I'll Tear Down the Stars for You

“Ebony. Let’s go,” I looked up from staring at my hands to see Freddy and Hannah standing in the doorway of the mixing room. I had come down with Mark seeing as he insisted that I did; he has been extremely clingy towards me lately.

“Where are you going?” Mark asked, spinning around on his swivel chair to face me.

“Shopping for wedding dresses,” I mumbled, my eyes flicking to the arm chair that Tom was slouching in. I watched as he winced at my words. I know what you’re wondering. Why are you and Tom in the same room? But that’s the thing. Just because we aren’t talking anymore, doesn’t mean we can’t be in the same room. We’re mature enough not to make a big deal out it.

“Oh have fun Ebony. And get a beautiful dress, yes? In fact, show me when you’ve come back. Dress up in it,” Mark smirked at me.

“No. It’s bad look for the broom to see the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding. I don’t want any more bad luck, thank you very much,” I rolled my eyes and made my way out of the studio when I heard Mark mumble,”

“Dumb bitch. She actually believes in that shit?” I slammed the door shut and stomped out of the house to my Picasso that sat outside on the drive waiting for me.

“Do you have any ideas of what you want your dress to look like?” I shook my head and turned the key in the ignition to bring the engine to life. The car fell deadly silent as we entered the motorway and sped our way towards town.

***
We arrived at the store that was full of wedding dresses, staring at the dresses that were shown in the windows in complete ore. We were here once again and we knew how much of a nightmare it was last time. Giggling at the memory, I turned the ignition off and got out of the car, Freddy and Hannah following my every step.

“Hello and welcome to Eve’s Dresses!” One of the ladies that worked in the store greeted as the bell above the door rung. “How may I help you this fine morning?”

Oh I don’t know. Possibly guiding us to choosing the perfect wedding dress? “We’re just looking at different wedding dresses today,”

“Ah. Well, looking at your figure, I know what dresses will suit you best. Let me go find them, I’ll be back in a second,” I raised my eyebrow up at Hannah and Freddy as if to say “this lady is rather pushy,”. In a matter of seconds, the lady –who’s name I do not know– came back with 3 dresses folded over her left arm.

“Here, Try these on. The dressing room is to your right,” I looked to my right to see a huge sign which read “Fitting Rooms”.

***

I stood in front of the mirror staring at myself in the 3rd dress that looked perfect. Too perfect. I couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong. But what? I don’t know. I lie.

“Ebony. Is everything okay?” Freddy stepped to stand next to me.

“I don’t know” I whispered. “Am I doing the right thing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Am I doing the right thing by marrying Mark?” I looked over at Freddy with tears pricking at my eyes.

“Does it feel right to you?” I shrugged.

“I don’t know. It did when I said yes to him, but now. Now it just feels wrong,” a tear fell down my cheek, but I was quick to wipe it away.

“It’s because of Tom, isn’t it?” I looked away from her, knowing that she would not what I’m thinking.

“Yeah,” I whispered.

TOM’S POV

As soon as the door shut and Ebony, Hannah and Freddy were down the stairs to the first floor, I glared over at Mark, my hands curling into fists. I shook my head and stomped over to the jerk, glaring down at him as I stood at his side.

“Tom. What are you doing?”

“You bastard,” I growled.

“Excuse me?” Mark stood up and glared at me. He may be big, but I wasn’t scared of him. Sort of.

“You called your fiancée,” I gulped. “A dumb bitch. Why’d you do that? You’re supposed to love her!” he shrugged his shoulders and sat back down.

“Because she is a dumb bitch,” I wanted to smack him. Kick him. Kill him.

“You fucking bastard! Don’t call her that! You’re such a jerk, I don’t get what she sees in you! You treat her like crap! Like when she said yes to you, you weren’t even bothered that she had come all this way to talk to you. You treat her like utter crap!” I screamed at him, stopping myself before I said anything worse.

“God. Why are you being so defensive over her?” he chuckled to himself.

“Because you took away the one woman I really ever loved,” I whispered, a tear rolling down my cheek as I walked out of the room, being sure to slam the door shut behind me.

