*Note: This takes place in season four. Alternate universe. Juliet and Mason never existed. This is just after the Wizards of Waverly Place Movie. Alex is seventeen and Justin just turned eighteen. Harper knows about magic. She's dating Zeke, who doesn't know. Any questions? Please PM me or ask them in a review. I do so love them so please send me some!

What Hurts The Most?

By: Fate's Apprentice.

"What hurts the most: saying something and wishing you hadn't, or saying nothing and wishing you had?"

Chapter Four:

A Royal Wedding

"Oh My God! What are you guys doing?" I hear Harper's shrill appalled scream of a question. Justin and I immediately pull away from each other and are on opposite sides of the couch in seconds. We lock eyes.

One word: Fuck

"Uh… nothing, Harper. We weren't doing anything!" Justin's voice cracks from the lie and I face palm.

I sigh and shake my head. "Really, Justin? You cant lie to save your life, I swear." I look over to Harper who's standing stalk still in the doorway, her face white, confused, and apparently trying to come up with an excuse as to why her best friend was making out with her own brother.

I take a deep breath. "Close the door, Harper. Come in. Sit down. Don't say a word."

Justin and I both clamber to our feet. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and I cant help but smile.

God, he's so adorable. And all mine too, if I can just convince Harper not to have a heart attack.

We both watch as Harper heads over to us after shutting and locking the door behind her. I take a step to the right, leaving her room to get to the couch. She sits down, mind still reeling, gears still churning.

Justin locks eyes with me, in a low voice he says, "We can wipe her memory." he offers.

Harper looks petrified. "No! Don't you dare use magic on me!" she glares at Justin.

I shake my head and rub the back of my neck with a sigh. "No, that wont do. Harper's my best friend. She deserves to know the truth." I take a breath. "Harper, I'm in love with Justin."

"Alex!" Justin hisses, apparently not agreeing with my decision on how to handle this. I give him a look and he shuts up.

Harper blinks a few times, digesting this bit of information. She stands up in front of me, eyes roaming over my face, apparently looking for something, but I have no idea what it is. "This isn't some joke, or prank, or test?" she asks.

I shake my head.

"You're serious?" she questions.

I nod again and take another breath. "I'm in love with my brother. I'm in love with Justin Russo." I confess again, looking her in the eye.

Apparently, she find what she's looking for because she gives me a slow nod of her head and collapses onto the couch. She looks to Justin, "What about you?" she questions with a tired voice.

Justin looks torn for a brief moment as his eyes wander over Harper's face. He glances to me. I keep my face blank, but underneath, I'm scared outta my mind for his answer. He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. He takes a few calming breaths and then looks to me again. I offer him a weak smile. Something clicks behind Justin's brown eyes, and suddenly I'm lost in an ocean of lust and love and need and want. He smiles a wry little smile and then glances toward Harper.

"I'm in love with my sister. I'm in love with Alex Russo." he confesses quietly, eyes never leaving Harper's sure gaze.

I feel my shoulders slump with relief and my knees give out beneath me with happiness. Justin trusts me. I collapse into Dad's chair, my breath ragged from not breathing for so long. I hadn't even noticed I'd been holding my breath. Harper finally gives a short nod, indicating she believes him, and Justin collapses into the chair across from me.

Harper inhales deeply and lets her eyes flutter shut. She leans back, face turned toward the ceiling. Justin offers me a weak smile from across the room and I suddenly miss his touch with an ache that fills me to the brim with longing, but I dare not move until Harper says something. I offer him the same smile and squirm in my chair. Justin doesn't look too comfortable either.

"You Russo's love making things difficult on yourselves, don't you?" she sighs, her eyes are still closed. I make to answer but Justin does it for me.

"Harper. We didn't chose this. It just happened and neither I nor Alex could have prevented it. The only thing we can do is either embrace it or run from it, and seeing how running was making us both miserable, we decided to change tactics." he explains, tiredly.

I smile. Justin always had a way of explaining things so perfectly.

He smiles bitterly to the ceiling, "Not that I don't want to be in love with Alex. I do. The only thing I would like to change is her being my sister. Other then that, I'm perfectly content. I'm happy with her, Harper. I haven't ever been this happy. And I think I'm right when I say the same goes for my beautiful girlfriend." he smiles toward me and my heart leaps in my chest when he calls me that.

Harper's eyes open and she looks to me.

