Harry's POV

Here we fucking go. If all those judgmental old people were enough to make me mad I have a feeling I'm going to punching someone else tonight. Fucking Troy. This kid ruined everything five years ago because he was too stupid to realize how serious the situation was.

"Harry, he's in the wedding. If you hit him my brother is going to be so mad at me," Savannah says quietly. I guess she noticed me glaring.

"Didn't think you'd both show up," Troy says. He takes a few steps closer to us and my hand that isn't in Savannah's balls into a fist. I didn't like this kid when I taught him and I like him even less now. And I don't have to pretend now, either. Thanks to him. The icing on the cake is the fact that he was in love with the woman next to me.

"Why's that?" I ask quietly.

"Didn't think you were still together. I thought you left her after you knocked her up."

"Harry," Savannah pleads, placing her free hand on my chest when I take a step forward. "Please don't. He's trying to piss you off."

"It's working."

"I really am sorry, Savannah," he continues. Savannah turns to look at him.

"You are?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry you got fucked over by this loser."

"Excuse me?" she fires back.

"Pregnant at nineteen, left alone by the father. Shitty." The stupid fucker smiles and I have to squeeze Savannah's hand more so I don't kill this kid.

"We're getting married, Troy. The only one that fucked me over was you. I'm glad you've grown up, though. You're obviously very mature," Savannah says sarcastically.

"Let's go," I said to her. Her heels click on the pavement as we head to our car again.

"See you at the ceremony! We'll get a chance to catch up then," he says as we walk away. Savannah let's out a huff and shakes her head as I open her door for her. Troy is still fucking staring at us when I drive away from the club. He's going to ruin this entire weekend. He better not show up tomorrow; Mason thought it would be necessary to have him show up tonight no matter how much I argued with him.

"I hate him. I can't believe I was ever friends with him." Savannah folds her arms and stares out the window. "I fucking hate him."

"Me too, a little bit."

"Wait, where are we going?"

"You'll see." We have a babysitter for a while longer so we might as well go someplace with the two of us.

While we're driving I pull off my tie, undoing my top few bottons. I hate how restrictive ties are and Savannah knows that, but she said that if I didn't wear a tie I wouldn't look fancy enough. I'm wearing one to the wedding, I don't see why that's not good enough.

Being back in California is so strange. It feels like being here was another lifetime because so much had happened since we left, but now that we're actually here it feels like it was yesterday. It's amazing how fast time has passed. I always wanted the life I have now with someone. When I met Savannah I realized that I wanted it with her, but there were so many obstacles I didn't think it would ever happen for us. Now we've finally got it.

"What are you thinking about over there?" Savannah asks after a while. When I feel her hand on mine I can't help but smile.

"Nothing."

"Okay." I can tell she doesn't believe me, but I know she doesn't mind. When I pull off the road she laughs quietly and I know she knows why I brought her here. The pier is a little bit of a marker for our relationship. And the beach beside it, I guess. When we get out of the car she takes my hands again, the cool metal of her engagement ring like silk against my hand. It's the best feeling, to know that the ring is there and that I get to have her forever. I really just want to be married.

"Feeling sentimental?" she asks quietly. The breeze gently blew her hair from the bun she had it gathered into and she looked perfectly beautiful.

"A little. You know, I used to think this is where I'd propose to you," I tell her. "Back when we were first together."

"You thought about that back then?"

"Of course. When you were trying to get rid of me I was planning our wedding." That was sort of a joke. Mostly.

"I didn't try to get rid of you," she defends, lightly hitting my arm. I lift my eyebrows and she laughs, rolling her eyes at me. "Whatever, Harry."

"Whatever, yeah. You did everything you could to push me away."

"You were too obsessed with me."

I laugh and shake my head at her while she giggles at her own joke. I could not be more in love with her. Actually, I say that all the time and then there's times like this when I prove myself wrong, but right now it feels like I would explode if I loved her any more.

When we get to the end of the pier she huddles against my side. I don't think coming back here for good is ever going to be an option for us, but part of me thinks it would be nice to live here again. If us being together wasn't such a huge scandal then maybe we could.

