This is not the end y'all! But, I'll have to rewrite some chapters, because I just read through some and they've gotten all messed up somehow [hard to explain and I'm not good with words]. It may be a bit of a wait, but I promise this is not the end! Thank you guys so much for reading this fic. Y'all mean the world to me. :D xx
Day of the accident.
"But, Jack, I'm not a pirate!" I struggled to keep up with the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, but these voluminous skirts were holding me back. The silly pirate didn't understand fashion obviously, as he tried hurrying me along. He grinned at me and opened his mouth to reply. But, the only thing I heard was a blaring chirping noise.
Groggily, I lifted my head to see my phone flashing and chirping at me. "7:30 already?" I sighed, groping around to turn it off. I felt the small device, and tried to grab it. But, all I had succeeded to do was knock it off the bedside table. Sighing, I scooted to the edge of the bed and leaned over to pick it up. It was still chirping at me. I finally put it on silent and put it back on the table.
There was no way I'd end up going back to sleep then. I got up, groaning. Looking back at the bed, Dougie was sprawled out, in a deep sleep. I smiled at him and went to the bathroom. Taking a quick shower, I washed my hair and made sure I was squeaky clean. Cutting off the water, I wrapped a towel around me and dried off. Opening the door, I let the warm air out to make the fog dissipate from the mirror. Dougie was still asleep. He's going to be late… I rolled my eyes. Plugging in the hairdryer, I began drying my hair.
"Douglas! Wake up!" I yelled over the noise of the hairdryer. He groaned and pulled the pillow over his head. "Typical." I sighed, continuing to dry my hair. Dougie wasn't a morning person, and it didn't help that he stayed up so late practicing. Putting away the blow dryer, I went back into the bedroom to get dressed. Dougie was semi coherent by then, rubbing his eyes. I opened the closet doors and started getting dressed. I had picked out one of the new dresses I had bought earlier in the week, a light blue cotton sundress.
"Are you finished with the bathroom?" Dougie asked. He sat up, looking at the clock. I thought about going without make up, but decided against it since I was going to do wedding planning. I smirked, it would also annoy Doug too.
"No. I've got to do my make up." I replied, fiddling with the straps on my dress. He sighed overdramatically, falling back on the bed. I couldn't help but giggle at him.
"Oh, how long will that take you? An hour?" Doug was obviously exaggerating, since we both knew I could get dressed quicker than he could.
"Yeah, because I really pile it on." I rolled my eyes at him, smiling. "5 minutes, tops."
"So I have enough time for a shower?" I checked my phone, biting my lip. If he took his sweet time like normal, then he'd probably be late. But, if he hurried up, Doug could do it… But, it was Dougie we were talking about.
"Uhhh… probably not, if you goof around like you always do." I slipped my feet into some black Toms. Dougie stuck his tongue out at me, crossing his arms. I made a funny face at him before returning to the bathroom. Opening my makeup bag, I put on a thin layer of foundation. Pulling out my liquid eyeliner, I hesitated, fearing that my hand would shake, before applying it. Finally, I put on mascara, and put away my makeup bag. Playing with my hair, I shrugged and left the bathroom. "It's yours. Now, pay up." I smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Never." He grinned at me, playing with my hair. "So, what are you doing today?"
"I'm going to the florist and doing a little shopping with Aunt Olivia. You have an interview in an hour and a half." I laughed. "You better be getting ready." I ruffled his hair, smirking.
"If I take a quick shower, do you think I'll have time?" Doug bit his lip. I checked my phone again. We had wasted 5 minutes already. He'd never get in the shower, if we kept up like this.
"Why don't you go take your shower, instead of wasting time asking me?" I suggested, feeling cheeky. Doug thought for a moment. A blonde joke came to mind, but I held my tongue.
"Deal." He kissed my cheek and got up. "I'll be out before you know it!" He was grinning. Was that intentional? I thought immediately.
"That's what she said." I snickered. He had to have known that was dirty. It wasn't my fault, he set it up. Biting my lip, I tried to muffle a giggle.
"Really, Jen." Doug rolled his eyes, but chuckled nonetheless. I assumed that he wasn't trying to be dirty, just wasn't thinking.