I nod, "He's right, Harper. I've never ever been this happy. I love Justin. And I'm gonna be with him, whether you or anyone else likes it or not. This is our life. Our decision. If we wanna be together, then we will. We'll fight you all for the right to be happy. To be in each other's arms…I'm happy." I smile at the source of my happiness. His eyes glitter at my confession.

Harper watches us for a brief moment, then her gaze lands on me. She stands and sighs, then offers me a smile. "If…if you're happy then nothing else matters. I just want you guys to be happy, your basically my family. And you two look awfully good together…and well, more then happy. I'm not going to do anything. I'm not gonna stand in your way. I'm happy for you guys."

Justin's out of his seat in seconds and so am I. We both hug Harper fiercely, "Thank you, Harper." I squeal squeezing her.

Justin's arms are around the both of us. He kisses her cheek, "Yeah. You wont regret it."

Harper blushes and gives him a measured look, "I better not. 'Cuz if you hurt her, Justin Russo, then…then… well, let's just say, it's gonna be up to pass down the family name." she threatens.

Justin turns pale. "Message received."

I giggle and hug Harper tightly. She grins at me, truly happy for me, "Well, I can't believe it. Who would a ever thought that my biggest competition for Justin would be you, Alex?" she snickers.

Justin chuckles, "Sorry, Harper. I hate to say it, but you never had a chance."

She looks at the two of us. "How long?"

"Have we been together?" askes Justin.

"Or how long we've felt this way?" I question.

"Both."

Justin Smiles. "We got together yesterday afternoon. And, well… I've been in love with Alex ever since a year ago when Gigi ended up with Alex's diary."

I look up at him surprised. "But you helped me with Dean!" I protest, incredulous.

That long?

Justin had loved me for that long?

Why hadn't I told him sooner?

"And I was so incredibly jealous. You have no idea." he blushes, darkly. But his eyes are on me.

I smile weakly and blush when I confess, "I lied."

He blinks, surprised, and it's all of a sudden like Harper isn't even in the room. "About?"

"When I said I didn't write you in my diary. I did. Just you. No Max. Not even Dean. I wrote him in last second when I thought of someone finding my diary. I kinda figured they'd think I had a crush of Dean. That he would distract them from who I wrote you as…" I trail off staring at the ground.

Justin takes a step toward me. He slips his arms around my waist and in a very soft voice, "Who am I?" he asks.

I look up and blush. He's so close. "Prince Justin. I'm only a princess because of him…" I trail off again, looking anywhere but Justin's beautiful eyes.

Harper rejoins the universe, "Wait, but the only Justin could make you a Princess is if he was a prince and he married you…"

Harper trails off when she sees the look on my face. "Oh…"

I blush and stare at the ground, suddenly very interested in my feet. Justin's low rumble of laughter jars me from my reverie and I look up to see him grinning and laughing with surprise and awe. His eyes sparkle at me and I've never seen him look so…gleeful. He takes my face in his hands and presses his forehead to mine.

He kisses me lightly and grins, "Can Prince Justin asks his Lovely Wife how long they've been married?"

I flush furiously and make to duck my head, but he grabs my chin and keeps my brown eyes on his steady ones. "Since December 16th of last year." I squeak.

He smiles even wider, "Pretty date, too. Can Prince Justin ask how long his bride has been harboring feelings for him?"

"Since you taught me how to fly the carpet." I admit, shyly.

He smiles and leans down to kiss me properly once again. He wraps his strong arms around my waist and I slip my fingers through his short brown hair, tongues dancing in a tango that feels as if it were made solely for us…that is until Harper's cough pulls us from our world.

"Get a room!"

We both laugh.

"We have a room-"I start

"-your just in it!" Justin finishes.

And we both blush when we realize that we had finished each other's sentence.

Harper grins at the two of us. Then shakes her head, "Alright. I can take a hint. I'll leave you alone to have your day together, only because you wont have a lot of chances like this. But, I'll be back tomorrow. And don't worry. I wont tell anyone." she assures as she heads for the door. We wait for it to lock behind her and then Justin grins goofily at me.

He scoops my up, bridal style, and twirls me around briefly. When our giggling finally subsides Justin gives me a cheeky grin after brushing a kiss to my temple, still holding me.

"So… about this wedding…" he chuckles as I blush, "…Fill Prince Justin in..."

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