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Chapter Fifty

TAYLOR (P.O.V)

"Lila, you need to calm down." Muttering I grab the bridesmaid dress, hanging it on my door.

"How can I calm down? My wedding's in five hours! I can't calm down! Not now!" she yells, pacing around the room with the phone close her ear.

"Who are you calling now?"

"Mom! Duh!" I sigh, watching her pace around the room wearing her wedding dress. Lila literally woke me up at seven in the morning, because she wanted me to pick the wedding dress up with her. Sadly, and somehow, the dress doesn't fit. 

Now, I'm not being rude or anything, but I laughed when I found out. We then returned back home, and Lila tried on the wedding dress yet she couldn't zip the back. So she got me to zip the back, and that didn't work either. So now, she's now panicking and crying, oh and she's calling mom. Yay...

"Okay, mom's coming in twenty minutes. Everything will be fine. Right?!" she asks me.

"Um... yeah, don't worry. Everything will be fine," I mumble the last words. And this, lady and gentlemen, is why I will never get married. Stay single kids. Stay single.

"Why does that sound like a lie?!"

"Because it is?"

"Taylor!"

"It's not my fault you got fat!"

"What?!"

"I mean--"

"Don't talk! You're making it worse," she cuts me off.

"I just mean that you might've gained a bit of weight Lila. It's normal for a bride since you're under lots of stress."

"Who said I'm under stress?" she says in an angry tone.

"Um, everyone?"

"Ugh! I'm fine!"

"Are you?" I ask her with a raised eyebrow.

"What do you think?!" she shouts at me. Holding back a laugh, I try to be serious at this moment, for Lila. I mean it's not my wedding, yet I know this is what my sister has wanted for a long time, so I guess I have to be serious about this. As I'm about to say something I hear the doorbell ring, which that means my mother's here. Lila runs to the door, the best she can without tripping on her wedding dress.

"Lila, what's wrong?" I hear my mom's voice enter the house.

"Mom my wedding dress doesn't fit!" Lila cries out.

"Did you gain weight or something?" my mother asks. I then burst out laughing, loving how my mother actually thinks the same as me.

"Why do people keep saying that?!"

"Lila, sweetie calm down. I can fix it. I am a fashion designer of course," my mother says. "Oh hi Taylor." I wave at my mom, sitting on the couch.

"So, how are you gonna fix this mom? I mean it is a freakin four thousand dollar wedding dress. Not to mention the entire dress is lace," I tell her, not knowing if my mother will either ruin the dress or actually ruin it even more.

"Don't worry about the dress Taylor," my mother tells me as she looks through her bag.

"Oh, I have an idea on what you should worry about Taylor!" Lila says with a smirk. "You need to go to the wedding venue I booked and find this guy who's doing the flowers. Tell him I do not want roses in the vases that are being placed on the tables, I want Anemone purple flowers."

"Wait, what?" I ask her in confusion. What the hell are Anemone purple flowers anyways?

"Anemone purple flowers Taylor!"

"Where the hell is he going to find those type of flowers under four hours Lila?!"

"Don't worry about it! Just go and find him!" I stand up in shock, yelling at Lila in anger.

"How am I supposed to find him?! I don't even know what the guy looks like!"

"Just ask anyone who's there alright?!"

"Ugh, why did you leave this all last minute Lila?!"

"Don't yell at me!" In seconds her car keys are being thrown to me, which I easily catch. "Now go!" I sigh, flipping her my middle finger, I leave the house, walking to her car.

"Stupid Lila who can't do anything right in this crappy life. And worst of all, it's her wedding day today!" I say, backing out of the driveway, to the stupid wedding venue. Thankfully, I know where the wedding venue is because Lila took me there yesterday and showed me around. 

Sadly, she got mad at me when I fell asleep on one of the chairs. Almost near the wedding venue, I turn on the radio, wanting some music to fill in the quietness of the car as I drive. Humming to the song Ocean by Khalid, I start singing the words of the chorus.

"You could put an ocean between our love, love, love. It won't keep us apart. You could build a wall, I would run it up, up, up. Just to get to your heart," I sing along with the song, loving the soft melody and how beautiful the words fill the car. As the song finishes, I almost change the radio station for another song yet I stop as I hear Ryan Seacrest on the radio.

"The song Ocean by Martin Garrix feat. Khalid is a fantastic and beautiful song for the summer, and also when you are away from your beloved ones. Just know that wherever you go, even the ocean can't keep love apart. Love doesn't stop kids, it follows and waits. I'm Ryan Seacrest and you're listening to Virgin Radio!"

"Even the ocean eh?" I ask myself, even though another song is now being played on the radio. Not even paying attention to the song, I repeat Ryan's words inside my head, remembering the day I left Florida to go to Paris. 



Amy Sparks

#75 in Romance
#23 in Young adult

Story about: love, romance, teen fiction

Edited: 01.03.2019

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