Happy Lowman Imagines

Its Your Love

Request: Happy imagine based on the song It's Your Love by Tim McGraw and Faith Hill.

You stared at the reflection in the mirror, looking at the beautiful girl staring back at you.
Your hair was braided elegantly around your head, make up flawless, a flowing white gown around you. Almost everything was perfect but as you stared into the eyes of your reflection you knew exactly what was wrong- what was missing.
Your eyes were sad, empty, almost.
A knock on the door broke your thoughts as you turned, your sister entered the room.
"You ready?"
You nodded and stood, the gown spilling out around you.
"You look so beautiful." Your sister smiled at you, reaching for your hands.
You squeezed her hands and smiled at her.
"Let's do this." You whispered.
Walking down the aisle, all eyes on you, you felt sick with nerves.
You stood at the the front of the church, staring into the dark eyes of the handsome man infront of you as he beamed down at you.
"(Y/n) (y/l/n), do you take this man, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better and for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, til death do you part."
A tear rolled down your cheek as you heard the words, the man before you squeezing your hands gently.
You looked into his dark eyes, as tears fell.
"I..I'm sorry. I can't do this."
You dropped his hands and gathered the gown in your hands, gasps echoing around you as you turned and ran down, the steps.
You met your mothers eyes as you ran and she smiled warmly at you, nodding understandingly.
You ran out of the doors, into the sunlight.
"Where to?" The cab driver asked you, a sad smile on his face.
"Teller-Morrow Automotive." You told him.
You gazed out the window as you drove away from the church, away from a man that loved you dearly. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you played with your hands.
You hoped he was there, it's been years since you'd seen him, years since he'd left you crying on your doorstep, pushing you away to protect you. But you'd never stopped loving him, you never would. There was something about him, something about the way he looked into your eyes like he was searching your soul. Something about his voice, you'd dreamed about that voice every night, dreamed about him holding you in his strong arms. There was something about the way he said your name, like it was a secret meant only for the both of you. Something about the way he laughed and ruffled your hair.
You ached for him, for his touch. God, you missed him. You hoped you weren't too late, hoped he hadn't moved on.
The cab pulled into the lot and you gave the driver the money, stepping out.
You took a deep breath and smoothed down your dress as you walked towards the clubhouse, thankful there was no one outside.
You threw the doors open and walked inside, scanning the room nervously.
All heads turned towards the girl in the wedding dress, mascara stains running down her face.
Happy stood, his mouth open as he walked towards her.
"What are you doing here, girl?" He asked you lowly.
You looked down at your feet, hands trembling as tears rolled down your cheeks.
"It's you, Happy. It's always been you."
He grabbed your hands, squeezing them as you looked up at him.
"I've been racking my mind these last few months, trying to figure out what's missing. My life was perfect, Happy. I had everything a girl could want. But it didn't feel right, a piece of me is missing. I tried, Hap, I tried to be happy with him, without you, but I can't. I couldn't marry him, I couldn't lie to him, to myself any longer. Somethings missing and I know what it is now. It's your love, Happy. I love you."
Happy cupped your face in his hands, staring into your eyes as he lent in and pressed his lips to yours.
"I love you too. I'll never let you go again, your mine now."