You Don't Have Me

Chapter 7

After that night things sort of went back to normal with Tyler. It felt right and wrong at the same time. You were enjoying it so much that it scared you. You were afraid that things would go back to the way they were, that you would let them. But, you ignored all of your fears and trepidations, because just being with him felt good.

You had finally gotten a rental car, a much nicer one than you needed because the rental agent wanted to impress Tyler, who accompanied you to your appointment. Usually, you would have gotten annoyed or joked about it, but you could see that Tyler was embarrassed enough, so you dropped it. And, he didn't want to do anything to push you away, not again.


But, even though you didn't need him to drive you anywhere, he still came with you to your doctor's appointment to get your stitches removed. He offered to hold your hand again, but honestly, you were fine and it really didn't hurt.

"So, I'll pick you up before the rehearsal dinner?" He asked as he held the door to the doctor's office open for you to walk out of and into the fresh Dallas air.

"T, you really don't have to come. It's probably going to be boring and long and you're going to have to get dressed up." You protested with him. He turned around to look at you, rolling his eyes. It wasn't that you didn't want him there, it was that you didn't want to deal with the questions that would accompany his presence.

"I want to go, (Y/N)." He said. "Plus, we both know how good I look in a suit." Now, you were rolling your eyes. The two of you had stopped talking, now arriving at where your two cars were parked side by side. It was like a standoff to see who would cave in first.

"So, I'll pick you up at like 5:30?" Tyler smirked.

"Fine." You sighed, rolling your eyes at him, again.

You should have known that even though the two of you agreed upon 5:30, that he would be knocking on your door at 5:15.

"We said 5:30." You said hurriedly, as you opened the door for him before running back up the stairs to finish your makeup.

"I'm just accounting for traffic!"

"What traffic? You live approximately eight minutes away from me!" You yelled back at him, as you could hear his unmistakeable footsteps climbing up the stairs.

"Do I need to bring a present to this thing?"

"To the rehearsal dinner?" You questioned sarcastically, stopping the application of mascara to your left eye before looking back at him through the mirror.

"I don't know." He defended. "Its not like I go to a ton of weddings."

"No." You softened. "You don't have to bring a gift to this, but you do need one tomorrow."

"I know that." He scoffed. "I'm not a complete idiot."

"You could've fooled me." You laughed.

Tyler walked to the doorway of your bathroom, a forced frown on his face. "Are you almost done?"

"Yeah, gimme one second..." You trailed off, before applying a light layer of lipstick and spraying your face with setting spray so no matter how many tears you inevitably cried at the speeches and toasts that would be made during the night, your makeup would stay put.

You walked past him, heading for the bench at the end of your bed, grabbing the heels and clutch that you had picked out to match your dress: a seafood green chiffon, mid-thigh length gown that ruched near your boobs, making them look a little bigger. Placing your heels on the ground you attempted just stepping into them but it was a lot easier than it looked, and you wobbled a little before Tyler came up and gave you his arm, helping to stabilize you.