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"Jenna, you can't be serious." I say to my best friend as we sat in our favorite bakery where I used to work in high school.
"Please? He's not that bad and I know you don't really hate him." She says as she gave me a look.
"It's Harry though. It's not that I hate him. He's just annoying and makes an effort to embarrass me." I huff.
"So? You're perfectly capable of dishing it back out to him and I really want you to be my maid of honor. Jason can't just change his pick for Best Man. He already asked him."
I let out a deep breath and sighed, not really wanting to deal with him teasing me the whole time but I suppose I could suck it up and do this for her.
"Fine. I'll walk with him."
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After a few more months of planning it was time for the rehearsal dinner and to say I was nervous would be an understatement. I hadn't seen Harry since a month after graduation. He took off for London as soon as he could and I would never admit how much it hurt me to see him go.
Growing up it was always Harry, Jason, Jenna, and me. We lived on the same block and spent every day together, causing trouble and enjoying ourselves on our time off from school or work. When we started hanging out I felt like the odd ball because the three of them were so outgoing and everyone loved them, but I was the shy girl who didn't really say much to new people.
I met Harry in kindergarten. As little boy he walked over to me as I sat alone coloring in the corner of the classroom. He watched me for a bit then told me he thought my picture was pretty and ever since then I kind of just stayed by him. He didn't seem to mind one bit though. He would take me over to play games with him and his friends, who I later became best friends with as well. Jenna and Jason.
Ever since that day he kind of took me under his wing and although he annoyed the hell out of me I knew he would always be there. He looked out for me if I was being picked on, yelling at the kids who pushed me over or tripped me. The only problem was that as we got older I started to develop stronger feelings for him, but of course I hid it behind sassy comments which he seemed to love because it became like a game to him to see how much he could push my buttons until I snapped. Hence the reason why I was dreading seeing him again for the rehearsal dinner.
"Charlie, have a drink. You look like you're going to pass out." Jenna teased as she handed me a glass of some sort of alcohol which I immediately drank half of.
"He's not dating anyone you know." She added with a smile.
"No... Even if I did tell him the truth there's no way he would go for a girl like me. I'm not his type." I shake my head then take another sip of the drink.
"I wouldn't be so sure. It seems to me that "his type" hasn't been working out very well for him lately." She smiled.
I just shook my head and didn't comment any further. Instead I looked towards the church doors as they opened, seeing him walk in looking gorgeous as ever. He had changed quite a bit since I last saw him. The once lanky bakery boy with wild hair was now a hot shot artist wearing skinny jeans and a yellow button up shirt with his long curly hair flowing over his shoulders. His tattoos peeked out from the opening at his chest and continued down his arms. He definitely was more muscular now as well.
"Stop staring, sweetheart, and give me a hug." He smirked at me.
This man will be the death of me.

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