"I still can't believe Kylie randomly switched the date of the wedding," Savannah says. I smile and get little butterflies in my stomach thinking about just why they switched the wedding.

"Doesn't seem like that much of a stress for Kylie."

"That's true."

Savannah's POV

"I'm going to be up early tomorrow. Kylie wants to go to a spa in the morning for facials and then we're getting our hair and makeup done. And you know she wouldn't let me see my dress?"

"Really?"

"Yeah! What if it doesn't fit? What if it looks terrible on me?"

"Baby, that's not possible," Harry says, kissing my forehead.

"Thank you for not hitting Troy." I look up at him and he smiles this weird little smile. "Mason would have been really mad."

"He probably would have been fine. At least he won't be there tomorrow."

"What?" I frown and he gets this look on his face like he just made a mistake. "He's the best man, why wouldn't he be there tomorrow?"

"Umm...no reason."

"Okay," I laugh.

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"Kylie, quit it," I groan. She yanks the blankets out of my grip and I hide my face against Harry's arm. He just laughs.

"Get your lazy ass out of this bed. The car is waiting outside."

"Kylie, it's not even light out."

"We need to get started!"

"You're bridezilla." Harry laughs again and I wrap my arms around his.

"Baby, you have to get up," he says gently. He turns onto his side and I peek one eye open at him. "Lots to do."

"Fine," I grumble. He kisses me once and lays on his back again. When I turn to get out of bed Kylie shakes her head at me. "What?"

"You listen to him and not your best friend?" she asks.

"You barged in here at six in the morning and woke me up by yelling at me. Harry is nice. Plus he's cute."

"I'm cute!"

"Not the same," I said, passing her to go to the closet. I pulled on yoga pants and a button-up plaid shirt that I wasn't sure if it was mine or Harry's in the dark. Kylie was sitting on my bed which didn't surprise me but Harry seemed a little put off. That girl has no boundaries.

"Finally!" she said, jumping up. She took my hand and pulled me out of the room. "See you later, Harry!"

"You girls have fun," he called sleepily. Kylie wouldn't even let me peek in on my kids before we left and it felt like we were in high school again. It was nice to be able to spend time with her, though. She chattered away in the limo, showing me pictures of different nail and hair styles. She seemed much more concerned with what I was going to look like and every time I tried to ask her what she wanted to do she brought it right back to me.

I almost fell asleep getting the facial and when the lady started on my makeup I asked her to try to make it look like I wasn't tired. She just smiled and told me not to worry about it.

"What about an updo?"

"No, I don't feel like an updo," I said.

"Oh! I know what would look so pretty. What about that elegant like, fifties style curls to the one side. That would look so nice!"

"Yeah, that sounds good," I agreed. My makeup was made to match that style, with a red lip and simple eye shadow with dark, thicker eye liner. Our nails were next and we just stuck to french tips for both of us.

"Okay, so your Mom is going to meet us at my house and then we're going to go over to the ceremony thing. They have a little tent set up where we can get ready," she explained as we got into the limo again.

They were getting married at a golf course; they had a special area set up that overlooked the beach and she showed me pictures of how everything would be set up for the ceremony. It was completely perfect. We got my Mom from her and Mason's house and picked up the dresses as well. When we got to the golf course Kylie and my Mom were far too excited. They were practically giddy.

"Kylie, this looks amazing," I said, staring at the area set up for the ceremony. The light pink and white flowers and the archway and the view. Everything looks completely perfect.

"I'm glad you think so," she said happily. When we walk into the tent my mouth dropped open.

"Anne? Gemma? What...what are you doing here?" I ask, hugging both of them. "Sophie, too?"

"Hi Mummy," she said, holding her hands up for me. I set her on my hip and noticed her hair had been all pinned up.

"You look so pretty," I tell her. When I look around at all of their faces I notice I'm the only one that doesn't know what's going on right now. "What's going on? Why are you guys in California?"

"We have a bit of a surprise," Kylie says. "I'm not getting married today."

"What? Then why did you get me up at such an awful hour?"

"Because I had to." She smiles and stands in front of me. "Someone is still getting married today."

"Okay...so, who is?"

"You."

Notes

aaaaahahahah im so excited :D