This is a fic about Carchelle/Liarla, its a few months after Liam's death and the night before Carla's wedding. No one knew about her and Liam's affair at this point. This is my first fic so I do apologise if it's fairly rubbish :') hope you enjoy x
It was the night before Carla's wedding. She sat with her legs curled up on the sofa, holding a glass of red in her hands; her nails softly tapping against the glass as she tried focusing on her big day tomorrow. She felt nothing for Tony and tried to get her head around why she was marrying him. She let her eyes close momentarily, her mind was just riddled with the memories that she shared with the one man she truly loved. Liam.
Carla's eyes slowly opened as she heard someone walk into her flat. She gave a small smile as she saw it was Michelle.
Michelle skipped over to Carla, accompanied with a bottle of red wine in her hand, "you're getting married in the morning! Ding dong, the bells are gunna chime!" she sang happily to the song from My Fair Lady, placing the wine on the coffee table and walked behind the sofa where Carla was sat, "you excited, darlin'?" she grinned as she wrapped her arms over her shoulders from behind, pressing her cheek gently against hers.
Carla chuckled quietly as she placed her hands over Michelle's, "yeah.. I guess.." she sighed gently as she rested her head on the back of the sofa.
Michelle's smile altered into a small frown, giving Carla's hand a soft squeeze before letting go and walking to the front of the sofa, sitting down beside her. "You guess? Last minute nerves, Hm?" she made herself comfy on the sofa and rubbed her shoulder softly.
Carla glanced up at Michelle and nodded, "you could say that.."
Michelle took hold of her hand, stroking it gently with her thumb, "What's up, Car'? Come on, you know you can tell me."
Carla bit her lip lightly and shook her head, "I wish I could, 'Chelle.. I really do. But I can't." she looked down at their hands as she felt her eyes fill up.
Michelle's frown grew as she became more concerned, "come on, Carla. I'm your best friend, you can tell me anything." she lifted her chin with the hand that was resting on her shoulder, "this isn't Carla I know.. She doesn't keep things cooped up to herself. We tell each other everything."
Carla looked longingly into Michelle's brown eyes as she lifted her chin up, feeling a small tear glide down her cheek. "I can't marry Tony.."