Grant Gustin - Runnin' home to you
Can't say how the days will unfold,
Can't change what the future may hold.
But, I want you in it; every hour, every minute.
This world can race by far too fast,
Hard to see while it's all flying past.
But, it's clear now, you're standing here now.
I am meant to be wherever you are next to me...
All I want to do, Is come running home to you
Come running home to you.
And all my life I promise to,
Keep running home to you.
Keep running home, To you.
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As a teenager, Austen had never really given moments like this any thought. If anyone would've asked him about settling down, he would have just laughed and made some obnoxious joke intending to offend married people. Not that he gave any care to what people did with their lives, but he had this notion of deeply rooted in his psyche that marriage just wasn't for him. But time can truly change a person.
"God! This is weirdly bizarre," Nathan, his best friend, chimed in pulling Austen out of his thoughts. "You look dapper in white, though"
Austen smiled feeling a sudden boost in confidence as though it was what he needed at that moment. Although, Austen had worn white on the rarest of occasions other than today he knew Nathan was right, he looked great!"
Inhaling a deep breath he expelled negative thoughts, thinking about how in just a few minutes he would be standing at the end of the aisle awaiting the love of his life. Just the thought of his fiancée made his heart swell.
Although Austen was overly ecstatic, he could easily recall the last time he had been this nervous, which was the day he was going to propose.
The vivid memory was interrupted when Austen heard Nathan talking him out of his reverie.
"So on a scale of one to the day you proposed, how nervous are you?" Taking another deep breath he answered, "A solid 90"
"Damn, do you need a stiff or...?"
"Shut up," Austen ordered, laughing as Nathan did last minute preparation. He couldn't deny the fact that he was a nervous wreck. This was forever they were talking about. Valerie could change her mind, or should trip walking down the aisle, or someone in the audience could object. There were so many things that could ruin his day, as if he wasn't already freaking out enough.
"Valerie would most likely pass out when she sees you," Nathan admitted, fixing Austen's tux. He had never been more proud of his best friend, and as noticeable as his nerves were, Nathan could see the obvious joy and excitement in Austen's eyes. Austen was ready for this day, and that was something that they were both utterly bewildered by.
Austen and Nathan heard a knock on the door, Michael popping his heard into the room. He was clothed in the same bespoke attire as Nathan considering they were both groomsmen.
"Are you ready?" Michael asked.
The loaded question caused Austen's knees to buckle, but even when he was a nervous wreck, he still wanted this more than anything.
Nodding, he answered, "Let's do it."
He heard the music begin, signalling the commence of the ceremony. His hands clammy and trembled by his sides as the groomsmen, bridesmaids, flower girl and ring bearer all lined up to take their place at the altar. Austen, taking his place at the altar, stood patiently as he waited for his bride to appear. Everything seemed to be orderly and going as planned. Trying not to overthink, he just hoped it stayed that way till the very end.
Austen could feel his heart beating rapidly, his throat tight with nerves and his hands were sweaty. There was nothing he wanted more than to finally set his sights on Valerie. Blood rushed through his veins at the realisation. Then a random thought crossed his mind while waiting for Valerie to appear, and his anxiety was at an all time high. What if Valerie had bailed? What if-- she wasn't ready? Deciding last minute that maybe this wasn't the best idea? No, she wouldn't do that to me. Doubt was beginning to invade and take a hold of Austen's mind, but as soon as Valerie emerged in front of the opening, all of his doubts, questions and fears seemed to evaporate into thin air.
To be continued...