The Princess and The Bad Boy (COMPLETED)

Chapter Forty Two: I Can't Help Falling In Love With You

Joel Brooks POV

"Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you, shall I stay, would it be a sin, If I can't help falling in love with you." Elvis Presley, Can't Help Falling In Love With You.

I had so badly wanted to watch her get married, but I couldn't stand to watch her smiling at that boy. He didn't deserve her, heck neither did I. But I wanted her, I love her.

And god, did she look gorgeous. Gorgeous doesn't even compare to how good she looked, she looked like a fucking angel. My angel.

When her hazel, brown eyes found mine, my whole world stopped. I wanted nothing more then to sweep her off her feet and kiss her, tell her how stupid I was, that I could never hate her and instead I loved her with everything I had. Which wasn't much, but that's beside the point.

So instead of watching her on the most important day of her life, I picked the coward's choice and left. I wanted nothing more then her to be happy, but it hurt to see her perfectly fine without me.

But hey, they all say you would even hurt yourself to see the love of your life happy.

It was peaceful down at the beach, there was no wind and the water was surprisingly calm. In my hand I held Rose's favorite alcohol, cherry vodka and the other was toying with her favorite flower, the beauty of rosemawr rose.

God how I missed her.

My mind replayed over some of the many memories we had shared together; dancing in the rain, matching our clothes and going shopping, nearly getting kicked out at the food store, going out to parties and dates, heck even at school when we may have done something in an empty classroom.

There were so many memories, but my favorite one was falling in love with her. That happened accidentally, it definitely wasn't planned or expected. But it was by far, my favorite. And I wouldn't change it for the world.

Unfortunately, I was interrupted by a soft voice saying my name. And that voiced I knew too well.

I turned around and faced her, and immediately felt the urge to laugh. There she stood, looking heavenly as always. She was still in her wedding dress, with her tiara and veil. She had a light pink color to her cheeks and her breaths were heavy, clearly showing she had ran here. Which again, made me want to laugh. My Rose was never a runner. Well she did run away from home, buts that an entirely different thing....

"What the fuck happened to you?" I asked with a light chuckle. I took another swig from the bottle and squeezed my eyes at the sour and strong taste. I felt the bottle leave my hand watched as Rose took a smaller gulp too, before emptying the remainder onto the now wet sand.

"I came to look for you." Rose stated as she took a step towards me. I raised an eyebrow at her, excited that she was voluntarily coming closer to me.

"Shouldn't you be kissing your fiancé?" I said in a bitter voice. Rose laughed and took another step closer.

"Do you really think I would marry him when I love you?" She asked with a small smirk on her lips. I went to reply, telling her I loved her back, but she immediately shushed me.

"It was all arranged, Joel. I would never willingly marry Kyle, I fucking hate his guts. I love you and I want to be with you, not him," My Rose stated hurriedly. "And unfortunately for you, you're going to have to be with me whether you like it or not. I know you still love me so don't act like you don't."

"I'm still the girl you fell in love with, baby. I may not exactly be 'Rose Anderson' but everything you fell in love with, was me. No words can explain how sorry I am for lying to you, and I will never forgive myself for hurting you like that. But I'm in love with you and that makes me selfish, so I want you back. I want everything we have back, Joel. Please, fucking please forgive me." Rose begged as a few tears slipped down her cheeks.