"Yes, Doug, really." He shook his head, smiling. I laughed again, Dougie finally going to take a shower. I straightened my dress and stood. My purse was still on the bedside table. Putting my phone in the front pocket, I took it with me to the kitchen. Setting it down on the counter, I went to pour myself a cup of coffee. Sipping on the sweet delight, I looked through a magazine Doug had left on the counter. It was some silly magazine about gardening. "Why on earth did he get this?" I flipped though several pages, confused.
Dougie had no green thumb in any shape or form. There were a few articles on how to grow tulips, my favourite flower. I felt my lips pull up into a smile. When we had moved in, I wanted to plant some but the ones that we did got dug up by our neighbor's dogs. Dougie had mentioned planting tulips again, but I had assumed it was just to appease me.
"Harry called," Dougie announced, entering the kitchen. "The interview's been delayed!" He sounded like he had just been told that he won a million dollars. I shook my head, laughing at him.
"Well, aren't you lucky? You'd never be there on time." Dougie had a habit of
"If I ran a few red lights…" He replied, winking at me. I giggled, rolling my eyes. He hugged me and kissed my forehead. Pulling away, he went to pour himself some coffee. Leaning against the counter, I studied him. It still felt like just yesterday that I met him. Every time he looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes, I could feel my heart stutter. Dougie turned around, smiling at me from behind his coffee cup.
"What is it?"
"Nothing, love."
"Were you staring at my butt again?" Doug replied. I choked on my coffee, laughing. I coughed a few times, then rolled my eyes. "I knew it!" Doug beamed. The door bell rang and Doug immediately went to go get it. "Olivia!" Dougie called out. I set down my coffee and went to the door. I hugged my aunt, smiling. She was amazing, helping us with all the preparations. I would've gone crazy without her help.
"Ready to go, Jenna?" she asked, smiling. I nodded and quickly grabbed my purse off the counter.
"I'll meet you guys at the florist after the interview." Dougie smiled at me, kissing me goodbye. "Love you."
"Love you too. See you at the florist." I smiled, waving. "Don't be late for the interview." I added, playing with his wet hair.
"Go." he laughed. I finally got out, jogging to the car. Aunt Olivia winked at me, unlocking the door. I got in and she looked at me for a moment.
"What?" I felt my face, thinking I had something on my face.
"Nothing. I just noticed how... 'in love' you look." she smiled happily and pulled out of the drive way.
I stared at so many colour palettes, that they were all started to melt together. Who would've thought this much about flowers? They were flowers for crying out loud! I had specifically said that I wanted daisies, white Gerber daisies. However, my aunt didn't agree.
"You know they have purple daisies? Wouldn't that be pretty?" She smiled, pointing at a picture of a daisy and tulip arrangement. I sighed, my face in my hands.
"My dress has a blue sash. Purple would look weird." I shook my head. Olivia wasn't discouraged by my answer and flipped a few pages. She showed it to me and grinned.
"How about some blue instead?" she replied, chipper.
"Aunt Olivia!" I sighed again. I loved that woman, I honestly did. But, still. The bell at the door rang, someone entering the shop. A pair of hands were at my waist and I felt a chin on the top of my head. Dougie had finally arrived!
He laughed, sitting down next to me. "You guys aren't done yet?" I laughed, shaking my head.
"Aunt Olivia wants me to have blue in the bouquet... And I want a white bouquet." I shrugged. "So we've kinda reached a stalemate."
"Blue would look nice!" my aunt added, she picked up the binder that the florist had provided. Dougie looked at it and shrugged.
"Don't try to convince me. I don't mind what colour your bouquet is." he handed back the binder. "Both look nice, it's your decision. Not mine." I smiled at him, rolling my eyes.
"It's your wedding too, you have a say in this." I reminded him. He was just trying to stay out of it, but he wouldn't be off that easy. Doug thought for a moment. He looked at the picture and pointed at the bottom of it.
"You're having a ribbon on your bouquet, right?" he asked, looking at it. I gave him a strange look. Where was he going with this?
"Uhh... Yeah. And?" I replied. All bouquets had ribbons. How else would they stay together?
