"Bloody hell Dylan, it's my wedding day for gods sake, can't you just act like act like a girl for once in your life!" I froze when I heard my sister's high pitched yell. I needed to get my mind off something so I had started kicking a can around with my six year old nephew. I had actually been having quite a lot of fun until my sister had interrupted me and also reminded me of the one thing I wanted to forget. The wedding.
I glared at my sister"Well I'm wearing a fucking pink frilly dress, what more do you want from me?" Instead of listening to her blow up at me I ignored her and continued to kick the can to Jeremy.
"Great! my nineteen year old sister would rather kick cans than help me out out on the most important day of my life." All the other bridemaids were rushing to 'her majesty' and were frantically trying to comfort her.
"Stacey darling, everything is going to be aright, just ignore her," one of the snott bridesmades said, sending a glare my way. I just rolled my eyes and kicked the can as hard as I could.
"The only thing keeping me sane right now is knowing that I'm going to be the wife of Oliver Cooper in a few hours." My sister's mention of that name literally made my heart stop. I glanced at my sister and stared at her proud and happy face. This was all to much. I immediately walked to the door and escaped that hell hole.
I freed my bright red hair from the horribly tight bun they had put it in. It came flowing down my shoulders and I slumped down onto the floor. I literally couldn't breath. I couldn't do this. I couldn't stay here and pretend to be happy for my older sister. I just couldn't.
I drew my knees up to my chest and buried my face in my knees.
"Dylan..." a familiar voice said. I knew who it was and I didn't want to look at him so I kept my head buried in my knees. I heard him move closer and then felt a pair of hands gently lift my head up. He was crouched down in front of me and his hands had moved to cup my cheek.
My eyes met beautiful green ones.
"Ollie..." my voice cracked. I couldn't do this. "Oliver, please just leave." I broke eye contact and looked to my left. His hand dropped.
"This is so fucking messed up."
My eyes snapped back to his. "And who's fucking fault was that," I snapped. His face filled with guilt and he ran a hand through his beautiful black hair.
He suddenly grabbed hold of my hand. "I know I messed up, I didn't deserve you Dylan. I knew I couldn't have you... but I had to have you." His hand moved up my arm and found it's way to my hair. He buried his fingers in my hair and moved my head closer to his so our foreheads where leaning against each others.
"Ollie... you're getting married... to my sister," I said, stating the obvious.
He rubbed the back of my neck. "I know... but I just... I just need to taste you one last time."
"Ollie, don't-" I was interrupted by his lips crashing down on mine. I should of pushed him away. I should have stopped him. Instead, I kissed him back. I let his arms wrap around my waist and hug me tightly.
Well that's simple. I was in love with this man. I had falled for the one guy I couldn't have. I still couldn't seem to let him go.
I wished I could go back to six years ago and change everything. Change that day.
The day I met Oliver Cooper.
A/N: I know I should be updating Shoot Me Now, but this is just an idea I came up with so I thought I'd post it up. My exams finish in three weeks so I should have a new chapter of both stories then :)