The majority of this story will be in third person Ian POV. Now, onto chapter 1!


Ian laid in bed, feeling sick to his stomach. Exactly 2 months to the wedding. Considering he had been invited 3 months ago, it seemed extraordinarily close. He was not only involved in every planning of the damned thing, but Amy constantly was texting, emailing, and calling him, asking him what to get, what to wear, and in the end Ian went along with her to buy whatever they needed. Why, because he was a glutton for punishment and couldn't say no to her.

He dragged himself out of bed and to the bathroom to shower. The hot water cascaded down his back, singeing his skin and burning his bones. It felt wonderful. It was something he did every morning, trying to wash his love of Amy away. But that never worked. He knew it wouldn't, but he could try, couldn't he?

Ian sighed, frustrated. There had to be a way to fix this. Separate Amy and Evan, then get Amy to fall in love with him. He knew that you couldn't force someone to love you (Hello, Phantom of the Opera anyone?), but maybe he could reawaken the lost feelings... Almost hopeless, he knew that, but there was always hope. Ian groaned. Why had she affected him so much?

Ian knew what he wanted, and he wanted Amy. But he didn't want it. He didn't want to have the feeling inside his heart, forcing it to beat faster every time he so much as saw her, let alone talked. It made him weak, it made her a prim victim for his enemies, and he hated it. But the worst part was that he was forced to love it. It was strange. He hated loving her. It just never clicked together evenly. It was uneven and wrong, and the emotions were at war with one another. Eventually one of them would win, and love would probably win. He didn't hate her, but he hated loving. Hated having a weakness.

Ian got out and dressed, trying to think what that day held in store. Was today flower searching, food sampling, or dress shopping? He pushed it out of his head, deciding he wouldn't think about it until he had breakfast.

After popping some french toast sticks in the toaster, Ian poured himself a cup of tea. Even after leaving England, he drank his tea daily. Dan often teased him about it, and he responded with some sarcastic comment about his collecting habit. Dan, while extremely annoying and childish, was sort of his best friend. He was always popping by for either food or video games or something of that category.

Dan was also the only one that knew about Ian's thing for Amy. Which was kind of nice, because Dan wasn't that big of fan of Evan ("He's too smart, doesn't eat junk food, and never played Ninja Master with me. Not even once! At least you do," Dan had explained). Dan had tried to cheer him up when he first got his invitation with video games, sodas, junk foods, some sort of alcoholic beverage, ice cream, and some sort of sappy movie. THat only resulted in Dan getting a sugar rush.

Dan did his best to try and separate Amy and Evan but that didn't work. Amy just ignored him, as usual. Sometimes Ian wondered if maybe he was just meant to watch and love Amy from afar, watch her be happy. A cruel punishment for him. Sick, twisted, and just plain awful.

Ian ate his breakfast and did his daily routine. Brushing his teeth and the likes. He did the same thing every morning, except whenever he wanted to mix it up. Which only happened on days he needed to be especially fancy.

Ian darted out the door and checked his phone Today was flowers. He was going to meet Amy at the first of probably many flower shops. Fiona's Flowers. Already he was dreading it. If his allergies kicked in, that wouldn't be fun for anyone.

He got there right on time, actually a minute before Amy and Evan arrived. He faked a smile. "You ready to sniff some flowers?" he asked, smirking. Something he had never really given up. He'd been a smirker too long, it was too late to stop.

"Actually, I need to go visit my sister, she needs a sitter. I'm just here to drop Amy off," Evan replied. "Would you drive her home, Ian? Please?" Amy elbowed him, then shook her head.

"I told you, I could've driven myself!" she scowled, but smiled in the end. "Would you, Ian? It would be doing me a huge favor." Ian nodded, then shrugged, try to ignore his racing heart. Several flower shops all alone with Amy. Now it didn't seem so bad.

"Sure, no problem. But you guys owe me a second slice of wedding cake," he teased, stomach dropping as he said it. Evan laughed, then nodded.

"Bye, sweetheart," Evan said, gently kissing Amy on the cheek. Ian stood by awkwardly. He couldn't even hate Evan that much, he was a gentlemen and took care of Amy. He didn't hurt her, which, in the case of Ian not dating her, was all he could ask for.

Evan finally broke away, nodded a final goodbye, then drove away. "Come on, Ian. We have flowers to search for," Amy said, entering the store. She always got straight to business, a trait Ian loved.

"What are we looking for, exactly?" he asked, examining the various flowers. The owner was obviously a flower hoarder. Flowers covered every inch of the shop, the walls, the floor, the counters, the ceiling, basically every surface possible.

"Well, white roses, pink roses, red roses, and tiger striped roses," she listed off, brow furrowed.

"That's a lot of roses," Ian remarked. "Are you trying to bury us all in them?"

"Well, it's a flower we both love. Plus, they're beautiful. And they smell nice!" she defended.

"No, I have nothing against roses, I love them. They're actually my favorite roses, the tiger striped ones. But that's the point!" he argued. Yes, men could have favorite flowers. They just didn't admit it.

"Tiger striped roses are my favorite too," Amy responded, smiling. "I didn't know that about you. And, yeah, I know it's a lot of roses, but they look nice together." Something fired up in Ian's chest, but he ignored it. It was nothing more than a coincidence, no? He refused to let himself think into it too much.

"How may I help you?" asked a perky cashier.

Ian tuned out the conversation after that, bored. Sure, he was with Amy, but he hated all that sort of stuff. They were in and out rather quickly, which was nice. About an hour and a half, actually.

"So, what do you want to do now?" Amy asked as they left.

"Ice cream?" he tried. Amy laughed.

"Why not? Bess's?" she smiled.

"Two strawberries with strawberry syrup, chocolate bits, chocolate sauce, and whipped cream?" Ian rattled off, and she nodded vigorously.

"You know me so well," Amy grinned. "You know exactly what I need when I need it!"

"Well, we've known each other for 15 years, of course I know you!" Ian said. They drove to the ice cream shop and ignored the stairs as they ate their cones. "Want to go to dinner? You need stress relief after all this amazing wedding planning. Evan is lucky to have you." Ian didn't want to tarnish Evan in Amy's mind. Besides the fact that he was dating the love of his life, he was a cool guy.

Amy opened her mouth to respond when her phone buzzed. She held up a finger and mouthed 'Evan' before picking it up. "Hey, how was sitting?" she asked. "Really? Meet me at home. Bye, Evan." Amy sent him a smile. "Evan made reservations at a restaurant by his sister house, he said he'd pick me up at home. Thanks for the offer Ian, but another time? Saturday?" Ian nodded.

"I'll drive you home," he offered, but Amy shook her head.

"We've asked enough of you today, I can walk. A little bit of exercise after that ice cream would do me some good. Thanks anyways!" Amy said, leaving the cost of her ice cream on the table then running away. Ian paid his and left.

Saturday. He couldn't wait. Only he had to get through Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Days filled with wedding plans. If he didn't jump off a cliff from helping her plan her marriage to someone else, he would use Saturday to keep him sane.


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