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cold feet

timothée's pov

"You okay?" Armie asked cuffing the right sleeve of my tux.

"Yeah." I cleared my throat.

"Don't lie to me." he moved onto the left one.

"I don't know...I'm just nervous, I guess."

"Cold feet." he sighed.

"What?"

"You're getting cold feet."

"What the hell is that?"

He finished my cuff and looked at me seriously.

"You're having doubts about getting married."

"I am not, don't be ridiculous."

"It's normal Tim, just go outside and get some fresh air," he looked at his watch "you only have five minutes."

I walked out of my 'dressing' room, and made my way to an exit outside.

"Shit." I groaned.

Despite being five minutes away from marrying my legitimate soulmate, I suddenly felt like I shouldn't be.

Maybe Armie was right.

My heart knows that I want to get married, it's just my mind and nerves that are trying to convince me that I don't. I paced back and forth, trying to steady my breathing and stop overthinking, just for a second, if possible.

"You alright?"

I looked around and saw y/n, just a few feet away, walking toward me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked quickly turning my back to her, "I'm not supposed to see you until you walk down the aisle."

She grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to look at her anyway.

"Not when something's wrong," she said "what's going on?"

I tried to get rid of what I knew was the disappointed look on my face, which is what probably gave away my internalized problem in the first place. Or maybe she just knows me too well.

"I'm scared you'll hate me after I say it." I shook my head and stared down at my shoes.

"I could never hate you, Timothée."

I took a deep breath. "I'm getting cold feet."

There was a brief moment of silence.

"Me too." she said quietly.

My head shot up.

"Really?"

"Yes," she teared up "and I don't know why."

"Don't cry," I said quickly wiping her falling tears away with my handkerchief, "you'll ruin your makeup."

"You still want to marry me too, don't you?" she sniffled.

"Of course I do."

I stuffed my handkerchief into my back pocket.

"Then why are we both feeling like this?"

"I don't know," I shrugged "I guess it's a normal feeling everyone has on their wedding day."

She looked at me with tear coated eyes.

"You know I love you, still."

"But I, still love you more." I said.

I pressed a kiss to her lips.

"Shouldn't we have saved that for the very end of the reception?" she laughed.

"How could I wait that long when I have you right here in front of me?" I smiled.

I took a step back and held her hand, giving her a spin. Her dress twirled and hair flowed.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, y/n."

"Thank you." she blushed.

We started another kiss afterward, getting lost in the moment and through the movements of our lips.

"Y/N!"

We whipped our heads to the exit I had just come out of earlier. Y/n's maid of honor was standing in the doorway.

"What are you doing?!" she shook her hands.

"Nothing!" y/n yelled back.

I grabbed her chin and turned her face to mine.

"Feeling better now?" I asked.

"I am."

"Let's gooo!" her maid of honor urged.

"Give me a minute!" y/n rolled her eyes and snapped back.

"Just go." I shook my head.

She nodded and I gave her a final spin.

"See you at the altar." I whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek.

Her maid of honor walked up to us, pulling y/n away from me by her arm.

"Thank you!" she said sarcastically irritated as she lead the way back toward the venue.

They both raced down the hall to meet with the rest of the wedding party who were waiting for their arrivals.

I laughed and sighed of relief knowing that we'd both be alright, despite what had just happened within the last five minutes.

"Tim!" Armie yelled from one of the windows.

I looked up at him and waved.

"It's time dummy! Get up here!"

I sprinted my way back up to the room, my heart filling with joy knowing that I was about marry the love of my life.

And I wouldn't want it any other way.