Try - Sequel to Let Me Love You

Chapter 19

*Sarah’s POV*

Today was the day. Today was the day I had to get married to Zayn. I couldn’t back out, even if I said no. I would still be forced to sign to marriage license. I truly was stuck.

I was wearing a ballgown type dress. Jade picked it out for me because I refused to go dress shopping. Why even try to look nice if I was being forced to get married? I saw no point in it at all.  If I was ever going to be married, I wanted to choose the man.

The dress was beautiful to say the least. I knew that I would be getting backlash for it though. It’s not what people would say was traditional. The top had sweetheart neckline, was fitted and silver. At the hip, the silver changed to white. And throughout the entire dress, there were black lines of flowers. (side)

My jewelry was minimal. I had on long, dangly, black earrings. My makeup, on the other hand, was very dramatic. My lips were a pink color and my eyes were very dark. My hair was done up in a french twist, and it was pinned with a black lily.

Ironically, the colors of the wedding were gold and purple. I was supposed to have purple accents. Anyway, that’s what the 500+ guests were told. You're in for a surprise motherfuckers.

With all my black, I wanted to make a statement. You can’t control me. I’m full of surprises. This will not be a smooth marriage.

My dad was banging on the locked door, begging me to let him walk me down the aisle. But I decided that I was going to have Nate walk me down; he has been such a big part of my life. I wanted to control a single part of my wedding. And here it is.

“Sarah, it’s me,” Nate called out through the door. I walked over and unlocked the door. My dad stood there with his mouth open.

“You’re going to let this, this druggie let you walk you down the aisle but not your own father?” He lashed out at Nate.

“Father, go sit your sorry ass down with my ‘mother’ and get off our cases. Because if you forgot, I’m a fucking druggie too.” With that, I sachased past my father and around into some little pocket thing that you wait too like go get married.

We’re in a church. How original. Something about how a fresh start with god in my life could make a difference. Whatever helps you sleep at night.

“I’m really sorry about all of this Sarah,” Nate told me, “But the gang and I are always going to be here for you. So you don’t have to worry.”

I laughed. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure Zayn is going to be all ‘no more smoking or partying or drinking young lady’” I lowered my voice to try to mock Zayn. It didn’t go over so well.

Nate shook his head. “Never try to mimic me, okay?”

“Promise.”

So I thought the wedding was going to start soon, but boy was I wrong. I was just standing there for like, 10 minutes. And then some whore that was my bridesmaid was late, and then the priest past out and oh god. My feet really hurt. I was standing in one place for half an hour in 4 inch heels. I was dying.

Jade was my maid of honor. Lemme say, I was was going to make both her and Jackie maids of honor but thats where my mother and my soon-to-be-mother-in-law said no. I was so pissed. Jackie waved it off, saying she still hoped she was in the bridal party.

She is. No one wanted to have any of my punk friends at the wedding, because it was being televised. Screw you Zayn with all of your fucking fangirls. But I locked myself in my room getting high until they agreed that they could come. But the rule was, they couldn’t cause any problems and they had to be invisible as possible.