Marry you (Aaron Ramsey) [completed]

Chapter two

Aaron

The morning light wakes me up and I slowly open my eyes, while trying to understand where am I. The room, isn't familiar at all to me. There's no need of me trying to remember what had happened last night cause honestly I don't. Is it possible that I have drunk a lot ? Normally, I do follow my health schedule. I also have a headache but it's really not that bad. I turn on the bed only to face a pair of blue eyes looking at me.
- Good morning.
The girl says with a smile.
- Err...good morning to you too.
I reply. There's no need of me guessing what's going on. I already know.
Shit.
- So, mr. Ramsey, did you have fun last night ?
The girl asks while drawing invisible circles in my chest. I stop her by grabbing her hand. She looks at me surprised. I smile awkwardly at her.
How the fuck, did I let that happen ? I always make sure to leave, before them waking up. I honestly have fucked up now. And she remembers. She remembers my fucking name.
- Err...
I start but I figure out I have no idea what's her name. She looks at me with expectation.
- Yes ?
She asks.
- I...really...need...to...go.
She laughs.
- I thought so.
She says. I don't bother to ask what she means by that. I find my clothes and dress myself as fast as I can ignoring the way she's staring at me.
- When am I going to see you again ?
She asks.
And that's why, I make sure I always leave early enough.
- Well, I don't know now Daphne.
- D...what ?
I ignore the way she's looking at me now. Because she's really pissed off. And Daphne was the first name that came to my mind, and it clearly wasn't hers. But I do remember chatting with someone named Daphne last nigh. Anyway, she's not that one.
- Listen, I seriously need to go now. But,...I promise you that I'll call you sometime.
- So, let me give you my number.
She offers.
- No. You have to let me chase you. Show you that I'm interested. I'll search for your number myself.
I say. She raises an eyebrow at me. Well, I should really leave now, cause she's going to be really, really mad and that's surely something I don't want to deal with now. She's still staring at me and I take a moment to stare back at her. Well, that was a good choice I made last night. The girl looks like a model with her red hair and her tall legs. But...I've got other priorities.
- Do you think I'm stupid ? I know what you're doing.
She says rolling her eyes. I rub the back of my neck awkwardly. Of course she knows what I'm doing.
- I'm sorry err...whatever your name is, but...I...I don't...
I don't know what to say and she stares angrily at me. Then she nods.
- Fuck you Ramsey. You're such a womanizer.

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As I enter the gym, Mesut's already there. He looks up at me and smirks.
- You were supposed to be here...like...
I give him the death stare and he stops.
- The chic...caused some trouble.
I say not looking up at him. He smirks.
- Can't imagine why.
- Why ? Because they are all stupid. All thinking that they can have more than just an one night stand.
Mesut laughs. I roll my eyes.
- It's unbelievable the fact that you never had something more than an one stand.
He says. I don't look up at him immediately. When I do, he has already dropped his gaze.
- And who says that I never had more than an one night stand ?
I ask smirking.
- You did ?
He snaps raising his eyebrows.
- I...
- Here's the groom.
Olivier says approaching us. Mesut chuckles. I smirk.
- Our little boy gets married.
I tease.
- Man...I don't know...I'm so nervous.
He says burying his head in his hands.
- Our little boy's nervous.
I tease again patting his shoulder.
- Shut up, idiot! It's not funny.
He says but he himself bursts out laughing.
- Mesut, that's a shame. No more partying with us single boys anymore.
Olivier teases as well.
- Yeah, single boys...
Mesut says still laughing.
- Plus, the baby. Our little boy's going to be a father.
- Shut up Aaron!
- Yes, our little boy's going to have a little boy himself.
Olivier adds. We both look up at him.
- It's a girl.
I say furrowing my eyebrows at him.
- Then, our little boy's going to have a baby girl.
Olivier says again.
- Be prepared for a lot of struggling.
I say patting his shoulder.
- Oh, come on Ramsey. What do you know about being married ? Or having a baby ?
- I don't know nothing about having a baby. But...
- The fact is Mesut,...don't let Vanessa and the baby be the only thing, you care about.
Olivier says again.
- They are...the most important people in my life.
Olivier whistles and I laugh.
- Someone's way too prepared to be married.
Olivier says again.
- Yes, yes I am.
Mesut replies looking at me.
- What ?
I ask when I notice the way he stares at me.
- Nothing, just...the chic...
- Fuck you Ozil.
He laughs.
- I'm sorry. What did you tell her exactly ?
I rub the back of my neck awkwardly. They both stare at me with expectation.
- Nothing...just...that I'll search for her number...because I should be the one to chase her...
I haven't even finished my sentence and they're both laughing really hard.
- Idiots!
I mumble. Mesut looks at me, still laughing.
- Be careful, at the wedding they're going to be a lot of girls, make sure to keep your hands to yourself otherwise, Vanessa's going to make you marry whichever caught your attention.
He says and he and Olivier burst out laughing again.
- Funny. Idiots!