"Okay, then it'll be a blue ribbon. Case closed." Dougie leaned back, putting his hands behind his head. I gaped at him, shocked by how simply he solved that. We'd been back and forth for over an hour and he waltzes in and fixes it! Neither of us had ever thought about the tape!
"Great idea, Doug." my aunt smiled, she scribbled it down. "I'll take care of that. You guys head on home." I smiled at her and hugged her goodbye. Doug squeezed my hand, grinning. He was like a little kid, so proud of himself. I smiled back at him, and we left the florist shop. We walked to his car, Dougie humming.
"It's a good thing you showed up, I never even thought about the tape!" I added. Dougie laughed and started the car; we pulled out of the parking lot and started towards home. We were only a few blocks from the house when Doug realized that he had forgotten his bass in the studio. It completely baffled me, Dougie treated his bass like a small child. I couldn't understand how he had forgotten it.
"Your blue bass?" I asked quietly. Dougie nodded. His blue one was his favourite.
"I know, it sounds weird. But, I've been acting pretty blonde lately." he sighed, turning the car around. We headed back towards the studio, which was on the other side of town.
"You are blonde though..." I mused, trying not to laugh. "Maybe you need a mental health day, you know. You've been pretty busy lately." I liked the sound of it. I could take a day off work and we could just hang out all day. That would be fun, I smiled at the thought.
"Mental health day? Isn't that the excuse you use on your boss when you want a day off?" Dougie laughed, slowing down at the stop light. "I'll think about it." he smiled.
"...I wish my mother was coming." I murmured. I knew that it would be a bad idea. But, it didn't mean that I didn't want her to come. It was pretty much customary that the mother helped with wedding planning. But, my mother seemed to be against every decision I had made since leaving the States.
"... You know that won't happen. She wouldn't come." Doug's smile faltered. He looked at me seriously.
"Dougie, come on. I bet if we sent her an invite, she'd come." I huffed. Okay, I didn't have the best relationship with my mom. But, it would be nice to have one of my parents there.
"She hates me! If we invited her, she'd try to strangle me before the wedding! Your mom would rather you marry a hobo than marry me." Dougie sighed. He turned onto another street, cursing when he saw all of the traffic. He sighed again, stopping. This was going to take forever.
"So, you guys have some differences. That's not uncommon." I tried to calm him down, hoping he'd eventually give in. It was unlikely that he would, but I might just get lucky. We inched forward a little, and stopped.
"She said that she hoped I get herpes. Herpes! And you two don't have the perfect relationship either. You two were yelling at each other the last time you spoke." Finally, we started moving again. I couldn't help but giggle a bit. Even though it sounded weird, my mother did say that when we went back home. They... Didn't see eye to eye.
"Okay. It's different with me. She's my mom... Still! Can you imagine if she finds out that we got married and didn't tell her? Do you know the ruckus she'll start?" I countered. My mother would hop on a plane from Georgia and fly straight to our doorstep. And she'd raise hell. A lot of it. Dougie shot me an odd look, I crossed my arms. I tended to slip into a Southern accent if I got upset.
"Love, I understand what you're saying. You can send her an invite, if you want to. But, all I'm saying is don't get your hopes up." I sighed.
"Fine." I looked out the window, not saying anything else. Dougie sighed. He reached out and held my hand.
"I don't want you to be unhappy, Jenna." he smiled, stopping at another red light. "I love you and want you to be happy on your big day. And I'm afraid she'll just disappoint you. But, that's just me."
"I understand... But one thing." I smiled at Dougie. He smiled back, kissing my forehead.
"What is it?" He glanced at the stop light, still red, and turned back to me.
"It's not just my big day. It's yours too." I smiled. Doug grinned at me, kissing me tenderly.
"I love you, Jenna Turner." he beamed at me. I smiled back, feeling butterflies in my stomach. Even after this long, he still got to me. It was like the first day all over again.
"I love you too, Dougie Poynter." the light turned green and cars were honking at us to move. I giggled and Dougie stuck his tongue out at me. We pulled out into the intersection, when I heard a screeching noise. There was a truck speeding towards us and it didn't look like it was going to stop. Dougie saw it and tried to get out of the way, speeding forward. But, it was too late. Dougie squeezed my hand and I heard the sound of crunching metal.