Love Me {Sequel To Last Hope}

Chapter Thirty Two-James Dean & Audrey Hepburn

"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." - Wuthering Heights

T E L L I E

A lot of things happened. Time passed, things ended. And as everything went on, everything seemed to come together. I kept seeing Caelin a complete secret, and Eidee obliged because apparently I had improved Caelin's mood by at least thirty percent. I don't understand how it happened, but after a few months, I was officially classified as a professional dancer. I performed almost weekly. Weird gigs I guess. X-Factor shows, Ballets. I did part time dance teaching. I had become my own worst nightmare. I was the dance teacher. If I had told my eight year old self I would end up teaching little girls ballet, I would have screamed and hid under my bed.

Zach's fame grew more and more. With every month the more C.C.Z jumped the charts. Until suddenly there was nowhere left to go. They weren't overtaking any records left by One Direction, but they were getting close. I had never seen Zach happier. His dreams where coming true, and I was there to watch it all.

We made our first payment on our house in April. It took us longer than expected to pick a house, but finally we did. It was in North London. Only a couple of streets away from Dad and El actually. It was my least favourite part of it. The house was three stories house. It wasn't long, so it wasn't to big. There was five bedrooms. Four bathrooms. Wooden floors and back stairs. Archways with engravings over the top; beautiful things. I loved the house more than anything. The front garden was small, but beautiful. Blooming roses and grass a dark green it could have been from the country side. White fences, and a gate so pretty it looked like a fairytale. We hadn't moved in yet, but as of this morning, all of our boxes had been moved in. There was all the new furniture we had bought together was there. And the bed was made. A giant silver like canopy. New eyptian sheets. Lilac bed covers and a mountain of soft silk pillows. And maybe there was my stash of things like hand cuffs, and that in the room. The bedroom was beautiful. The light spilt in through the glass doors of the balcony. There were two balcony's on the third floor. One in the master room, the other on what we had made the library.

It was April thirtieth. Better known as my wedding day. I hadn't expected to get married at nineteen. But i was to in love to want to wait.

My dress was short. It reached my midthigh. It was a light lilac; so light it looked white with a thin layer of purple lace. It puffed out a little from the waist out; the top was a sweetheart neckline. And sleeves on my shoulders; more thin layers of lace. I had typical wedding high heels; shoes as amazing as Cindetella's. My hair was in some weird mixture of braids and a polly anna. Vlonde curls fell down the sides of my face. My makeup wasn't much different. Just more expensive and more powdered on than usual.

The wedding was being held as suggested; a castle. The garden was overgrown with white. Hanging flowers; surrounding trees and log seats. Hope and Clary had succeeded in turning mt wedding into twilight. They even had me walking down the aisle to A Thousand Years.

"You ready?"

I was to busy staring at my bouquet. A mass of wildflowers that matched with the ones in the aisle. I looked up briefly; enough to catch my father's eye.

"Yes." I said it without hesitation. This was different to my first wedding experience. My hands weren't shaking. My legs didn't tremble. And i didn't feel sick. And nobody else looked on edge. Everyone was happy. The room had been filled with people. Hope, Clary, and Eleanor. Xavier and Cam. Liam, Niall, Harry, and Zayn had all come in. They weren't how they were at my first wedding; when i was hugged it was more of a happy for me kinda thing, not the feeling of this may be the last time I see you like this.