The Best Man

Chapter 4: Taron

What had I done? I pushed my hands through my hair. The last thing I had wanted was to be all drunk and mad around her. I closed my eyes and images of last night flooded my mind.

"I just don't know what to do" I said to Richard who was sitting on the couch next to me.

Richard let out a breath "I'm sorry for you mate" he took a sip of his drink. "There is only two options really"

"Which would those be?" I asked him, raising my eyebrows in question.

He shrugged "Well either you tell her how you really feel about her" he paused and looked at me "or you move on".

I sighed "Great, thanks. I can't just go 'I love you, marry me instead of him, now can I'?"

"Why not?" Richard asked

I thought about what he said. He did have a point. I would have to be honest with her at some point.

"Yeah you're probably right. I should have been honest to her ever since I broke up with Emily" I shrugged.

"Exactly. She still thinks Emily broke up with you and not the other way around. And who knows, she might have deeper feelings for you then she lets on"

I huffed "I don't think so. She wouldn't be engaged and call him the love of her life then" It broke my heart every time she said that.

"Well from what you've told me" Richard didn't know Meghan that well "Meghan and James seem to be quite different. It's the similarities that count. And you and Meghan have a lot in common"

He had a point. We had the same taste in basically everything, music, food, art, lifestyle. That's how we became fast friends. But would that be enough?

I downed my drink in one gulp. "Here's to winning her over, eh?"

Richard clapped me on the back "You're the better man. Just show her" he poured both of us another drink and we clinked glasses.

Well, that plan had backfired. She was mad and she had every right to be. I wasn't a good friend to her and I actually would have to make her believe I was the right man for her? That would be a long and winding road.

I grabbed my phone and texted her <<I'm sorry about how I acted. I'm genuinely happy for you and James>> I shivered as I typed that. <<Can we talk?>>

I waited but no response came through. I would have to be patient and the best possible man I could be around her. She always brought out my best self, but I had been too jealous.

I showered and got dressed and flew out the door. I stopped at her favourite bakery to get some cookies and took the Tube over to her place. I could only hope James wasn't home, or I wouldn't have a chance to actually talk to her.