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Chapter 8: Wedding Bloopers and Shocking Affairs

Haley rubbed her eyes, still feeling a bit drowsy. She stretched her arms out, and yawned, sitting up on the bed, cursing herself for falling asleep in the dress she had worn the night before. Her whole body ached, and she could barely move.

She reached to her right, feeling for her bed stand, but instead found her hand feel a muscular arm. She rubbed her eyes again, squinting and looking below her, finding none other than Nathan Scott.

She yelped in surprise, shaking his shoulders. "Nathan!"

Nathan turned to the other side, pulling a pillow over his ears. "Go away."

"Nathan!" Haley hissed, not liking the way this was going. "Nathan!" she said again, when he made no effort to move.

"What do you want?" he mumbled, keeping his eyes closed.

"What the hell are you doing in my bed?"

"I'm your fiancée, remember? I think I have the right," he told her, shuffling in the bed so that he turned around and faced her.

She rolled her eyes unimpressed, trying not to focus on how cute he looked in the morning. His hair was ruffled and messed up in an adorable way, and a slow smirk was developing on his face as he looked up at her.

Haley shook her self out of her thoughts, realizing she was staring at him. "Very funny," she deadpanned. "Now get out." She pointed her finger at the door, smiling sweetly.

"Haley, you realize this is what you're paying me for. And if I'm in your bed, it's all the more believable," Nathan disputed. He was quite comfortable in his position, not to mention it definitely wasn't a bad sight waking up next to Haley. Except for the fact that she was yelling his ear off, he could get used to this.

"Hate to break it to you, but I'm not paying you to sleep in my bed. Even I'm not that desperate," she countered, but her eyes were telling a complete different story, knowing she honestly wouldn't mind it at all.

"Oh, don't worry, I wouldn't consider this desperate. I mean look at me-" Nathan gestured to himself. "This is-"

"Oh, give it up, Nathan." Haley rolled her eyes, trying not to focus on the way his upper lip curved up into a beyond adorable smirk.

"Trying to tell me you don't want some of this?" Nathan raised his eyebrows cockily, as if he was daring her to challenge him.

"Man, cocky much?" She shook her head, and was about to get up so she could relax in a nice hot bubble bath, and get rid of the itchiness sleeping in her dress had caused, when a loud voice boomed into the room, startling the both of them.

"Haley!" The occupant of the voice bounced into the room, looking furious, and belonging to none other than Brooke Davis. "You're not going to believe this!"

Haley sighed, and sat back onto the bed. "What's wrong, Brooke?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong!" Brooke paced around the room, running both her hands into her hair in frustration. "The fucking wedding hall was booked for the wrong day! Can you believe that? I told Lucas to take care of it, but that-"

"Brooke," Haley said soothingly, "maybe you should sit down and tell me what happened."

"No, I don't have time for this." Brooke paced around the room once more before plopping down on the bed. "I just can't believe this. It's not happening."

Nathan cleared his throat. "I'll leave you guys alone. Let me know if you need any help, Hales." He leaned over and kissed her cheek, causing her to break out into a small smile unintentionally.

Haley sighed dreamily, looking at his retreating figure. Somehow he seemed more and more attractive to her each day, someone she could prospectively be interested in, yet…

"Haley!" Brooke snapped her out of her thoughts. "Quit dreaming about your sex life and focus on your sister, will you please? We have a crisis on hand here."

Haley rolled her eyes. "Okay, Brooke, now what happened?"

"The church is booked for the wrong day! That's what happened. The wedding was supposed to be next Sunday, on the 24th, but the hall is booked for the 17th! As in 2 days from now! How are we supposed to get everything ready in two days, I don't even have jewelry, or shoes, or-" Brooke rambled.

"Brooke, Brooke," Haley sympathized, consoling her, "Look, this isn't the end of the world. I have jewelry that goes perfectly with your dress, and I'm sure Peyton has a pair of kick ass shoes. Plus, I'm sure we can totally reschedule the food, and the cake is almost finished. With some extra money, I'm sure we can make the wedding happen on time, okay?"

Brooke sighed, falling further into the bed, until her head hit the soft mattress. "I guess your right," she agreed. Plopping up again suddenly, she exclaimed "What about mom and dad?! They were scheduled to come next Sunday, and they'll never be able to make it on time!"

Haley bit her lip. "Brooke, I'm sure they wouldn't miss your wedding. Just call them and tell them what happened."

"I guess," Brooke sighed and lay her head back down. "It'll all be okay, right Hales?"

