Final Part

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by funkystyles

by funkystyles

"I'm... sure he'll be here soon enough..."

The hot summer air is enough to make me distracted from all the chatter around me; my mum by far was the worst. And the best. And I can't really blame her, she got a day out of her hospital care, and her daughter is getting married. Oh, if only she knew she would also become a grandmother soon enough.

She trails off to talk to Emma, both of their voices squeaking with excitement, while I walk with my dad towards the building. "So."

I smile as I look up at his already smiling face, "So."

"It's your big day."

"I know."

"How do you feel?"

"I don't know," I sigh, rubbing my arm in an attempt to calm myself. "I'm... I still can't believe it. Maybe I'm so happy that I can't even register the fact that I'm so happy."

Dad chuckles, "I'm very happy to hear that." A silence follows before he says, "You're not doing this because... you have to, though, right?"

I gulp at the frown on his face, my hand immediately going over my stomach; but then again, Ashton had the ring even before he knew anything, so I can't really say the baby was the actual reason. "Uh... no?"

"So you're not doing it because you want to fix your relationship? I noticed both of you were really... on edge after you woke up and remembered nothing, I was sure it would be a breaking point for him."

I sigh in relief, but nevertheless his words bring me a bit of uneasiness. "No, dad, don't worry," I squeeze his arm and give him a tight smile, "we're alright now. I promise."

"You promise?"

"I swear."

"Good," he kisses the side of my head, right as we reach the door of the building. "I like Ashton, but I'll have no problem beating him up for you."

I giggle, mum and Emma joining us so we're walking in together. It's weird telling people 'yeah the groom will be here any minute now,' and standing by myself with the man who's soon enough going to ask me if I take Ashton for my husband. My parents and sister are sitting in front of me, all three looking at me all excited and proud, and suddenly I feel like I'm in a fifth grade play.

Suddenly heavy footsteps echo through the large room, someone running along the marble floor, and my heart drops as I'm almost certain Ashton is the only person crazy enough to act like a madman in front of people of the government. The steps become louder and, sure enough, he appears around the corner, black pants and black shirt with the sleeves pulled up, even a tie hanging loosely around his neck, and he stops in his tracks when he sees me.

I smile widely at him, grinning like an idiot as he does the same; his eyes don't leave mine as he walks towards me, his bandmates catching up to him in a hushed conversation. They sit on the opposite side of my parents as Ashton marches up to me, barely acknowledging the minister as he grabs my face and gives me a deep kiss that makes my knees buckle. Mother is of course the loudest of all, I can hear her laughs and cries well over the sound of the guys whistling and cheering for Ashton.

He pulls away, his smile not faltering and, without any words, takes a step back to stand on the other side of the minister, still holding my hands with his. I don't know about him, but everything about the past few days feels like I'm watching myself while astral projecting – by the looks of it, though, and the fact that we can't get one single coherent word out, I'd say he feels the same.

"Dearly beloved-"

"Wait!"

Brief laughter erupts as I turn to my sister- of course she forgot something.

But as she scurries over to give me my bouquet with an apologetic smile, I realize that I too have forgotten something. Man, I'll be lucky if I don't forget my own name with the state I'm in.

"Dearly beloved..."

"You should be in the papers."

I look over to Emma, ungluing my eyes from Ashton and the guys; the ceremony has ended, but we're all still standing in front of the city hall, my parents calling family, the guys talking to each other with giant smiles on their faces. Ashton had given me as much time as I need to say goodbye to my folks, as everyone already knew I'd be going with him after all of this. Him and the guys. To the airport. To God knows where.

Not that it bothers me, anyway, nothing about this day or this life has felt real ever since I signed that piece of paper with Lucia Irwin.

"Why?" I ask with a laugh as she inhales the scent of my bouquet- of course she insisted I toss the bouquet and of course she had to catch it. Then again, no one but her was really eligible for it, anyway. "Local dumbass gets married after all?"

"No," she scoffs, "Local dumbass wakes up from coma, remembers nothing, falls in love with her boyfriend all over again and gets married within three months."

I bite my lower lip as I watch the side of her face, completely clueless and unassuming as she sniffs the lilies in her hands. I can't believe I managed to pull this off. Everything that I did, lying about my amnesia, it was for some sort of redemption, and even now that I've proven that I can be a good person, that I am a good person, that I can make people genuinely happy, I still don't know what awaits me. If there is a heaven and a hell, would I go to heaven for trying to make up for all the mistakes I ever made, or to hell for the way I redeemed myself?

"Hey." I snap out of my daydream, turning my head to the sound of the voice – and see Ashton on my other side, smiling down at me, one hand in his pocket and the other reaching for mine. "You ready?"

I squeeze his hand back with a nod. Some things are better left unsaid.

if you told my 17 yr old self that i'd be 22 when i finished this story i would've been like twenty two???? zwei und zwanzig that is not a real age lmoa but here we are my beloved