SnowBaz Oneshots

Beautiful Name

*Baz's POV*

Today is the day. The day that Simon becomes mine once and for all, and I become his. In only hours I will be married to Simon Snow. Well, soon to be Simon Snow-Pitch. I'm sending in front of the mirror in my dorm. Simon is back at his our flat, Bunce wouldn't let us see each other all yesterday, last night, and all today till the wedding. She at least let us call each other last night to say goodnight, and because Simon begged her because he missed me. I miss him too, have to admit. But it will be worth it when I see him walk down the isle. We decided that he would be walking, well, we didn't decide, I didn't want to and Simon was so excited when he found out he could. Micah, Niall, and Dev walk in as I finish buttoning my dress shirt, grabbing my vest from the chair beside me. "Hey, bro. How you feeling? Any cold feet?" Micah says with a pat on my shoulder. "Not at all." I say confidently. They all start grabbing their suits from off my bed. "Is there any news from Simon?" I ask nervously and to no one in particular. They all start laughing at my worry, but Niall is the one to settle my nerves. "He is getting ready. The same as you. Miss Bunce keeps calling us to make sure we all know where to go, what to do, and when to do it. Crowley, she won't leave us alone." He complains. I chuckle, knowing that sounds exactly like Penelope Bunce. "Hey! She just cares and doesn't want anything to go wrong!" Micah defends. Dev laughs at him, a deep chuckle that sounds like gravel being scraped against metal. We all make light chatter, finishing getting ready, when I get a call on my cell. I look at the name, expecting it to be Bunce, but see Simon's face and look around the room to see if anyone has noticed. They haven't. I slip into the bathroom, locking the door so the guys can't hear, nor see, me talking to him. I'm really not suppose to be, strict rules were given yesterday morning to myself, Simon, and all my groomsmen to not let us have any contact with each other. "Hello?" I say as I answer the call. "B-Baz?" I hear Simon's voice shake. What's going on? Is he okay? Does he not want this? Cold feet? "Simon, what's wrong?" I say with as much casualty as I can muster, which isn't that much. "I-I do-don't know." He answers. 'This is it. He doesn't want to get married. It's too soon. He isn't ready.' My mind states. "Is it the wedding?" I barely have a voice when I ask. I shouldn't have got my hopes up. Simon wouldn't want to spent the rest of his life with me. I'm a monster. "Y-Yes. It's j-just th-that, uhh, I-I'm s-scared." Simon stutters out. "Why?" I wonder. "T-There is go-going t-to be a lot of pe-people. T-They will stare." Relief washes over me when he says this. "So you still want to get married, yes?" I ask, just to make sure I'm understanding right. "Yes! Yes, of course. B-But all th-those people w-will be watching me. I-I'm scared. M-My head hurts and I feel like I'm about to throw up. I-I just thought that, umm, I just wanted to talk to you." I smile to myself, feeling warmth run over me, and think of a plan to make Simon feel better. "Meet me by the bench we sat at when we looked at the venue. I have to go before the guys get suspicious. I adore you, Love. See you in a few hours." I say as I hear a knock on the bathroom door. "Y-Yeah. Okay. I love you, Darling. I'll meet you there. Goodbye." Simon says, more joy in his voice than before. I hang up the phone, shove it in my pocket, and walk off of the restroom like nothing ever happened. When I step out I see Micah, Niall, and Dev all lined up, arms folded, and knowing expressions on their faces. "What took ya so long, Basilton?" Dev asks with a smirk on his face and a teasing tone in his voice. "One shouldn't ask another what they were doing in the restroom. That is very rude, Dev." I say turning back to the mirror to start on my hair. "Yes, that may be, but we got a call from a very irritated Penny saying that she lost Simon. Then a text saying she found him as soon as you walked out of the restroom, Basil. Care to explain why you both happen to leave and come back at the exact same time?" Niall interjects. Great, I'm about to get a huge scolding on my wedding day. How perfect. "Maybe we talked, maybe we didn't." Is all I grant them. Niall huffs and mutters that I'm a bloody prick. "Whatever, you twit. We may not say anything about it, but you jut wait till Penelope sees you. She won't just let it go like we will." Micah warns. "I think I can handle it, Micah. I did live with her for four years." I say. He huffs again and starts to shave off the stubble on his face. Dev follows his lead, but Niall starts to do his hair, not caring about his facial hair. Suddenly Micah's phone starts to ring loudly, him scrambling g to wash off and pick up the call. "Hello? Yes. Yeah, he is right here. Okay. Love you too. Bye." Is his side of the conversation as he hands the cell over to me and mouths that it is Penny. Great, here we go. "Yes?" I start out innocently. "I called to tell you that Simon wants you to leave your hair down. No gel. Although, I don't know why he didn't tell you when he was just talking to you. Yes, I do know about that. Don't do it again, or I will make your wedding day the worst day of your life. Got it?" Okay, I know that I'm suppose to be a sauce bloke, and I usually am, but hearing Bunce's voice as she threatens me makes my body go rigid. "Yes, of course. Tell him I won't gel my hair. Goodbye, Bunce." I quickly hang up and toss the cell back to Micah. He laughs at my fear, but he knows how I feel. Anyone who has ever met Penelope Bunce knows how I feel. She is a scary witch. Literally. I look in the mirror again, seeing that I already started to do my hair, so I go to the kitchen sink and wash it all out. "Aww, do you have to start all over for your wuv?" Dev teases. I send him a death glare, successfully shutting him up. "If Simon wants my hair down, I will where my hair down. Now shut up, you git. We only have two hours left till the wedding. And it takes half an hour to get to the venue, so please stop talking and get ready." I demand. As I realize it's only two hours away, my heart starts to race. We, mostly Bunce, have been planning this for months now, and it's only 120 minutes away. I'm glad I get to see my fiancé in less than that, not that anyone knows. And no one can find out, especially Simon's made of honour, she would kill us both. "Is someone getting nervous?" Dev chides. Niall elbows him in the side, but Micah laughs. 'Twits. All of them.' My mind states. The next hour goes by fast, too fast. I get more anxious as I finish getting ready and we head to the car. "Guys?" I ask as I take the passenger-seat and they all climb in, Micah driving. "Yes, Basil?" They all chorus. "You have the ring, right Dev?" I ask my best man. "Yes, for the bloody millionth time, yes. I have the ring, we grabbed the tickets for the honeymoon, we already called the limo for when you guys leave. And everything else is taken care of by Penelope. It's okay, bro. Calm down." Dev says from behind me, an exasperated sigh leaving him. 'Everything is taken care of. Everything is taken care of.' My mind chants. I try to believe it.