I race through the hallways of the venue, desperately trying to find the room your maid of honor said you likely retreated to. “Come on, come on,” I mutter under my breath.

It was supposed to be the best day of your life. Your wedding. Until the groom himself spoke up during the objection part of the officiants speech, and ran back down the aisle while everyone watched in horror.

Especially you.

We’ve been friends since 2010, after being grouped into the band together on X-Factor, and remained close even after the split in 2015. So of course the 5 of us guys happily showed up for your big day. But now we, along with your bridesmaids and parents, are running around the venue to find you after you ran off crying.

I finally reach the bridal suite, exhaling as I knock once before pushing the door open, relief flooding my body when I see you.

“Hey, hey, hey,” I say softly when I see the tear tracks on your face. “Come here, it’s okay,” I keep my voice soothing as I move forward.