Romantic One Shots & Imagines

One Shot # 7: Cold Feet

           There I am, in the white gown of my dreams. Hair tied up in an elegant bun. My grandmother's silver locket with a sapphire in the middle; I guess that covers the "something old" and the "something blue".

           I've never been so nervous in my life! The nausea starts to come on strong. I quickly lean on the dresser and I focus on steadying my breath. This is normal right? I am making a huge commitment that will effect me for the rest of my life. Why am I nervous? This should be...is the happiest time in my life! Then why do I feel like...

                                               "Are you alright in there?" Lauren asks. "I heard a bang. Why is the door locked?"

                                               "I'm alright." I say so low, its almost a whisper. I breathe slowly as I support myself against the wall. The reflection I see in the mirror, its someone I'm ashamed of. "I'll be out in a moment."

                                                "You sure?" She says with worry.

                                                "Mhm".

            I straighten myself up before leaving the room. Despite my big dress, I was lucky enough to escape the presence of my bridesmaids easily. With me being done, they were finally able to focus on getting themselves ready.

             Once in the elevator, I call Tom. He's my best friend; he'll know what to do. He'll know how to calm me down. Without many words, I convinced him to meet me in the estate gardens. I guess it was the shakiness of my voice. Whatever it was, I'm glad he agreed when he did. If I had to plead with him any longer, I probably would have cried, and I hate showing weakness.

             My heart races through my dress. Its the loudest sound in the room. I pace the ground, not caring if my dress got dirty.

                                                    "you know, I never want to hear you cry." His voice comes from behind me.

                                                   "I wasn't crying." I say, trying to inconspicuously wipe my face.

                                                    "Turn around." He moves closer to me. "Look at me."

                                                     I finally face him as his eyes turns to sorrow. "I wasn't crying before..."

                                                    "What's wrong? Aren't you happy to get married?"

                                                     "Of course I am..."

                                                      "But..."

                                                       "But...I dont know if I can do it now."

                                                       "What do you mean? You want to back out? Now?"

                                                       "I don't mean it like that. I want to marry you! Lord knows I want to marry you. I've been waiting so long for this---"

                                                          "Then what are you talking about?" He says, trying to conceal his growing impatience.

                                                          "I don't know. I just...I can't breath, I cant hold any food down, I'm sweating fuckin' bullets!"

                                                           "Calm down, hun, you're having a panic attack." He brings me into a warm embrace. "It happens to the best of us. As long as you're not thinking about leaving me at the altar and being a runaway bride."

                                                             "Well..." He gives me a look. "Do you want to run away with me?" Still looking confused, I continue. "Come away with me. Ever since we got engaged, everyone's been suffocating us and our decisions for the wedding. As much as I love them, I just want you; not them."

                                                               He looks at his watch. "Ceremony starts in 15 minutes," He looks back at me. "But they can wait. Lets take a ride to the court house!" He says with a mile long smile on his face. "Do you think you can fit your dress in my car?"

                                                               "I'll find a way." I say before standing on my tip-toes, despite wearing heels, to kiss him.

                                                                                       The End