{WHAT'S MEANT TO BE} Kita x Fem!Reader

Libra

On the morning of the wedding, you wake up with a feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach. But you gather yourself together and get ready for the day. You begin by getting dressed, doing your hair and makeup, and walking out the house to see Mel.

"Y/N!" Mel waves as you approach the coffee shop.

"Hey, Mel," you greet, giving her a quick hug.

"You look amazing," she compliments.

"Thank you," you say, smiling softly.

"So, I have the guest book here," she says, holding up a beautiful hardcover notebook.

"Mel, it's gorgeous," you gasp, taking the notebook and admiring the cover. She then shows you a large bottle. "What's this?"

"Well, people will write their messages from the guest book and place them in the bottle," she explains. "This way, they'll be preserved and it'll make a cool souvenir for the couple."

"I love it," you nod, taking the bottle from her. "Thank you so much, Mel. This is amazing."

"No problem," she says, waving her hand dismissively.

"How much do I owe you?"

"Oh, don't worry about it," she shakes her head.

"Mel," you frown.

"Seriously," she insists. "I'm just glad to help."

"Osamu and his fiance are going planning to pay. Please let me give you the money for doing all of the work."

"No, really," she says. "I didn't do it for the money. I did it for you."

"Okay, well, at least let me pay for lunch one day," you offer.

"Alright, deal. I'd like that," she agrees. "Now, you better get going, you have a wedding to get to."

"Right," you nod.

"Have fun!"

With that, the two of you part ways, and you make your way back to your apartment to finish getting ready. Just as you get in the door, you receive a text from Kita, saying that he'll pick you up at noon.

"Shit," you hiss, realizing that you're running behind.

You rush to your room and finish getting ready, before running to look out the door at five past twelve. There, you see his car pull up and park in your driveway. Your heart pounds as you watch him step out, wearing a grey suit and carrying a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"Oh my god," you mumble, biting your lip. "He's so hot."

When the doorbell rings, you dust yourself off and rush to answer the door.

KITA'S P.O.V.

"Wow," I gasp as she opens the door. She is dressed in a beautiful navy blue dress, and it clings to her curves perfectly. She looks so beautiful and I nearly forget about everything else.

"Hi," she smiles nervously.

"Hey," I nod, returning the smile.

"Here, these are for you," I say, holding out the flowers. "You look amazing."

"Thanks," she hums, accepting the flowers. "And thank you for the bouquet. Come in."

I follow her inside, and she leads me to the kitchen, where she places the flowers in a vase.

"Would you like anything to drink?" she offers.

"Water would be great, thanks," I reply, watching her walk to the fridge and pull out a bottle of water.