BILL’S POV

I heard Ebony, Freddy and Hannah arrive back from shopping for wedding dresses so I left the mixing room to go and greet them. I had to talk to her about what happened between Mark and Tom. In my honest opinion, I think Ebony has made the wrong decision, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to get Ebony and Tom back together.

“Ebony,” She looked up at me as I stood in the doorway of the living room. “I need to talk to you about Mark,” she rolled her eyes at the sound of his name. “He argued with Tom after you went out,”

“What happened?” she asked. I walked in and sat beside her on the sofa, staring right into her eyes.

“Basically, Mark called you a dumb bitch as you walked out, and Tom had a go at him for it and Mark was all like “God why are you being so defensive over her?” and Tom was like “because you took away the one woman I ever loved” and he walked out crying. Mark was then sat bitching about you and Tom and how he’s going to have to keep you two apart,” she huffed and leaned back on the sofa.

“I heard him call me a dumb bitch but I don’t care about that. He’s just being a jerk,” she sighed.

“I need to ask you something,” she looked over at me and waiting for me to finish what I was saying. “Do you actually have feelings for Mark?” she sighed again and looked away from me.

“I don’t know,” I noticed how uncomfortable Ebony looked and so without a word, I stood up and left the living room.

EBONY’S POV

“Guys,” I whispered. “I don’t love Mark,” Hannah and Freddy looked up and stared at me with wide eyes. “I. I have to go. And. And talk to Tom,” I stood up and walked out of the living room and made my way up to the mixing room where I hoped that Tom still was.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I saw Tom sitting against the wall in the hallway as he blankly stared at his hands. He looks so lost.

“Tom?” I whispered as I walked up to him. “Tom?” I stopped before him, my hands on my hips. “I need to talk to you,” I still got no answer. “I know we’re not talking anymore but this is really important,” I still got no answer. “Tom. Stop ignoring me for fucks sake!” I snapped at him. Finally, he looked up at me.

“Why are you with him, Ebony?” he whispered.

“What?” I finally stopped glaring at him and gave him a confused look instead.

“Mark. Why are you with him? He doesn’t deserve someone like you,”

“If you would just list-“ he interrupted me.

“He called you a dumb bitch and you’re still with him? I know you heard him. He’s only going to break your heart, Ebony,”

“If you would just-“

“I don’t get why you won’t just understand how much I wanted you back. You hurt me so much Ebony,”

“For fucks sake Tom! If you just listened to me for 1 minute, then maybe we wouldn’t be where we are right now! God, forget this. I’m out. Remind me never to try and tell you something important again,” and with that, I stormed into the mixing room and walked over to Gustav.

“Gustav,” a tear rolled down my cheek. “Can I talk to you?”

“Sure. What’s up?” Out of any of the guys, I knew I could always trust Gustav. He was sort of like the real brother I never really got. I mean, my relationship with Gustav shows me what I could’ve gotten with my biological brother if he wasn’t such a twat.

“It’s Tom,” I sniffed. “About 10 minutes ago I realised that I don’t love Mark, so I went to tell Tom in hopes that maybe things would change and we’d get back together. Well, not straight away, but, you get what I’m getting at, right?” Gustav nodded his head at me and so I continued. “Anyway, Tom just ignored me and kept asking why I was with Mark. He wouldn’t listen to what I had to tell him. And. And. Oh Gustav,” I flung my arms around his shoulders and cried into the crook of his neck.

“How do you feel about Tom?” He asked as he ran his fingers through my hair. I was silent for a few minutes until I answered;

“I think I still love him,” I wiped away the tears and stared into Gustav’s eyes. “But it’s too late to go back to him,”

“It’s never too late to do anything,” Gustav smiled at me. “All you have to do is build up your friendship with Tom again until you can tell him. Coming out with it like you were planning on isn’t that believable and can easily mess everything up. So wait a little bit before you tell him everything, okay?” I nodded my head and smiled at Gustav.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“It’s okay,” He replied, bringing me into a hug. I knew that Gustav was right, but I couldn’t help but think that it will be too late to tell Tom how I really feel. I could always tell Mark the truth first though and take it from there...