A/N: Heeeeeeey! I've said it before, I'll say it again: it's been a while. And I'm SORRY! Yes. I truly am. And I'm so thankful for all my reviewers!
Well, I'm going to stop talking and get with it. (and as for that little romance of my own it's officially crap-tastic, doesn't exist, and comes in the shape of a triangle. I'm going to write a fan-fic based on this unfortunate event.)
DISCLAIM: Refer to previous chapters.
This day officially sucked. I found Oliver, alright. I found him professing his love for me and I returned the sentiment. What was I going to tell Sophie?
I told Oliver I had to leave. He refused to let me go.
"Oliver, it's freezing. We have a wedding to go to."
"Katie, I've told you. I'm not getting married. She's not the one for me!"
"Then what are you going to do, Oliver? What's your plan, huh? Sophie's—," I said.
"I don't care about Sophie! She can murder me twice over and it still wouldn't change anything. Katie, I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he said, interrupting me.
"Ol," I lowered my head, looking at the falling snow, "I need a sign. This just doesn't even feel right anymore! I mean, Jackson. . ." Oh, God. What about Jackson?
"Katie, if it's meant to be, you'll get your sign."
I didn't justify that with an answer. I pulled away from Oliver and started to walk back towards the church. Halfway I came to my senses and apparated back, I was freezing. Not even 30 seconds back, George found me.
"Did you find him?" he asked.
"Unfortunately, yes."
"Unfortunately? Why unfortunately?"
"We can't talk about this here. Come with me." I dragged him to the now empty chapel, where Sophie was frantically talking with her father on the balcony that overlooked the chapel. I sighed and began to tell George the story.
"So, you're saying--,"
"Oliver doesn't want to get married. To Sophie, at least." Oh, and I forgot to mention the part where he told me he loved me.
"There's more to it, isn't there?" he asked, giving me a look.
"What? No there's not!"
"You're a horrid liar, Katie."
A silence fell, both of us trying to stare each other down. I finally broke, "Alright! Yes there's more to it. I--," I looked beyond George's shoulder to the entry, "Oliver?"
Oliver gave a smug smile and started to walk over to George and I. Sophie noticed this too. From the balcony, she yelled, "OLIVER!" and threw her bouquet she was mangling over the edge, hurtling at me.
George grinned, "Katie caught the bouquet!" I was confused for a moment before I realized what he meant. Damn my reflexes! I immediately dropped the flowers to the ground and caught a glimpse of Oliver's face. The glimpse that said how's that for a sign?
Sophie came running into the chapel at full speed, her hair frazzled. You could tell she had been crying.
"Oliver! Where the hell did you go?" she yelled, not caring we were in a church. There was a long pause, all of us looking at Oliver, Oliver looking blankly at Sophie. I don't blame him for not suffering Sophie's wrath. But of all the things he could have said, he said the one thing that could, no, would kill him.
"I can't marry you, Sophie. I'm sorry."
"You WHAT?"
"Sophie," Oliver sighed, "I don't love you. You don't love me either, come on. Let's not play this game anymore."
"How could you not love me!" Sophie said without thinking about what she just said. George and I looked at each other and stifled laughter.
"I'm," he paused, hesitant to respond, "in love with someone else." Oh. God. Do NOT bring me into this!
"WHO?"
Please don't say Katie, please don't say Katie, please don't say Katie…
"Katie."
GOD DAMN, OLIVER!
"Katie," Sophie responded with disbelief. George's eyes went wide and I dropped my jaw.
Sophie let out a little laugh. Throwing her hands up in the air and turning to look at Oliver, then me.
The last thing I remember was Sophie's fist coming toward my face at a tremendous speed.
One blackout period later, I felt myself being carried. I came to and realized Oliver was carrying me to another room. I let out an annoyed moan.
"Good morning, Katie. Quite the punch to the face that was!"
"Honestly, Oliver. Of all the people that could be carrying me some place else, you are the last person who should be doing it."
"Shh. Don't worry about it Katie. George was the only one who could get Sophie off of you without getting scathed. She nearly took my face off."
He was right. My vision came into focus and I noticed the giant red mark across his cheek.
"God, Oliver. You are so stupid." I reached up to feel my face and noticed I was given a bloody nose. Oliver stopped right in front of the doorway of the room we were to enter. "Why did you stop?"
"I'm about to carry you over the threshold."
"And?" I asked, confused.
"It's like I'm carrying a bride."
"OLIVER! Put me down!" I struggled to get out of his arms.
He didn't let me go, "Kate! It's a sign!"
"I'm sick of signs! Put me down!" He put me down, alright. AFTER we entered the room.
I sat down in the big arm chair and grabbed a tissue to clean myself up.
"Here, let me do that," Oliver said, taking the tissue.
"Oliver, don't you think you've done enough?" I said, but I didn't stop him.
"Why stop?" We were both silent. Oliver cleaning me up, and I just staring into the dancing flames in the fireplace. "Kate?"
"What?" I said, a little more harshly than I intended.
"Will you marry me?"
"WHAT!"
"Will you marry me?" he asked again.
"I heard you the first time!"
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Will you?"
"STOP ASKING!"
"Then answer me!"
I sighed, "No, Oliver. I'm not letting you propose to me on the day of your would-be wedding. You need to be more creative than that." Oliver did nothing but smile. I couldn't help but smile back. I checked my nose one more time.
"You clean up good," he said.
"Shut up."
"Wow, you've got a black eye."
"Shut up, again."
"I love you."
"Shut up."
Aww. Precious. Anyway, there's one more chapter to go on this story. If you want to see me write anything else, just let me know! PLEASE? Hee. THANK YOU!
