One Shots|Evan Peters

Wedding|EvanPeters

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      The thick piece of paper in my hand seemed to weigh a ton. I stared at the delicate gold writing on the card, the wedding was in less than a week, and the horrible feeling in my chest wouldn't disappear. I always told myself, if it's meant to be, it will happen.
I guess I got my answer.
Evan was getting married, and there wasn't anything I could do.

I tortured myself repeatedly, rereading his wedding invitation a thousand times, probably hoping one day it would say otherwise.

       I declined the invitation, made up a feeble excuse as to why I couldn't go to my friend's wedding. It wasn't like the future Mrs. Peters liked me anyways. She hated how close Evan and I were, hated even more how he would stand up for me. I tried to convince him to let it go.

The day finally came around, I took my dog out on a walk, finding myself mostly looking at my watch, checking the time.

'The ceremony just started.'

'He's married now.'

'Their first dance.'

I walked and walked, finally giving up on this "distraction".
I walked down my street, spotting a silver car in my drive way.

My dog and I crossed my lawn, a familiar figure sat on my front porch.

"Evan?" I asked as we walked up to him.

"Y/n." He got to his feet, still dressed in his wedding suit.

"Aren't you supposed to be getting married?" I asked 

"I couldn't go through with it." He breathed.

"What are you talking about?" I took a few steps closer to him, "Why not?"

"I don't love her." He said simply.

"What?" I asked, trying to process his words.

"I'm in love with someone else." He continued.

"You seriously left her at the altar, Evan? How could you do that to her?"

"I'm in love with you." Evan ignored my questions and stepped closer as I scrambled for words, searching his eyes.

"Please say something." He begged lightly touching my cheek with his fingers, dropping his hand, and swallowing hard as he braced himself for the answer.

"I love you too." I breathed, the pain in my chest finally fading. Evan brushed a strand of hair away from my face.

"I knew it." He smiled, leaning into me, softly kissing my lips.