So High School (Chris Evans) 18+

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This is it. 

It's 4am and I can't sleep anymore because I'm only hours away from getting married. Libby is in the bed across from mine, having stayed with me for the night - while down the hall of the venue accommodation, Chris is there. 

I want to talk to him badly. If I'm like this after just hours of being apart, then how will I be when he's back filming?

"Why the hell are you pacing like some creepy ghost?" Libby yawns as she sits up and notes me wandering around the bridal suite. "Shit, it's 4 in the morning - go back to bed!" 

"Can't" I sigh. "Nerves are kicking in". 

"You're not having second thoughts are you?" She asks, concerned. 

I shake my head. "No. Just...I'm thinking about how things could be from now on. We're literally jumping in feet first and only now am I realising just how insane everything's been since the whole Daniel thing". 

"Urgh, don't mention that dick's name. You and Chris are madly in love right? And I don't think you need to answer that actually because I can see it. Sometimes you've gotta jump without caring what anyone else thinks, and I know you guys don't". She's more awake now. "He's put you back together after what was a complete shit show, and if he hadn't? I really don't wanna think about what could've happened to you". 

I sit back down on my bed and hug my knees into my chest. "I don't wanna think about that either..." 

"So think about him waiting down the aisle for you like he actually has been since 99". She laughs. 

The thought makes me smile. He'll never have to wait for me again. 

"Sorry I woke you". 

"Meh, it's your wedding day, I was drinking by 7am on mine - Mom had to stop me". She grins. "It's the whole getting down the aisle and saying the vows part that's nerve wrecking, but once that's over? Well, you saw the relief on my face". 

I actually did. 

I get back into bed and she settles down under the covers too. Across the room my dress hangs on the door in full view for me to see. "Hey". Libby whispers as she rolls onto her side to look at me. "You're gonna look amazing, it's totally you". 

It is. From the moment I put it on I knew it would be the one I'd see myself wearing. It's a long sleeved dress because to me that felt more autumnal, a delicate  lace high collar for the top part where as the skirt is a flowy chiffon. It's got a vintage touch about it which I love. I hate having my hair up, so it's going to remain down - laid back and casual which we wanted the wedding to be anyway. I don't want to be taking pins out of my hair when I'm tired later. 

"I hope so". Is all I whisper as we close our eyes and try and get a couple more hours of sleep before we have to be up and ready for the hair and make up artist. I'm only having Libby as a maid of honour and that's it. 

At 6.30 the alarm sounds and I drag my ass from bed and into the shower. Libby offers me breakfast when I emerge but I don't really feel like eating anything. 

"If you don't eat this croissant then I'm gonna shove it down your throat. I can't have you passing out on me halfway down the aisle". She threatens and passes me the croissant. I nibble at it, but soon discard it when she's not looking. The make up artist is here anyway so we're about to get started. 

"Just look at those leaves outside". Libby says. "The pictures are gonna be great, oh and look at the flowers!" She now shows me the bouquets that have just arrived. They're just what we wanted, and as I finally slip my dress on later - make up complete and hair done, I feel a little overwhelmed. 

Shit only gets real when dad comes in as it's nearly time. 

"All I'm gonna say is, thank fuck it's not Daniel". He smirks as I now laugh and nod in agreement. 

"Yeah...thank fuck". 

**

Security are all over the place, blending in. Megan is here ensuring that things run smoothly as well as Josh. No paps are getting in this place, and I feel safe in the knowledge that this will be kept under wraps. I'm not sure how I'd feel if it wasn't. Even if we only manage to get a year or two before the public finds out then I'd be grateful. 

Now as I walk down the aisle to where Chris is waiting for me, the nerves fade and the comfort hits, especially as I see him mouth 'wow'. Of course Scott is by his side and when I reach him he leans in. "You look even better than I imagined". 

We go ahead, say our vows and before I know, I have the ring on my finger. The ring I can't wear in front of my colleagues, and we're officially husband and wife. 

I'm his wife...

Wife. 

Fuuuuuuuck. It's actually real. 

"I finally got you, Tam". He murmurs as he steals another kiss once we're outside and everyone is congratulating us. 

"You've always had me, remember?" I tell him and give his nose a little tender tap. 

"I know but now I know I've got you for real. You've got my name, my ring". 

I smirk. "Both of which I can't acknowledge in public". 

He shrugs. "Is it bad that I want you to myself though?" 

"Come kiss your wife Evans". I pull him in and kiss him once more before our time is taken up taking pictures and mingling with guests before food and finally the reception. 

It's everything we wanted and more. I can only hope the same can be said for our marriage.