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8. It Should Have Been Me Part 2

Harry: Upon hearing those three little words slip from Harry's mouth, you did exactly what you had done the last time you had heard him utter those three small, but meaningful words; you ran. In the blink of an eye you were out of Harry's site. Pushing past your fiance, his concerned gaze meeting yours, you brushed him off discreetly and made your way for the banquette room door. When the cool night air hit your body, goosebumps formed on your skin- but you had a feeling it wasn't because of the the winter breeze. The image of Harry danced in your mind, his tear stained cheeks giving you a pang of sorrow in your heart. Before all of the madness- the break ups, the breakdowns, the heartbreaks- you had once pictured Harry being the one to slip the beautiful diamond ring on your finger. Subconsciously your fingers graze over the stunning rock that stood so apparent on your nimble finger. You hadn't known how much time had passed when you looked up into the night sky to see tiny snowflakes falling, and suddenly the very door you had escaped through was thrust open. Your eyes dart to the person rushing through, as they now stare at you with such an intensity, you find it hard to pull away. When you do, your eyes go right back to the glistening snowflakes, watching as they melt away quickly on your slightly warm skin. "I can't think of one good reason why we should be together." You answer truthfully, your voice quiet. "But I can think of a thousand reasons why we shouldn't be." You let out a shaky breath, hearing him do the same. Still facing away, you decide it's time to let everything out, to get all of it off your chest. "Being with you, it's almost like a game. Sometimes you make playing so damn difficult. But, there comes a time where it becomes more than just a game." Turning, you see Harry, his long curly locks are a mess, his cheeks tinted red. You almost can't suppress the small smile tugging at your lips. Once again, you feel yourself touching the new accessory on your ring finger. "Sometimes you have to either take that step forward, or walk away." You've become dangerously close to Harry's warm body, his eyes fixated on you, brows furrowed as he was so concentrated on what you had to say. "I could quit the game, Harry. I could turn around and walk away. But I love the playing field." You smile, slipping the ring off your finger, knowing very well that it didn't belong there in the first place. Harry's eyes widen, as he's just now catching on to what you've been saying. You smile slightly, feeling both sad and happy at the same time. You knew, deep down inside that Harry was the one- he would always be the one.

Louis: Your frozen in place as the wedding march sounds from the other side of the big wooden doors. You stare at the broken man in front of you, and wonder; how could you not of noticed? Louis was always there- even when John wasn't. Every happy memory you had, every little detail came down to Louis. He was always apart of you, always from the moment you two had met. How could you not of noticed his affection towards you? But then it clicked, your eyes growing wide. Maybe you had noticed, but you were so caught up in getting married and having the perfect life- your heart was clearly trying to protect you from something, until now, when realization had finally hit you. As Louis wipes his face on his sleeves, you're eyes are sure to be as wide as saucers by now. Dropping your bouquet of flowers, you grab your chest dramatically, feeling as if the corset you were wearing had maybe been tied just a little bit too tight. Louis mumbles a quick apology before allowing a few more tears to roll down his cheeks as he ran out of sight. Watching as Louis ran off, you were brought back to a much simpler time, and you tried to think of the last time you were genuinely happy. Years ago, you had mastered the simple art of faking a smile and lying about how you felt, but now, as you watched the man you always wanted but never had the courage to tell seemingly walk out of your life forever, you knew what you had to do next. Regaining your composure, you smoothed out your dress and looked down at the fresh flowers of your bouquet that lay in a heap on the floor. Surly by now your groom was growing concerned, and you knew it was only minutes before the music would stop and someone would come looking for you. Your heart thudded against your tight gown, and from that moment forward, things seemed to move in slow motion. With one swift motion, you pulled your dress from touching the floor and made a run in the direction Louis had just taken off in, leaving your friends, family and fiance with nothing more than the sad sight of your abandoned bouquet.