Mal and Harry: Together, we can do this.

Chapter 15

"Mal, I promise, if you don't get up right now, I will not hesitate to throw you into an ice cold swimming pool." Evie warned, her hands on her hips, and Mal groaned, before choosing to continue ignoring Evie, knowing fully well Evie wouldn't do that, lest she mess up the texture if Mal's hair for tying up.

"Uma~" Evie called, and Mal instantly shot up. Evie was for real this time, so Mal got out of bed quickly and went to wash her face. "Seriously, Mal, it's your wedding day and you're so unwilling to get up! Explain this logic to me, please." Evie muttered, and Mal glared at her, "Then explain to me the logic of waking me up at 5 AM IN THE MORNING?!"

"Okay, I might've been a little too excited..." Evie trailed off upon seeing Mal's glare, and she gave a guilty smile, "Okay, maybe not just a little." Rolling her eyes at her hyper best friend, Mal finally tied her hair up into a messy bun, and Evie squealed, "Okay! Let's get down to work!"

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Harry stood outside the reception nervously. Yes, it was just minutes away from the moment of his life, yet why did he have an unshakable feeling of worry? His smile gradually bending into a frown, Harry picked up a cup of wine placed on the table, and watched as Carlos rushed over, seemingly excited for the reception. Until he heard Carlos gasping for air, and Harry knew at once that something went wrong.

"Harry! Mal...s-she went missing!" Carlos was struggling to breathe, and Jay came running after, "Hook! She's missing! When we went to find her, the room was empty, the sheets were messy, and the bedpost was badly scratched and burnt!" Harry was stunned, disbelief in his eyes, and Harry began to jog, then slowly, he broke into a run, his leather shoes echoing of the marble tiles as he ran towards her room.

There. The room, looking like the after math of war. Evie and Jane standing there, horrified, while Lonnie was flipping all the debris by herself, trying to see if Mal left any clues behind. But there was nothing. And Harry was shaking his head as he backed away. "No...no, NO! Mal is going to be fine, isn't she?" Harry looked at Jay the Lonnie, then everyone else in the room, and Evie slowly shook her head, "I'm afraid that we must expect the worst..."

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HIIIIIIIIIIII I'M FINALLY BACK AFTER SO LONG I'M SO SORRYYYYYYY.

So I ran out of inspiration to keep this all fluff and happiness (I'm a pessimist sry) so I disappeared for a while, and after some thoughts of maybe even deleting this book, I decided to return and make a few twists to it. So pardon me if it's suddenly not as happy endings go, and uh as always, I'll make short chapters because sometimes I'm really just stuck...

And I promise that since I have returned, I have decided to not delete this book, so yeah, although it'll be slow updates, this book will still be here.

Z, out.