Ready To Run (Kaylor)

Part 54: This Time I'm Ready To Run

A/N: We finally made it to the end! Thank you guys so much for reading and for all of your lovely comments and votes! I'm so happy that the first story I've ever written became as popular as it did, so thank you so much! 

I really worked hard to make this update perfect for you all, so that's why there was a week in between updates! (I'm sorry!) Hopefully this extra long chapter makes it up for you! There will also be an epilogue that I'll likely post tomorrow/tonight just to tie everything together! :D :D 

Thank you everyone for reading, I can't believe how you've all stuck with the story for this long, enjoy! :D <3

Maddie :)

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Karlie

1 Year Later

“Hey! Karlie! Wake up!”

“Today’s the day! The one you’ve been waiting for all year? If you sleep through it, Taylor isn’t going to be impressed.”

Two high-pitched voices squealed simultaneously. All of the noise rang through my ears violently and sent a searing wave of pain through my head. I groaned in annoyance as I reached up and placed my hand on my forehead, praying that the headache I had would subside. Fits of laughter blared around the bed I was laying in. I tried opening my eyes, but quickly abandoned the attempt after the bright sunlight shone in in my face a little too much for my liking.

“Wow, someone is really hung over,” A thick, British accent teased. “Maybe we went a little too hard last night?” I managed to crack my eyes open just enough to get a glimpse of Cara’s face, which was stretched with humour. Looking around the room I found Lily sitting next to her. I groaned as I let a fatigued sigh escape me, catching eyes with Lily, who gave me a pitiful stare.

“What happened last night?” I grumbled, rubbing my fingers over the puffy bags under my eyes. I was definitely hung over—I knew that much. My mind spun and my stomach turned as I lifted my head off of the pillow underneath me, to which I quickly returned to my original position.

“And you’ve got the spins? You poor thing.” Lily cooed, her hand caressing my cheek. I nodded my head although they ignored my question, and asked once more.

“Guys, what did we do yesterday? And why does it seem like I’m the only one who feels like they’re about to die?” I pondered.

“Do you not remember that last night was your bachelorette party?” Cara asked, passing me a cold bottle of water. I shook my head as I greedily unscrewed the cap and chugged nearly half of the bottle down, quenching my dry mouth and throat.

“I’ve got to say that I’m a little bit upset that you don’t remember, it was a lot of fun!” Lily said, popping a Tylenol into her mouth. “It’s definitely a night that I won’t forget!” She added, bursting into another fit of giggles. Slowly, a few images from yesterday’s event began to seep into my head, and everything started to make a little bit more sense:

*Flashback*

“I can’t believe it!” I said for the hundredth time that afternoon. “We’re so close to the wedding! This time tomorrow we’ll be on our way to the reception, already married!” I squealed happily.

It was the early evening and Taylor and I were standing in the kitchen of her—now our—apartment. Last year I had moved in shortly after the engagement, deciding that Taylor’s place was a better fit for us than my old apartment would have been. The past few months had gone by quickly; they were filled with appointments, bookings, and fittings mixed in with our jobs that never seemed to end, but it would all finally be worth it. Even though we had been excited every step of the way we were both looking forward to heading off on our honeymoon, wherever and whenever we decided to go.