Speak Now [ A CARARRY x HAYLOR ONE SHOT ]

“This is literally the worst idea you’ve ever had Eleanor.” I whispered harshly my hands scrunching the material of my summer dress nervously peaking out the shaded passenger window of Eleanor’s cute little sports car. It was an unreasonably hot spring day and that was a rare occurence for this area according to every person we’d spoken to since this morning. Literally, the weather was the go to topic of the locals. It was rather repetitive after a while. Eleanor eyed me with her signature quirk of her left brow. She was wearing her shades but the brow had some sort of gravity pull that caused it to be visible above the rims of her shades. I had a childish temptation of reaching up and putting it back where it should be, hidden behind the lenses.

Bloody Eleanor Calder and her flawless goofy expressions.

“Taylor, you have sung about this exact situation before yet the very concept of ‘speak now’ doesn’t apply to you when it’s actually happening? When did you become such a chicken?” She asked me in a partial mocking way, reaching out to adjust my brunette wig. Today I was posing as Eleanor’s date as she had actually been invited to this travesty of an event. It was the only way I’d get past the amount of security that was provided and expected for a celebrity wedding. To stop gatecrashers or hysterical fans which were currently mobbing in front of the church.

I was the former but still, at least I had numerous connections on the inside. Louis and Niall were currently on stand-by if need be.

All I had to do was work up the nerve to get out of the car.

Which I couldn’t.

Was I really about to crash Harry’s wedding and ruin it?

Yes, I believe I was.

Because Harry couldn’t marry Cara Delevinge. Even his band mates could see that Harry wasn’t happy. Hence the rash decision to fly from where I was currently vacationing to England and travel to Harry’s home town.

This was insane.

If the paparazzi or anyone caught wind of the fact I was here, all hell would break loose.

I could almost read the headline now.

‘Taylor ‘desperate’ Swift crashes ‘ex-boyfriend’s’ wedding’

Maybe I was desperate. But I knew more than anything that if I didn’t go into that church and say something, I’d spend my life regretting letting Harry slip from my life. Harry and I were perfect and we’d fallen apart because we’d been too scared to show each other how much we’d meant to one and another. Too convinced by the random people who sent us hate on social networks because they believed they knew our lives better than we did.

Why did I let myself doubt one of the happiest relationships I’d ever had?

I was a fool to let Harry go. I was a fool to stand by and watch as Cara and he got all snugly. I was a fool not to respond when he’d tried to reach out.

But what if I was too late?

“Taylor I swear to god, if you don’t get out of this car in two seconds, I will use my defensive training on you!” Eleanor exclaimed from outside the passenger door. I hadn’t even noticed her get out of the car I had been so absorbed in my inner monologue.

I sighed squeezing my eyes shut and musing over my familiar lyrics I’d written about my friend’s Alison’s similar situation a couple of years ago. She’d been so upset when she’d found out he’d been getting married. Yet she didn’t do what I was contemplating doing. And she still sometimes regretted it now. I didn’t want to live with anymore regrets. Not now.

I opened my eyes and grabbed the door handle. “I am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion.” I sung quietly as I slid myself out of the car and Eleanor grabbed my wrist as we begun to walk toward the church.