Speak Now [One Direction One Shot]

"I hear the preacher say, "Speak now or forever hold your peace."
There's a silence, there's my last chance.
I stand up with shaking hands, all eyes on me.

Horrified looks from everyone in the room,
But I'm only looking at you.

I am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion,
but you are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl."

— Taylor Swift, "Speak Now"


1. I.

Hay guys, so I was jamming out to T-Swizzle and decided to write a one shot. Um, so this is the only one shot that I guess, doesn't really have a cliche ending. Wow, buzzkiller. Okay, we'll get to the one shot now. BUT, Feedback? Favorite? Fan if possible? 


I bit my lip, looking up from the book I was just writing in. Tears brimmed my eyes at the thought of Harry getting married. I shook my head rapidly. Hang in there, Kat. You told him you where to busy remember? I bit my lower lip once again, thinking of how selfish I was to my best friend. 


Is your tour that important? No. I can't be bothered to make anyone happy. I had to be there for my best friend. Wait, let me rephrase that.The love of my life. I clenched my fists once again, shrugging on my coat. I didn't know whether I could make it. But I'm praying my private jet was good enough. 


"I'm sorry, Justin I gotta go." I said to my best friend, a co-writer, Justin Bieber. He smiled understandingly, and his eyes watched me as I ran out the door. 


Ignoring the screams and shoves or the paparazzi and fans, I hurried to my car, driving past the speed limit to the airport. "I'm Katerina Valentine, I need to get to my private jet. Hurry." I practically threw my passport to the woman, who rolled her eyes and hurridly stamped it, before passing it back to me. 


I ran all the way to the entrance, telling James my destination. 




I was wearing black. Why? I bet your saying "People at weddings should be wearing black, not white" well, I'm gonna crash this wedding. Stepping out of my hotel room, I faced the church. Yes, I booked a hotel at the church Harry was getting married at. Being famous has its perks. 


I ran across the streets, ignoring the honking of cars. I could her the organ start to play, as I pressed my eyes closed and prayed for a miracle. I ran through the doors, just in time to see Harry lift the veil. "I object." I managed to squeak out. Heads turned to me, looks of horror and utter shock on their faces. 


By the side, I could see Harry's bandmates, Eleanor, and Danielle high fiving each other, smiling widely. "I object," I repeated, slightly out of breath. 


"You came," Harry said softly. "You actually came, to object my marriage?" 


"I can't let you get married to her, Harry." I protested, looking down at my shoes. 


"And why not," he grimaced. 


"Because she doesn't love you. She loves your money and she loves your fame." Harry's head turned to meet Scarlette's eyes. 


"That's not true, baby." she whined. 


"I can't believe you," Harry spoke softly to me. "You came all the way down here to lie to me?" 


"Its not lies, Harry, its the truth." I mumbled. 


"I think its time for you to leave, Katerina." 




"I said-" 


"Shut up, you know what I mean. Why would you believe a slut you known for a month rather then your best friend whom you've known for 4 years?" 


"Don't call my wife a slut!" 


Gasps rang around the room. "Does that mean you accept?" Scarlette squealed. Harry turned to her, pressing a hard kiss to her lips. 


And just like that, my heart broke in two. 





















Sorry, not sorry. LOL. 

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