Logan

31. Can't Help Falling In Love

*Damien's POV*

It was about 2:00 before I was able to go to sleep, last night was a blast up until everything happened with Logan and Natalie. I felt a fierce protection and loyalty to her, and I didn't want her to be in distress because of something I did.

I was a bit startled when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Natalie sat on my bed in the same yellow dress from the rehearsal dinner, but my outfit still hung up on the wall.

"Hey stranger," she giggled. There was something about her, a happiness I'd never seen before.

"Did you and Logan have a 'happily ever after' last night?" She giggled, the blush from her face was so clear. I feigned an 'ew' before finding my phone. It was 8:00 am, and morning was pouring in from the small basement window.

"Don't be bothered why I'm in a good mood, today is our day. Ready for the wedding?" She handed me a water she'd brought down with her. I nodded, taking a huge gulp before saying another word.

"How many of these songs do you know?" She scrunched her face a little bit.

"I have sang five of them, but as for the other fifteen songs...um, I have never sang out loud to another person." Natalie's eyes wandered to my chest, before she looked away quickly. I heard her clear her throat as she grabbed my outfit and threw it to me. "Here, get dressed and meet me upstairs in ten minutes."

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*Natalie's POV*

Stop looking at him like that, Natalie. I couldn't help but see his chest and immediately think of the similarities between them. Damien's hair was darker, nearly black, yet Scarlet was naturally blonde- it was some kind of weird thing that happened in Irish families. I could see his eyes so clearly in the morning light, the cinnamon glinted...

When we finally made our way to the studio, I loaded us with water. I saw Damien's hands moving for the coffee pot, but I smacked them out of the way before they could get closer.

"Aww, please, can I have coffee now? I'll be a good boy and I won't drink coffee during the reception." His smirk was mischievous, and I couldn't trust it.

"No, we're singing for almost six hours, water only until all the guests are gone and there's nothing left of the buffet." He let out a groan as I poured out the rest of the pot. He patted my shoulder with a reluctant, "Fine."

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Rehearsal went by so fast. Ellie and Frank had urged us to sit in on their special day, so we were at the back, a sunflower crown on my head and Damien sported a sunflower pin.

The wedding photographer watched everyone file out one by one until she spotted us.

"Aww, you two are adorable. Stand together, this is for the scrapbook."

I felt a blush, "We're not together." She shrugged, waving her hand for us to pose. I felt his hand move from my back to my side as he posed behind me. He put his hand over my brace, hiding it with his own. His fingers entwined with my hand, pulling me closer to him. I looked over my shoulder, his cheek almost touching mine.

"Natalie, move your hand this way." He positioned his hands until they were just right, and I heard the clicking of the camera. She stopped and came up to us, pushing a few buttons until our photo was in view. Our photo looked so strange, almost vintage.