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     from where he was sitting on the bed he had the perfect view of the bathroom; more importantly he had the perfect view of emily getting ready in front of the mirror. she was b e a u t i f u l. he didn’t know what he did to deserve her-- always having a poor outlook on himself-- and knew he wasn’t good enough. “damn baby, you look so good. where you going dressed like that? ” he smirked. his eyes moved up and down her body from head to toe. “why don’t you come in here and give me a closer look...”

dorian wasn’t really sure how to act around her anymore. in all honesty, he never really knew. their relationship was a scam to the public and also to them, sure he’d been in love with his best friend at the time he enjoyed getting to know her. thought maybe if things were different they’d be good together but he was too scared to cross that imaginary line. “you look like you’ve been doing well.” he said after he took a sip from his drink, looking around at all the people that were starting to fill the room. 

if i get one more 3 foot infant louis fcs after one of my dom harry fcs i’m actually putting a gun up my own ass

“--babe, i know that you’re tired, but this is one of the most important games of my life, you have to go.”

“so basketball practice was bullshit.” he whined as he entered her place. “but some food would make it all better.” he grinned slightly.

“ hm, no noel i look like an idiot. ” she steps out of the dressing room, hiking up the dress a little so she wouldn’t trip. never in a million years did the girl see herself dress shopping for her own wedding. the idea of marriage never seemed to be a prominent thing for her. yet here she was, on dress number seven and a headache that’s been pounding since dress number three. “ this is hopeless. i’m just going to walk down the isle in sweats and a hoodie. ”

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