TITLE: Is this real? Part 1
AUTHOR: Abigail
FANDOM: One Tree Hill
PAIRING: Peyton Sawyer, Haley James-Scott
GENRE: Romance
TABLE: A
PROMPT: 048 Nightmare
RATING: T
WORD COUNT: About 490
SUMMARY: I keep waiting to wake up, to wake up from this nightmare. Sadly, this isn't a nightmare, it's real.
WARNINGS: No warnings, maybe some light swearing.
NOTES: This one contains one-sided love and a wedding. Set in Haley's POV. Nathan and Haley were never married. Brooke and Nathan are married. Peyton is marrying Lucas. If anything confuses you leave a comment and I'll explain it.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. One Tree Hill and its characters belong to Mark Schwan.
I keep waiting to wake up, to wake up from this nightmare. Sadly, this isn't a nightmare, it's real. The love of my life is getting married. And the worst part is that I'm the maid of honor. Jake, my best friend, told me to tell her how I feel. I don't think I can. I don't want to ruin her perfect day. I love her so much it hurts. All I want is her to be happy.
"Haley?" Her bittersweet voice is so soft as she calls my name. My name has never sounded as sweet as it does when she says it. "How do I look?" I turn around and gasp. She's never looked more beautiful. The dress hugs her body in all the right places. It shows the perfect amount of cleavage but leaves plenty to the imagination.
"Wow… You look amazing Peyt." I can feel my smile falter. It's the truth, she looks amazing. I just can't help but wish this were because of me. I wish she were marrying me instead of Lucas. God, I'm the worst friend ever. I wish I were marrying my best friend's fiancé, who also happens to be my other best friend. Maybe I'll go to Savannah and stay with Jake until this wedding is over. I can always say he needs help with Jenny. Yeah that's…
"Haley?" I look into her green and gold eyes. "Thank you so much for doing this for me. I know you hate weddings so thank you for being there for me." I'm a goner.
ITR?
I'm going to have a killer hangover tomorrow as long as I can help it. I'm working on drinking as much as possible. Tonight is Peyton's bachelorette party. She's so happy and giddy that I can't stand it. I'm already nursing my second scotch. I have mentioned I hate scotch?
ITR?
My head is killing me. Brooke told me I downed about seven glasses of scotch. I'm a lightweight so my body is still punishing me two days later. The wedding is making me want to throw up already.
If anyone objects speak now or forever hold your peace.
"Peyton don't do it!" I wasn't even aware that I spoke until all eyes were on me. What have I done?
