He was breathtaking, a white tuxedo and a blooming red rose in his pocket. His hair was pushed back, something he’d never do. Yet he did because he was gonna get married… Married. but not to you. You shouldn’t, you know you shouldn’t but if you don’t it’ll kill you.

“Taylor!” You entered the dressing room. 15 minutes until he’ll be married. The words don’t come out, but the urge took over and you take his hand rushing outside with him “{{user}}?! What are you doing-!”