Josh Dun x Reader

Wedding Crasher

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 2845

Josh's POV

"I'm sorry, she's what?" I looked at Jenna in disbelief.

"Getting married, Josh. It's not a difficult concept."

"To who?"

Last time I had checked, Y/N wasn't even dating anyone. Now out of the blue she was getting married in a few weeks?

"A guy she met at work. They started dating around a year ago."

"Why didn't you tell me she was dating someone earlier?"

"Because it's none of your business, Josh. You're her ex."

"You knew!"

"I'm her best friend, of course I knew!"

Tyler walked into the room, obviously disturbed by the amount of noise that Jenna and I were making.

"What's going on in here?"

"Y/N is getting married in a few months and Josh is upset about it," Jenna calmly explained.

"Oh yeah, I knew that."

"You told Tyler?" I asked incredulously.

"Tyler was there when she told us."

I leaned back on the couch and stared at the ceiling, exasperated.

"I need to do something to stop this."

"Josh, it's not your place," Jenna said.

I turned to Tyler, hoping that he would back me up. He shrugged.

"I don't think that's a very good idea, man."

"You guys don't understand. I need to do this."

"Why?" Jenna asked.

I sat up so that I could look at her properly. She needed to understand that I really meant what I was about to say.

"Jenna, our breakup was never meant to happen. We were both exhausted and emotional, I was about to leave for tour and we had stayed up too late the night before just trying to spend time with each other. We were having a long discussion about the future and she mentioned how hard it was when I'm away and then I threw breaking up out there without really meaning it, but we talked about it and thought it was a better decision for both of us. I didn't mean it, that was the last thing I wanted. It really hit me the next day, but Tyler and I were already on the tour bus hours away from home and it was too late. When I got back, she had taken the little things that she always left at my apartment back home. That was the last time I saw her, and I've regretted it ever since."

"Isn't there a...less destructive way for you to go about this?" Tyler asked.

"When is the wedding?"

"About two weeks," Jenna answered. "Which reminds me that I need to get my dress picked out."

"Not if I have anything to do with it," I mumbled.

Tyler walked over and took a seat next to me on the couch, "Josh, are you really going to go through with this?"

"Don't you think it seems fishy that she met this guy just over a year ago and they got married this quickly? She told me that we had to be dating for at least three years before we even thought about getting married."

"Maybe it does, but this is her life. Not yours. And I'm not going to support you barging into her life and trying to ruin her wedding."

"Fine, then don't. But I need to talk to her before she goes through with it."