A.N
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It was Christmas Eve.
There was a wedding to be thrown.
When Nellie awoke in Sweeney's arms, she was confused. She had kicked him out the night before... Why was he in here? Ah, she thought. Let it last. She closed her eyes and nuzzled her face into his neck, breathing in the strange smell of him. Something like... She breathed in through her nose. Lemons? Another breath confirmed this, and added another metallic scent. Was it - blood? No, probably his razors...
The sound of Sweeney's voice jerked her out of her thoughts. "Would you stop bloody sniffing me, woman?" Nellie giggled.
After several minutes, she had to face the fact that she did have to get up. Looking over at the clock, she saw that it was half past nine. Wha- half past nine!? She leapt out of bed, and even though the church was about a five minute walk at most, Nellie was the type who liked to be early.
Sweeney stared at the baker with raises eyebrows as she bustled around, looking frantically through her trunk. Curiosity got the better of him and he interrupted her hurried movements. "Why the bloody 'ell are you running around woman?"
In response she simply stared at him. After a moment, he asked "Really, we don't have to get up." He stopped, noticing her frowning and shaking her head. What-?
Nellie shook her head. "You silly man, it's the wedding!" She turned back to her trunk and continued rummaging through it.
Sweeney was still confused. "Wedding?" He asked, starting to grow agitated with the small woman.
"Yes, the wedding." She snapped, exasperated. After a moment of silence, she asked him "We are going together, right?"
Sweeney was hit with a wave of emotions, the strongest of which; anger, and something he couldn't place. So he tackled the emotion that was easiest for him; anger.
Sitting up, his voice cold, he spoke. "No." He said.
Nellie whirled around. No?! She voiced this thought aloud. "What the bloody 'ell do ya mean, no?!"
Sweeney stood. "I'm not going, Nellie. We're not a couple."
At this Nellie felt tears sting in her eyes. "But... You kissed me, Sweeney. What was that? Why did you hold me last night?"
Sweeney grimaced. "I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing."
The tears fell down her face, leaving hot tracks down her cheeks. "Sweeney, what...?" She couldn't get the words out.
The dark barber felt his frustration build up. Taking the few steps needed to cross the room, he grabbed her by the shoulders. "I don't know what I was doing, Nellie. I don't know how it happened, I don't..." He pulled back from his grip on her and ran his hand through his hair.
Nellie looked at him. He did look seriously stressed. "Sweeney..." Her voice cracked. Dammit! "I love you..."
Sweeney brought his eyes to meet hers. "You're wasting your time, then." He growled. With that he left her room and closed the door with a bang.