Oneshots

Falling In Love Again (Herophine) - Part 3

3. Crash a wedding & 4. Write letters to each other to open in ten years

"I got you something." I say as I come out of our – my bedroom. Hero watches me from head to toe. I'm wearing a midi lavender dress, my hair is curled and I have some light make-up on my face. It's time to crash a wedding. And last night, I was trying to sleep, but I couldn't, so I decided to also write the letter.

"Oh... wow. You look amazing. Lavander looks good on you."

"Thanks." I blush and I feel some flutter in my belly. Nope. No. It's not possible to fall in love with him again.

"Oh... the letter?"

"Yeah. Couldn't sleep last night."

"Me neither." He says as he takes out an envelope from his suit jacket.

"Well, we have a wedding to crash."

"If they ask, what our name?"

"I'm Lila Smith and you are my fiancée, Paul Suarez."

"Are you serious? I have a Mexican face?"

"Who cares?" I giggle.

We arrive at the venue, a charming little garden hall with fairy lights twinkling above the tables. Guests are chatting, laughter spilling into the warm evening air.

"Remember the plan?" I whisper, clutching my clutch bag.

"Smile, nod, look like we belong," Hero says, smirking.

We slip past the hostess, pretending to be distant relatives, and make our way toward a table with empty seats. The couple's wedding playlist hums softly.

I glance at Hero. "We're actually doing this. I feel like teenagers sneaking into a concert."

"Exactly. And you look way better than any teenager I've ever seen," he whispers back, and my stomach flutters again.

Halfway through the appetizers, a small hiccup—an aunt squints at us. "Excuse me, aren't you..."

Hero leans in, whispering: "Lila Smith and Paul Suarez, remember?"

I nod, heart thumping. The aunt buys it, muttering something about long-lost cousins, and walks away. We both exhale, laughing quietly.

After a while, we sneak outside to a quiet garden bench. I pull out my envelope and hand it to him.

"For the letters?"

He nods, carefully sliding it into his pocket. "I'm saving it. Ten years from now, we'll open them and see if we're still this ridiculous."

I grin, feeling a warmth that isn't just from the summer air. "Deal. And we're not cheating on the list. First dancing in the rain, now crashing weddings... we're actually doing it."

Hero takes my hand briefly, holding it like a promise without saying it out loud. And for a moment, the wedding, the guests, the future—none of it matters.

We linger on the garden bench a little longer, just the two of us. Luna, of course, isn't here—she's safe at home—but I can't help picturing her little ears twitching at the sound of my laughter over the hushed garden.

"I can't believe we actually did it," I whisper, squeezing Hero's hand. "We're ridiculous."

"Yeah," he says with a grin, brushing a curl behind my ear. "But in a good way. I missed this. Us, doing stupid things together."

I glance at him, heart skipping. "Even if we're... separating?"

He gives a half-smile, half-sigh. "Even then. It doesn't erase everything we've built. Or what we feel."