face. I wanted you to have my last name that our kids would have, I wanted to have a beautiful baby girl with you.. I love you." He whispered.

"Taylor, you can never have me in your arms again, no more kisses. I can't have your babies but I love you Taylor and that is why am I going to tell you this.. Move on. I need you to move on, make a family, marry that beautiful person out there... She makes you happy, I have seen it. She loves you, go ahead before your late for your own wedding.." I say, I don't know if he can really hear me but I said what I need to say.

He gets up adjusting his tie, spraying on some axe.

His eyes look puffy and red, he cringes.

He uses a tissue and wipes them off as his mom walks in.

"Taylor baby, whats wrong?" She asks her smile disappearing.

She brings him into a hug as he buries his face in the crook of her neck.

"Mom, I miss her." He whispers.