Cry (SE Oneshot)

-A WestxTamara Fanfic-

April 21, 2012

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Being a bridesmaid at her own mother's wedding was something Tamara Cromwell hadn't pictured in a lifetime. Sure, there were moments that she envisioned her mother settling down with her longtime American boyfriend, Tom, but she never actually thought it would happen.

Which lead her to love. It was a maddening thing that made her insides jump. She had seen the true nature of love months ago when she caught West kissing a girl in an empty classroom. Tamara was adamant to the theory that she and Theodore West were in love with each other. Her foolish theory had been butchered almost instantly. Anyone though could've seen Tamara's mother and Tom's unyielding love for each other and almost instantly Tamara learned that they had trust, something she had too much for West and West had none for her.

In the weeks that followed their breakup West had been consistent in bothering her nonstop, relentlessly begging her to talk. Tamara's heart was broken enough and she didn't have the willpower to even hear his name. The last time she remembered West trying to talk to her was during a footy match but Elliot had been quicker than her in a response and threatened West if he had come a yard near Tamara she would castrate his balls.

"Tamara?" the wedding planner, Martha asked breaking her out of her reverie. Tamara glanced up at her sheepishly and reminded herself it was her mother's wedding, it was selfish to think of something that was in the past.

"Yes?" Tamara answered; she took a deep breath, as she knew soon it would be her turn to walk down the aisle. It was about a quarter into the bridal song and from the amount of times they'd rehearsed walking down the aisle Tamara knew the bridegrooms, which consisted of Charlie Knox, Tom's American eighteen-year-old nephew and Drew his coworker at his firm.

"Be ready to follow your aunt when I say so, and remember to smile brightly," Martha reminded her. Suddenly the doors opened and Martha gave her aunt Helen the okay to go. Behind Tamara stood Micah with Layla, who was one of the two flower girls and Josh with Charlie's five-year-old sister, Meghan.

Tamara's stomach knotted as she looked down the aisle, some familiar and unfamiliar faces looked back at her. Conspicuous green eyes stood out from the crowd stood out and Tamara felt her heart skip a beat. She shifted her gaze from that person's way. The person had eyes just like West's, bright green irises with blue specks. Tamara ridiculed the idea West couldn't be at the wedding, she was thinking too much about him.

"Tamara, its your cue," Martha instructed. Tamara forced her planted feet to walk down the aisle, her legs hurt with every step she took with the pencil heels. She forced herself not to cross glance at where she thought she'd seen the green eyes and smile like she'd been practicing in the mirror for weeks.

Tamara made the mistake of peering to Elliot whose facial expression was contorted with bewilderment and anger and in that moment her smile started softening and her legs felt numb. Elliot had just confirmed it. The boy who had broken her heart months ago was in the very same room as her right now. But how? She recalled West's family being well-known maybe they'd have connections with Tom's side of the family.

Tamara in a spur of the moment steadied her slipping smile and forced herself to look at her aunt Helen. Her grasp on he bouquet of lavenders tightened, like she was holding onto it for dear life.

She had no time to worry about being in the same room as the arsehole.

She nearly made it without pausing all while feeling West's smoldering gaze on her body. Tamara took her place next to aunt Helen and steadied her gaze at Micah who was now walking down with Layla. Her heart was hammering in her chest endlessly.