Meeting and Falling for Caspar Lee. (Caspar Lee Fan Fiction)

The Wedding.

The months that followed were very rushed. As Alice’s maid of honour, you helped her plan the wedding. Zoe suggested lilac wild flowers, Louise mentioned baby blue ribbons, the whole thing was coloured to perfection. You and Alice went for the dress one morning, and though you had allotted the whole day to dress selecting, Alice had decided in just under two hours. “Love at first sight” she hummed, stroking the dress up and down, “A bit like what happened when I met Alfie” she then giggled. You rolled your eyes.

Caspar was Alfie’s best man, but you didn’t really think that much was getting done. Caspar obviously had frequent hospital appointments, and Alfie didn’t appear to be that fussed arranging things, but then the day of the wedding came, and you saw how much you had been wrong.

In the morning, you and the other bridesmaids got dressed into your lilac dresses, and picked up your baby blue bouquets. Alice got in the oh-so-lovely and not to mention love-at-first-sight dress, and picked up her lilac and blue wild flower bouquet. You all squeezed into a small Rolls Royce and drove to the church that Alice’s grandparents got married in, before the whole family moved up north to Manchester. Everyone got out of the car, or rather, fell out of the car, and piled into the church. What met your eyes was unbelieveable. It was the last thing you had expected, and you certainly hadn’t planned it, meaning the guys must have done.

There were lanterns, blue and lilac (well violet actually, but at least they had tried) hanging from the high ceiling, how they got them up there was baffling, but before you could wonder too deeply, you noticed that every seat had the same colour cushions on them, with the guests name embroidered onto it as a thankyou for coming gift. They were lovely. Then, you saw the candles, on every window sill and letting off sweet fragrances. Alice started to tear up, but you smiled, and then she focussed her attention again, ignoring the tears for the time being. She could cry after she was married.

She looked down the the end of the church, where Alfie was stood in a smart suit. Caspar was stood with him, and you chuckled. How had they managed this? The organ started, and it occurred to you that you were half way down the aisle, trying not to tread on Alice’s train. Alfie hadn’t shaven, but was gorgeous. Caspar looked handsome too, and for the moment, as Alice and Alfie said their vows, you forgot about all your problems, all of Caspar’s problems, and focussed on your two best friends becoming Mr and Mrs Deyes.

The reception was also brilliant, the boys had set up the tables to perfection with candles and ribbons rather than the old cliche of poppers and sequins. Alice finally let this overwhelm her and she softly cried into Alfie’s chest all the way through the first dance, How Long Will I Love You by Ellie Goulding. Zoe and Louise were hugging, Dan, Phil and Em were humming along, and you and Caspar were sitting down, watching everyone have fun, smiling, as if you were already married.

The night eventually came to its end, and you and Caspar returned to an empty flat, as Alice and Alfie were staying in the reception venue’s honeymoon suite. “Success?” Caspar asked, as you sat on the bed in his room, taking your hair out of its grips and clips. You nodded. “Yes, success. When did you find the time to do all that? And the cushions! Everything must have cost a fortune!” you shrieked happily. Caspar chuckled. “Liam’s mum did them all, for free” he shrugged. “Her wedding gift to Alfie and Alice”. You smiled. “That’s sweet of her.”

Your lay back, head next to Caspar’s knee as he was sitting cross legged. Caspar leaned down and kissed you softly for a little while. “Did you catch the bouquet?” he asked. You chuckled and shook your head apologetically, “No, I don’t know who did” you replied, “Why?” you narrowed your eyes, looking up at him. Caspar shrugged. “No reason” he chuckled. “I just thought that maybe it could be us next time, when I’m done with my treatment” he mumbled. You leaned up to kiss him again, the room was dark and the smell of the candles had clung to your dress. “One day” you whispered happily.