Hal smiles and rolls over in the bed. It was a really nice bed, of a hotel that you two were staying in while you were preparing for your wedding. Oh, god. Your wedding.

Hal sits up. "Shit!" He shouts, checking the time. One hour until it starts. He's late!

Hal jumps out of bed, trying to get ready. His arm won't go through the sleeve of the white jacket. He tries two more times before he realizes that's his pants. He furiously brushes his teeth, trying to do his hair at the same time. Barry is blowing up his phone, and Kyle is texting him relentlessly. He doesn't bother to try and answer them. He can't imagine the thought of you thinking he'd stood you up.

He checks the time again. Okay, he's got time. The venue isn't that far. It's not that far, not that far not that far. He looks out the window. Of course there's a stupid parade. What was it even for?

This is not how today was supposed to go! He was supposed to stand at the end of the aisle, waiting patiently for you to walk down. His heart was supposed to be pounding because he's excited, not because he slept in!

He runs out of the room, not bothering to close the door. He looks down, and sees he's not wearing shoes. He groans and turns around, throwing them on and spraying on that Dior Sauvage cologne.

He finally gets a cab ten minutes later, scrambling in. He checks with his best man, and Barry is furious with him. Once the stupid cab finally gets to the venue, Hal tosses a twenty dollar bill at the man, and runs out. He gets a few dirty looks before he gets to Barry. "Sorry I'm late." He forces a smile.