The Worst Best Man | h.s. fanfiction

Chapter 13

Harry was driving to the bridal shop while I was sitting in the passenger's seat, hyperventilating. None of this would've happened if I didn't do that damn prank on Cindy! The bitch deserved it though, but Arabella doesn't deserve to not have a wedding dress! I was going to try to find a replacement dress for her.

We went to the first bridal shop we saw. I rushed inside and went to an employee.

"Hi, do you happen to have a wedding dress that looks like this?" I asked the employee as I pulled out my phone and showed him the picture of Arabella's dress.

"Yes, we have the exact one. I'll show you." Just as he was about to lead us to it, the phone to the store started to ring.

He immediately answered. I was panicking and Harry was trying to calm me down. The employee then hung up the phone and gave me a dirty look.

"I'm sorry, but unfortunately I cannot give you a dress."

"Says who?!" I yelled at him.

"Ma'am, please don't yell."

I then grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him close to my face. "Listen, my best friend is getting married and I screwed everything up. I need that wedding dress!"

"Get your hands off me!" He exclaimed, grabbing my arms and pushing me off of him.

I then noticed that he had a name tag that said 'Phil'. "Phil, I will do anything for that dress!"

His face lightened up and a smirk grew on his face. "Anything? Well, ya know you're not that bad looking."

I gave him a disgusted look as he walked closer to me. "If I give you the dress, maybe you can give me something back?"

Just as I was about to call him out, Harry stepped in front of me. "Hey, back off."

"Who the hell are you, punk?!" Phil rudely yelled at him.

That's when Harry got really close to his face, making Phil cower. "I'm her boyfriend, punk."

My eyes widened in shock. What the hell was he doing?! Phil lifted an eyebrow at Harry, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Are you now?"

"Yeah, I am." Harry said before turning to me, grabbing my face, and kissing me.

Holy shit! He was kissing me! This guy must've really pissed him off. I couldn't help it when I started to kiss back. He then wrapped his arms around my waist and forced my body closer to his, causing my hands to clench onto his shirt.

I heard Phil yelling at us, trying to get our attention, but we just kept going. I wanted this guy to see what he'll never get because he was such a douchebag. Harry and I then separated and I looked at Phil who had a shocked look on his face.

"Well, now that you've seen how overprotective my boyfriend is, can you please show me the dress before this gets worse?" I told Phil with a smirk.

He rolled his eyes at me. "Whatever."

He then showed us to the dress and luckily, it was Arabella's size and it was at a good price. Harry and I paid for it and were about to leave when Phil stopped us.

"Hey, at least I'm not like your boyfriend here who screws older women."

It all made sense now! Cindy was the one that called the store and told them not to give us the dress. I looked over at Harry who was red in the face, looking like he was about to explode. Before he could choke Phil, I decided to say something. I got real close to Phil's ear and whispered, "At least he's actually had sex before."

And with that, I walked out with Harry behind me. I got in the passenger's seat of the car while Harry got in the driver's. He had not started the engine yet, so he was probably going to say something or was waiting for me. I then spoke up.

"Harry, why did you do that?"

He looked at me, puzzled. "Do what?"

"You know what! It was way over the line."

"You kissed me back didn't you?! Why can't you just except the fact that you still love me and I'm crazy about you?"

My eyes widened. I looked down and bit my lip. Harry then grabbed my hand causing me to look up at him.

"Avery, do you still love me?"

I looked down at our hands. They were intertwined, fitting perfectly together. Of course I loved him, but all I would do is screw everything up. I wanted to tell him how I felt, but all these fears kept stopping me. I didn't deserve him, I didn't even deserve Arabella. I ruin everything, they deserved someone better than me. I then released my hand from Harry's and tried not to cry.

"We got to hurry back to the church. We don't want to be late for the rehearsal."

~ THIS WAS SUCH A HOT BUT SAD CHAPTER! Anyways, I start school today (it's 2 in the morning lol) and I'm so not ready for a new semester *cries in French* ~