#crashers

“Taron you promised me you’d be there!” You were almost heartbroken at the fact that your best friend wasn’t going to be with you while shopping for your wedding gown. He had made a promise that he would try his best to take sometime off of filming but that wasn’t going to happen. The crew and producers were in a tight schedule; which you knew was more than likely to happen but you still had hope he would be by your side. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t make it but here’s my surprise… I’m paying for the dress. So go crazy and have a ton of fun! I will be there at your wedding to walk you down the aisle. Nothing is going to stop me.” He said on the other side of the phone. You couldn’t help but start to tear up, this was so much more than you had expected from him. He had no idea how much that meant to her. “You’re crazy, T!” But before she could even say ‘but’ he had interrupted. “Don’t even dare. Your mother is already aware of this situation as well as the boutique you’ll be shopping at. They agreed to remove all price tags so you won’t turn anything down.” It took you a while before you got yourself together and managed to thank him. “I love you, Y/N.”

“Y/N finally I found you!” It was Taron standing against the doorframe while you were looking at yourself in the mirror trying to make everything look absolutely perfect but somehow it wasn’t happening. The dress you were wearing wasn’t what you had dreamed of but when everyone started to tear up, especially your soon to be mother-in-law, you couldn’t help but to say yes. “Taron!” You jumped with joy as you collected a bit of the dress and ran to him. He met you half way and before anyone could say anything you were engulfed in his warmth and scent. Oh he was wearing the cologne you had gotten for him on his birthday; goodness if it wasn’t for him hugging you tight you’d melt. “You’re here. You’re really here!” “I am and if you have a minute mind going for a walk?” He questioned when he finally moved away enough to gaze down at you. “T, it’s like five minutes until I have to be walking down the aisle, can it wait?” He simply shook his head and you knew that it had to be important if it couldn’t wait.

The two of you began to walk into the garden that was between the church and the rooms where you had been assigned to while you got ready. It was hard to walk when you weren’t comfortable in the dress you were wearing and he picked that up faster than you could imagine. “You still look beautiful. Not what I imagined you in…” He said as he nudged you and finally you looked over at him. Even though you knew that you would’ve been livid had those words come from anyone else you couldn’t help but laugh. “Shut up… Everyone was crying when I walked out wearing it. I figured it was the one.” “Do you think he is the one?” His inquiry caught you off guard. Why on Earth was he asking you this? “Yes, I think. Taron I’m about to marry this man.” You say as you both came to a stop and faced each other. He was quiet as he studied your face and moved his gaze down to your dress. “I don’t think he is. I really don’t think he’s the one.” You didn’t realize it but you had taken a step away from him which earned you a saddened look. He reached out and grabbed both of your hands as he began to gently brush his thumbs across your knuckles. “Y/N don’t hate me. I wanted to tell you this sooner but with the movie… and the fear…” He trailed off. “I just I don’t think you should marry him. He’s not the one for you.” You couldn’t find your voice. He had months to tell you this, his reasons why he believed it but he had held back. Why? Why didn’t he feel like he could confess this since maybe even the first time you had told him about the engagement?

“What are you talking about? Taron, do you not want to walk me down the aisle? I won’t be too mad just be honest.” You were lying. You knew that if he flaked you probably would never talk to him again. “I love you, Y/N. You aren’t supposed to be marrying him. I’m the one that should be there waiting for you at the alter.” Your eyes widened. You had imagined one day the possibility of the two of you dating but you always feared that it would ruin the relationship you guys had. Then again, he was always talking to you about some of the girls he’d work with and how much flirting would go on on the set. You figured he always looked at you like one of the guys, someone he could always count on and someone that he could trust. “You’re.. kidding, right? This is a test.” Your hands started to shake and with that he pulled you close to cup your chin. “Tell me you don’t feel the same way. Tell me that those late nights, sleepovers and that one drunken kiss meant nothing.” He was so close you could feel yourself become a little lightheaded due to his cologne and possibly this confession. “You remember that?” Your voice was just a whisper. “Like it was yesterday.”

The two of you had been at a party with his friends to celebrate his birthday. All you remembered was the bonfire and all the alcohol you guys had taken. Everyone else was either swimming or dancing around to the music they were blasting but not you two. You guys were sitting next to the fire, you between his legs and your back against his chest while his arms were wrapped around your small frame. He was wanting to keep you warm since you had forgotten a sweater back in the beach house y’all had rented. The both of you were laughing none stop until you moved your head back against his shoulder and had a better view of him. The way the shadows moved across his face and the way it lit his green eyes made him look sexy which you had no idea you had said out loud. “You think I’m sexy?” He smirked as he moved his hand to lightly trace your jaw. “No…?” It was then that he leaned down to meet your lips. They were so soft against yours you didn’t believe what was happening at that moment. It took you but a few seconds to respond and finally returned his kiss. Of course it was cut really short when you heard his friends start to cheer you guys on, “About damn time!” One had said.