Thomas Inskip and Lara Huyghes wedding was on August Sixth. It was a beautiful Saturday with a clear sky. The sun was shining even though there had been rain the past four days, the couple was lucky.

Harry's friend, Skippy had called him a week before the wedding. He had seen the pictures in the newspapers and he needed to inform his friend. He didn't want to upset Evee (she had agreed to come around the end of july) and he didn't want any drama at the wedding. Lara had insisted on inviting Harry's ex, Chelsy to the wedding reception. She honestly didn't think the girl would come, she spent a lot of time in South-Africa so surely she wouldn't come to London just for a reception. It was out of politeness that they invited her. The couple hadn't really heard much from Harry's ex in the last few years but they were quite close when Harry and her were still together. When Chelsy rang them up to tell them she would be coming, they were more than surprised.

And a little regretful after the whole scandal leaked out with the pictures. Thomas himself, didn't believe a word that had written. Yes, there were pictures but they were blurry and he believed his best mate. He knew how much Harry liked the small nurse.

"I don't know if you knew this or not, but Lara invited Chelsy to the wedding reception." Harry heard his friend speak.

"You're kidding, right?" Things were just looking up for Evee and him. Sure, she was busy with work but she had let him come over on multiple occasions. She was opening up to him again and every day he could see more and more of the girl he met at the hospital. She smiled more, her barking laughter hadn't come up yet but he did his best.

"Afraid not. Look, I suggest you tell Evee about it."

"Oh believe me, I will. I'm not hiding anything anymore."

"Think she'll still want to come?"

"I bought flowers for her every day and I cleaned her apartment for the last seven days. I took a cooking class, just so I could make her dinner every night and I begged her multiple times a day to be my date at your wedding. She agreed to come along after I made the best spaghetti in the world."

When Harry told Evee his ex (and the third character in the drama) would be at the wedding, she honestly didn't know how to feel. She was curious on how the girl would be, Harry had told her a million times that Chelsy would probably be really nice to her and she shouldn't worry but the nurse couldn't help herself. She wasn't afraid to be intimidated by her, not at all. Evee wasn't the girl to get impressed easily. It was the fact that the press would, once again, write about them.

She had spoken to Chloe about everything. What Harry told her about the pictures, how he had apologized and nearly begged on his knees (Chloe had difficulty holding back laughter at that point), about the wedding and the Chelsy situation. Her friend said she believed Harry and that Evee should stop looking at everyone else but focus on herself.

When Chloe asked the blonde if she still loved Harry and she replied with an of course, she said that she shouldn't let the public destroy her relationship. Chloe still didn't approve of Harry's hugging skills with his ex but she could understand how the newspapers made it look like mayhem. She had told her friend that this probably wouldn't be the first time something like this would happen, that they would try and tear them apart but if they loved each other, it would be enough to conquer everything.

Chloe told Eveline that she should look her best for the wedding and be friendly to the girl, especially in front of the cameras because it would throw the press off. They wouldn't expect it.

When Evee showcased a red dress in front of Chloe at one of these expensive stores in central London (the name of the store was something French), she squealed. It was the perfect dress. It was sexy without being a slut. "Your ass looks amazing in that dress. Buy it. Now."

"Chlo, it's 305,89 pounds."

"It doesn't matter. I can sponsor if you like, it's for a good cause." The brunette grinned at her friend. She couldn't wait to see her friend looking amazing in the papers.

"Hell no. That's not happening. I have some money saved up. I'll just eat toast for the rest of the month."

"I thought Harry cooked now. Problem solved." Her friend waved her hand at Evee, implying to get a move on. "Buy the damn dress. You'll thank me later. Come on, let's get lunch."

"Toast?"

"I'll buy."

Evee woke up quite early on the day of the wedding, Harry would pick her up because the wedding would take place just outside of London, on a small private property owned by Skippy's family. Looking at the clock, she saw that she still had two hours to get ready. Evee ate some toast with jam and made her way towards the bathroom. Her thoughts wandered of when she showered, what would she say to Chelsy? She had to be friendly and she didn't want to ask the girl too many questions. It was then that Evee decided she would just say hello and wait until Chelsy would actually say something about the whole situation.

