Band Imagines

Kellin Quinn

A/n So I actually found some number prompts on tumblr, and my friend gave me the prompt of "Tell me, did you even love me?" and I made this with it. Anywho I hope you enjoy. {still looking for requests}

I walked in the room, all eyes on me, but mine landed on the love of my life.. He was wearing a beautiful black tux, with a golden tie. I liked the gold and black color combination, especially for a wedding, it was untraditional, but I loved it. He gave me a small smile and a reassuring wink. I blushed looking down at my feet as I walked next to my best friend, Kellin Quinn. "Congratulations, Harley" He whispered leaning into my ear. I smiled at him as I took my place next to my future husband at the altar, mouthing a thank you. I looked at the man standing before me, and I felt at home. He gave me a big smile as the officiant started reading the normal spiel.

We got to our vows and that's when it all went to hell. I watched as my, now ex, fiance started to laugh. So much so, that he actually doubled over, and he was red in the face. I looked around the room seeing that everyone was just as confused as I was. "Ahh, this is great" he said finally standing up straight and wiping the tears from his eyes. "I'm... not, sorry... to announce this, but, this was just a fucking joke, a bet really" he started. "Babe..." I trailed off. He scoffed at the nickname, "I bet my friends that I could get the ugliest chick to want to marry me, and, ha, I did it" he exclaimed. Ugliest? Am I really that bad? My eyes were watering as he went on laughing and dancing about. "Tell me, did you even love me?" I choked out, he just chuckled and shook his head.

Within seconds I had thrown my bouquet on the ground and ran out of the venue. I was sure that I looked like a hot mess as I ran to the street, hailing a cab. Even the cab driver looked at me like I was crazy, and I don't blame him. I told him to take me to the furthest hotel from the venue and he gave me an empathetic look as he started to drive. It took all of about five minutes before he decided to ask me what I was doing in a wedding gown, crying on a beautiful saturday morning. I sighed getting choked up at the thought of what had happened, I was so embarrassed and completely distraught by what happened. I took a deep breath as I started to explain what had happened.

"Well, I was at a wedding, um, m-my wedding" I stuttered out, the cabby looked at me through the rear view mirror and gave me a reassuring smile, letting me know that he was listening and that he wasn't judging me. "Uh, well, apparently the whole thing was a joke. He made a bet with a few of his friends that he could get the ugliest girl in the bar to marry him, and I was that girl." I paused trying not to break out into sobs again. I quickly recomposed myself. "Aww, I'm sorry, but, if it's any consolation, I think you're beautiful" He said,giving me a warm smile through the rearview mirror. I whispered back a small thanks before turning to look out the window.

When we finally showed up to the hotel, I went to pay the driver, but he refused saying it was on him. He said that, after what I just went through, he didn't want to take a cent from me, saying that I should save up all I could. He told me he had gone through a divorce before, and that he wished he would've had more money set aside, he said if he had he wouldn't even be a cab driver. I quickly thanked him and turned to walk into the lobby of the fairly nice hotel. I went up to the receptionist, she held up her finger, netting me know that she would be with me in a second, due to the fact that she was on the phone with someone. The lady looked flustered, and it sounded as if she was having an argument with the other person on the line. "I'm very sorry ma'am, would you like a room for two?" She questioned looking me up and down, obviously assuming that I was on my honeymoon with my husband due to me still being in my wedding dress. "J-just for one" I stuttered out quickly. She gave me an empathetic look before nodding and turning to the computer and typing. She had asked for my name, how long I thought I would be staying, how I would be paying, and all that great nonsense.

It took a little while, but eventually I was given a room, I had requested that a bottle of vodka be brought up to my room, and she agreed, saying it would be up asap. I gave the lady a small thanks and a sad smile before heading up to my room. After finally getting to my room I flopped onto the bed face first, letting out a loud sigh. I sat there for a while just thinking of everything that happened the last three years of my life. It started with me meeting a guy at a bar, then it just got better from there, or so I thought. I was so wrong, it only got worse from there, I wasted three years of my life on him. I cried some more, until I heard a knock on my hotel room door. I got up grabbing the bottle of vodka from the employee muttering a thanks before slamming the door shut again and setting the bottle on the bed. I quickly stipped out of my wedding dress, leaving me in my under tank-top and shorts, I threw the dress into the corner of the room, not wanting to look at it.

For the next few hours I drank as much of the vodka in the bottle as possible, whilst making sure that I didn't over do it. I stayed there doing the same thing for the next few days. Get a greasy breakfast, take some aspirin, start drinking at three in the afternoon. It was a good system if you ask me. On day five there was a frantic knock on my door at about four in the morning. I groaned and pulled myself out of bed, heading to the door. I yanked it open glaring at the person standing outside of my room, snapping at them. "What?!" I growled. "God, you look awful, when was the last time you showered, or were sober?" Kellin's soft, concern filled voice rang through my ears. I just whispered a 'sorry' and retreated back into the room. Kellin followed in after me, softly shutting the door behind him.

He spent the next few hours bathing me, catching me up on the latest news, and giving me a proper home cooked meal. "I want you to come live with me, just until you can get back on your feet, I don't want you sleeping on couches and in your car, or in random hotels where no one can get ahold of you" He rambled on. I just nodded letting him continue talking. I love Kellin, he's my best friend, and he takes care of me. He sees me as a little sister, and he always wants what's best for me. Kellin is my one and only confidant and I wouldn't have it any other way.