Haley nodded. "It definitely will, I promise." She laid down next to her sister, and wrapped her in a one-arm hug. "You'll get your fairy tale wedding, lil sis, I'll make sure of it."

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"Nathan!" Haley walked into his room, desperate for some help. "Nathan?"

"Hold on," he called out from the bathroom, and she could hear something fall onto the floor, as the door opened to reveal him in nothing but a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, and drying his hair with another towel, wet specks falling onto his amazingly tanned chest…

"Haley?" he waved a hand in front of her face as he came closer to her. "I know I'm hot and all, but I think drooling is a bit extreme."

Haley shook herself out of her trance, wondering what the heck had gotten into her. Was she actually falling for this guy that she found obnoxious not only a week ago? The same guy that wouldn't leave her alone, and annoyed her every chance he got?

He also helped you out with Chris, and he gets along so well with everyone. Not to mention he's always there to put up with you when you need him to, another voice in her head told her.

"Haley?" Nathan waved his hand in front of her face again. He brought his hand up to her forehead. "You feeling okay?" he asked, concerned, misreading her silence. "Is the wedding stressing you out?"

Haley nodded slowly, and then shook her head quickly. "Yeah, uh, totally fine here, there's nothing wrong with me." She nodded again, as if trying to convince herself.

"Okay…so would you like me to do anything?" Nathan asked, trying to help her out.

"Huh? Oh, yeah." Haley nodded again. "Um, can you call the catering and cake place, and check if they can whip up something by Sunday? Their numbers should be with Brooke, and she should be in her room, so just drop by and she'll give them to you."

Nathan nodded. "I can do that."

Haley smiled gratefully. "You're the best!" She thanked him graciously by giving him a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek, before hopping out of the room.

Nathan shook his head, staring at her retreating back. She had such a carefree, selfless and helpful attitude that anyone could easily warm up to. He didn't know what Chris Keller was thinking when he left her at the altar, because he had missed a gem of a girl any guy could've hoped to have.

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Brooke sighed, finally relieved to get everything ready. Her whole attire was done, and she had called everyone to tell them about the change of plans. A few guests were skeptical about whether they could make it, but everyone that mattered, and had to take part in the wedding, had said they wouldn't miss it. Haley was taking care of all the food, the cake, and the rest of the arrangements, something she would forever be grateful to her sister for.

She picked up her phone to call Lucas, wanting to go out to a nice dinner with him before everyone started to show up later tonight and tomorrow, when a sudden noise behind her jolted her from her position.

She looked back, surprised at the occupant. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, is this any way to welcome me, Brooke?" Chris smirked, advancing further into the room. "Don't say you aren't glad to see me."

"Chris, please, let it go." She threw up her hands frustrated, getting up to clear off the mess in her room, not ready to deal with the conversation that was coming at her.

"C'mon Brooke." Chris walked toward her, his breath echoing on her shoulder. "Are you saying you didn't miss me?"

She halted, and spun around to get his weight off her back. "Chris, I already said it. I don't like you, and I sure as hell don't want to be with you. What happened was a huge mistake, and I'd rather not be reminded of it." She rolled her eyes, and walked past him.

"Was it a mistake, Brooke? You kept coming back, or don't you remember?" he challenged her, turning around and following her once again.

She sighed, exasperated. "Do you need me to spell it for you? I'm about to get married to your best friend, and in case you forgot you're the best man at this wedding. Please try not to ruin it."

"Have you told Lucas about your little affair? I'm sure he would want to know you were screaming his best friends name shortly before you met him," Chris threatened her.

"Exactly. Before I met him. So it doesn't really matter, because I forgot you even existed after that."

"And what about Haley?" Chris continued. "I'm sure your sister would want to know how you had no problem making yourself at home shortly after she left."

"You wouldn't dare." Brooke froze in her spot, knowing that was the worst thing that could possibly happen. She hated herself for what she did that summer, and she would take it back in a heartbeat, if she'd had the opportunity. Nothing was worth ever hurting her sister that much, and she honestly would do anything to take it all back.

"I think I would Brooke," Chris stated, jolting her out of her thoughts. "You know, it's not too late to call this whole thing off, and elope."

Brooke opened her mouth, about to tell him how repulsive the idea was to her when she caught sight of a figure near the doorway.

"Nathan." She sighed, hating the way this probably looked, and not having any idea of how long he was standing there. "This isn't what it-"

He simply shook his head as he walked away without saying a word, the disappointment apparent in his eyes. Brooke sighed, and looked at Chris. "Great going. Now try not to talk to me until, well, like never okay? Thanks," she spat at him, not waiting for his reaction as she took off after Nathan.


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