She blowdried her hair, adding some curls at the bottom of her hairlength. She managed to pull her dress on but couldn't close the zipper. "Ah crap. I did not think this through." She mumbled. It was around nine, just when she finished her make up, that she heard a knock on her door.

"Hi." She smiled, letting Harry in. James immediately nodded his head at her and turned around, making his way towards the car to wait for the couple.

Harry was stunned by the beauty that he (luckily) could still call his girlfriend. The red really did it for him. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks. Could you actually zip me up? My arms are too short." She wanted to tell him how handsome he looked in his black suit. "You look good." She mumbled as she turned around.

Evee could feel the slight touch of his fingertips on her back. She tried not to moan, she hadn't had sex in four weeks for crying out loud. Every time she smelled his cologne, she thought she'd melt.

"You're getting goosebumps." He mumbled, effortlessly closing the dress behind her. Evee didn't reply but when she felt his hands on her arms and his mouth at the side of her neck, she couldn't help but turn her head to the side, giving him more room. "I love you."

"Mmm." She moaned underneath his touch, the slight stubble of his beard scratching her right shoulder. She wasn't ready to say it back.

"I've missed you." His lips mumbled underneath her earlobe.

Her hands couldn't stay still, wrapping one hand to the side of his head, she lost her fingers in his hair, pushing him closer towards her. "Kiss me, Harry."

She had kept him at bay for ten days but seeing him this handsome really did it for her. His touch drove her crazy. She turned her head towards him and his lips immediately crashed on to hers. God, she had missed them. It was slow at first. They savoured each other's lips like it was the last time they would kiss. It was when Evee turned around that it became passionate. Her hands were in his hair, his around her waist. When she felt herself crash into the livingroomwall (she hadn't noticed they were walking), she wrapped her legs around his waist. His arms immediately wrapped themselves around her thighs, lifting her.

When he managed to walk towards the bedroom, opening the door with a crash, he threw her on the bed. Harry didn't think twice as he lifted up her skirt to see black lacy panties. Groaning, he didn't waste any time on pulling them down.

He had done it a couple of times before, sure but this time it was different. Harry didn't think he'd be able to do this again two weeks ago. He thought he lost her for good. Every touch, every moan she made, he registered in his mind as if he'd never feel or hear her again.

He was grateful, God he was so grateful.

When Evee felt his mouth on her lower region, she couldn't help but moan too loudly. Grasping his hair, she pulled him closer. "Fucking hell." It never took him long to make her orgasm that way. When the waves of pleasure finally stopped, she pulled on his tuxedo, bringing him up to her eyelevel. She could taste herself on his lips. "Fuck me, Harry."

She didn't have to tell him twice. For once he didn't care about stains on his expensive suit. They didn't waste time to take off their clothes. When she finally felt him inside, her eyes closed. She had missed this so much. Him, groaning in her ears. The sound of the bed squeaking underneath. His heavy breaths.

The way he made her feel like she was the only one in the world.

The way somehow, it just fit. The two of them. It was a complete puzzle.

The way they just melted together. No boundaries.

The way he could shoot electricity through her veins with just one simple touch.

Life was just not fair.

Finally reaching their peek, Evee realized they had a wedding to attend. "Harry, the wedding. We'll be late."

"They'll forgive us. We did it for a good cause." He mumbled, his head still on her chest, a stupid grin on his face. He loved the smell of her perfume. He just wanted to stay, for all he cared, they didn't even have to go to the wedding. He just wanted to feel her skin on his. A warmth two weeks ago he thought he'd never be able to feel again.

Just thinking about it, he could cry. Never ever before, had a woman made him feel like that. He was broken. Devastated. If she would have dumped him straight forward, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to cope, it was that bad. She had made such an impact on him.

Luckily Evee had some sense and she knew Harry owed it to Skippy to be at their wedding. "I know you're scared of losing me, but if we don't go to the wedding, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." Evee whispered.

"Please promise you'll stay." Harry answered, his voice nearly cracking. His blue orbs begging her. He looked so vulnerable right now.

"I'll stay." Evee spoke in all seriousness, looking him in the eye. "If you'll feel better, I'll always stay."

"Please." He couldn't help but inhale her scent once again. Roses. She always smelled like roses.