A/N: OH MY FREAKING GOD! I am soo soo soo sorry for leaving you guys for so long! So much has been going on in my life and it's been so awesome that I just hadn't had the time to write! Not to mention a little love story of my own…anyway, that doesn't matter. All that matters it that this next chapter is finally up!
I want to thank all my lovely reviewers for staying with me and I hope you're still with me when I post this!
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"What do you mean 'runaway groom'?" Sophie asked frantically.
"Exactly what it sounds like," George said, "Oliver, the 'groom', has 'runaway',"
"YES I KNOW, GEORGE!" Sophie yelled. The whole church went silent at this exclamation.
"Alright, alright, calm down," I said quietly, "here's what we'll do. We're going to say something has happened, so we'll need to do this at 8:00."
"8:00! Katie! We can't wait that long!" Sophie cried. She was on the verge of tears.
"Sophie! Calm down! It'll be okay!" But I could sense it wouldn't be okay. We had no idea where Oliver was.
The guests were told to come back in an hour as we tried to solve our problem. Deciding to split up, George and I went to the upper levels of the church to look in every corner for Oliver. I'll admit I was worried. What if something had happened? What if he was kidnapped? Killed even!
"Katie. . . KATIE!"
"Gah! What?" George shook me out of my stupor.
"You looked dazed. Keep your mind on the subject will you?"
"Sorry, sorry."
"So, do you have even the slightest idea of where he could be?" George asked.
"I don't. It's his wedding day! Why would he do something this extreme?"
"Well, like you said, it is his wedding day, maybe he's just scared. He's probably huddled in the fetal position somewhere."
"Oh, the possibilities," I laughed.
"There isn't a Quidditch game today, is there?" He asked.
"I don't think so," I said. Quidditch reminded me of Oliver on a broom. Which reminded me of his little league, which brought my mind to. . .
"THE PARK!" I suddenly blurted out.
"Excuse me?"
"I think I might know where Oliver is. You stay here just in case," I rushed out.
I ran downstairs and outside. Joyous! It was snowing! Wait, not good. I didn't have a jacket. I went back into the closet I had become so familiar with, and grabbed the first coat I could reach. It was a pea coat too big for me. But it didn't matter!
Going as fast as I could in heels, I managed not to trip. I slowed as I came to the street where the park was located. I went in to it slowly, since a gentle layer of snow had started to form, and my feet were freezing. I walked along the path to the open clearing, only to see Oliver flying on his broom, in his tux.
"Oliver!" I called out and he looked down. He looked shocked to see me.
"Katie," he said and he flew down, "what are you doing here?"
"I should be asking the same question," I said as a started to shiver, "Oliver, it's your wedding day! Why aren't you at the chapel?"
Oliver looked towards the ground, away from me, and made several footprints in the snow beneath him. "I…I don't know."
"Oliver, you have got to be kidding me. You don't know?"
"Alright, so I do know."
"Well, what is it? Pre-wedding jitters? Everyone gets those!"
"It's not that, Katie."
"What else could it be?"
"Someone else." Someone else? Oh, no.
I sighed, "Oliver…"
"Katie, let me say something. A few weeks ago, I was completely in love with Sophie, I thought. I would do anything for her, I really thought I knew what love was. When I was with her I would think 'this is love.' But then, Katie, we met again. Katie, when we were at school I loved you! I just didn't know it. It wasn't until after we went out a few times that I realized those feelings I had for you in school were much stronger than what I had for Sophie. Katie, I—,"
"Oliver, if you say one more word—,"
He put his hand over my mouth gently, "Katie, I love you." We both stood there in freezing silence, looking at each other. Oliver loved me. I couldn't believe it. I had seen him with Sophie! Then again, I had seen him when he was with me. The look changed when he was with me. Oh, God, it was true. But was even worse was I loved him too.
I removed his hand from my mouth, "Oliver, you have a wedding to go to."
"I don't want to go to that wedding. It's not for me."
"You need to go. For Sophie."
"I won't get married today."
"I know you won't," there was a brief moment of silence between us. I started to rub my hands together to keep them warm, but Oliver saw my action and took my hands in his. It felt so good. But it was so, wrong? Oh, man. A cliché. Just what I need! I looked down at my clichéd hands and up to his eyes. His gorgeous, green, mesmerizing eyes.
"Oliver," I started.
"Katie, don't ruin a perfectly good moment," he said before placing his lips on mine. It was a perfectly good moment. He wrapped his arms around me and I folded into him, trying to get warm. His lips broke away from mine, "Katie, I love you," he said again.
"I love you too, Oliver.
A/N: Oh, P.S. you guys, if you want to see a new story, let me know! I mean, I really want to write some other things, but you should totally give me ideas! DO IT! Oh and by the way…live from New York! It's Saturday night! I mean, review please.
