Night Shift [h.s]

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☁️ ALANNAH ☁️

Weddings were not my scene. I had decided that the second I got sent the invite from my old uni friend that this was not for me. From the whole wedding aesthetic she had sent out in the invites, I already knew that if I was to ever get married, I would not cause so much fuss with it all and I definitely wouldn't send out a whole page of aesthetics, telling my guests exactly what colour scheme to wear and what kind of accessories to pair it with.

It all seemed a little over the top to me, especially considering that I couldn't find anything even remotely green that I was happy with wearing. The whole aesthetic thing was a little far fetched, just let people wear what they want to wear and what they're comfortable in. I didn't understand why everything had to be so damn perfect.

That was another thing I hated about weddings. How perfect they had to be and what a false picture they actually gave out. It just seemed like such a huge amount of money for just one day and it was all fake anyway. No family actually gets on that well for one day, surely? Or perhaps it was just my family who couldn't handle their drink and somehow found a reason to start an argument within the first ten minutes of every family event. I think everybody's family had static.

I didn't particularly enjoy the whole lovey dovey side of it either, it all seemed a little fabricated and put on. I didn't believe anyone could be that sickly in love with anyone. I know it was something I had never felt, not even when I was with Owen, it wasn't love, not even for one second. It was a one night stand gone wrong and we only stayed together for the sake of Harmony, there was no love there and he certainly didn't care much about the child that he had helped creating. And so I didn't believe in all of this true love crap.

Harmony was half of him and yet he failed to even recognise that, he probably only sees her once every month if that, and only then it's only for the day, she's never stayed the night at his house or spent any longer than eight hours with the man who held the title of her father. He was a sore excuse of one that was for sure.

That was another reason that I hated weddings, this one in particular especially. Owen and I had met at uni, being friends for a little while until the inevitable happened and we slept together one night at a friends party. It was dumb, probably one of the stupidest things I had ever done, but without him I wouldn't have my Harmony and I guess I had to be at least a little bit grateful that he had given me that gift.

But because we had been at uni at the same time, Owen studying computer science, laid back without a care of his grades whilst I studied my arse off for four years doing nursing, only to end up pregnant at the end of it anyway. We both had our fair share of friends all around our age, most of them still staying in contact with each other after all of these years, and most of them still inviting both me and Owen to their little celebrations of love or whatever they wanted to call it.