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I try to convince Mesut that the last night of his not married life's really important and that we should party like never before. We do go to a club and we do have a good time -well I did-.
- It's not everyday that my best friend gets married!
I exclaim.
- If you don't stop, I'm not going to get married.
He complains.
- You will don't worry, shit happens everyday.
- Stop it Aaron, I do want to get married.
- Try to convince yourself, that you really want to get tied up to a woman!
- I want! I love her idiot!
- Yes, keep lying to yourself.
- I'm not lying to myself. I'm glad she'll be my wife.
- Yes, I know you're glad. You'll see other women -hot women- around, and ? And nothing. You won't be able to do nothing.
- Vanessa's the hottest of all.
- That's a big word to say.
- Fuck your Ramsey, again, what do you know about marriage ?
- A lot more than you could ever imagine.
- That's a big word to say.
- Most probably it is.
I say chuckling.
- Tomorrow's the wedding. Make sure you'll behave.
He says.
- I always behave. You know that.
I say.
- You know what I mean.
He replies.
- I know Ozil, don't worry.

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I'm still trying to fix Mesut's tie. Well, his tie's great. But I'm bored. I have nothing else to do, and I behave like a bored five year old. Mesut's really tensed, I know that. He doesn't even complain that I have fix his tie a hundred times while we wait for Vanessa.
- Wasn't she supposed to be already here ?
- She must have read somewhere that the bride must be late. She trusts all these things that are written in magazines.
- Or...she decided that she doesn't want to marry you. Which is really clever if you ask me. You know that I'm...
- Yes, yes I know. You're not going to settle down never in your life, you're not one woman's man, blah, blah, blah. Since things with Vanessa became serious, you haven't stopped telling me these stuff.
- I wanted to protect you...from...from doing this.
I say pointing at all the ceremony. A lot of guests have arrived, congratulating him. I'm not even serious when saying that he shouldn't get married, but it's always fun teasing him. It's even funnier the fact that he can't tease me. Mesut taps his fingers nervously in his hand.
- Why is she that late ? Is it possible that you're right ?
He asks. I laugh. Torturing him a little more won't be that much of a big deal.
- I'm always right, you know that. She decided to leave you. Serves you right for ever believing and trusting a woman.
He pats my chest as long as the car that's supposed to bring Vanessa arrives. His mouth opens in shock. His hands are sweating and I can't do less than laugh. He's so anxious. It's almost ridiculous. I have never felt less anxious in my life before. And then it's my turn to look with my eyes wide open.
- What the...?
No, it can't be. No. I'm seeing things. I'm out of my mind. This can't be real. This can't be happening.
- Aaron...my...my hand.
Mesut says, looking at me confused, while I haven't realized that I'm squeezing his hand hard enough.
- I'm...I'm sorry.
- Isn't she beautiful ?
He asks.
- What ?
- Vanessa. Isn't she beautiful ?
I look briefly at Vanessa, who's approaching us, smiling like an idiot. What the hell's wrong here ?
- Mesut ?
He ignores me. His eyes are locked on Vanessa's. They both smile like idiots.
- Mesut ?
I try again.
- What is it ?
He asks. I'm trying to speak as fast as possible before Vanessa approaches us completely.
- She...
I say pointing at her with my gaze.
- Yes, what ?
Mesut asks briefly checking where I point him to.
- Who...who is she ?
As if you don't fucking know the answer.
I think to myself.
- Why ?
He asks smirking.
- Because...because just tell me. The black haired one. With the blue dress.
He rolls his eyes.
- Louisa. She's Louisa. Vanessa's best friend.
I swallow hard. This is not going to be good. She hasn't noticed me yet, that's the only good part. She shouldn't notice me. I make some steps away from Mesut, making sure that I won't be in the spotlight. I take a deep breath while running my fingers through my hair in frustration. This is bad. Really bad. And now what ?