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Without You

Summary:
Bella is on her own when she finds the clearing. When Laurent finds her there, her werewolf saviors are nowhere to be found. Is Laurent a good guy, or will his bad side overcome him? Thanks a jillion to MRSBellaCullenBlack for the wonderful banner!!! :D


Notes:
So, I had this story on here for a little bit... but then I deleted it. I totally forget why, actually. So, if you've read it already, you don't have to review... until I put up new updates, that is :)


23. Freak Out

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Alice had planned almost the entire wedding at a shockingly fast pace. It was only three days after we got to Forks that Alice dragged me into her massive bathroom. She told me to cover my eyes, and I obeyed, even though I was extremely irritated. I was having a nice Cullen, Charlie, and Jacob-free moment with Laurent, which were getting more and more rare, when she pulled me right out of his arms and carried me to her bathroom.

“Sorry!” she called over her shoulder.

When she finally let me struggle out of her grasp, she made me cover my eyes. “Alice, this is silly,” I sighed.

She giggled, and pushed me forward gently.

“Okay... open!” she exclaimed.

I opened my eyes and what I saw made my jaw drop. Alice was holding up what was quite possibly the most beautiful wedding dress I had ever seen.

“And you get to try it on!” she squealed.

A minute later, Alice had me all dressed and standing in front of the mirror. I grinned. It was a beautiful dress. Alice had worked her magic.

There was a knock at the door. “Uh, Bella?” It was Laurent.

“Yeah?” I called, still looking in the mirror. Alice was fluttering all around me, adjusting here, tweaking there.

“Charlie is at the door, and he wants to see you,” he said. He was holding something back.

And I understood why as soon as Charlie's fists hit the door. “Bella, I know you're in there, and I know you are talking about wedding stuff, and I need you to tell Alice that there is no way I am wearing the suit she sent over!” he exclaimed.

I laughed. “Dad, you're a little worked up about it, don't you think?”

He threw open the door, and Alice freaked out. “Laurent, cover your eyes now!” she shrieked. By the time the door swung open, Laurent had his hands over his eyes, and he was facing the other way.

“What's going on?” he gasped.

“Charlie, why in the world would you throw the door open?” asked Alice, ignoring Laurent.

“What's going on?” repeated Laurent. “Why can't I look over there?”

“Do you see this suit, Alice? I look ridiculous!” cried Charlie.

“I'm going to look if I don't find out now,” said Laurent.

“Turn around and I'll rip your arms off, Laurent,” growled Alice. “Charlie, you look fine. Don't get upset just because it doesn't look like what you wore the last time you dressed up. Now both of you go!” She slammed the door.

I laughed. “Wow...”

Alice shook her head. “See what you've put me through?” she asked, throwing her arms into the air.

“You love it.”

“I totally love it,” she gushed. “Weddings are so much fun! But, now that I know what you look like in the dress, you have to get out of it. I still have to make a few changes, and then it'll be perfect.”

I frowned. “Alice, you've not told me when the wedding is,” I sighed. She had been keeping it secret, even though I knew she knew when we were having it.

She grinned. “Oh, I know.”

I almost stomped my foot, but then realized that I'd probably look like a five-year-old. I settled for whining. “But why? It's my wedding!”

She unzipped the back of my dress and threw my clothes at me. When I finally had them on, she spoke. “Well, considering it's tomorrow... I didn't want you to freak out.”

“Tomorrow?” I squeaked. I opened the bathroom door and almost ran out. “Laurent!” I called.

He was in the room a second later. Alice slammed the bathroom door behind me. She didn't want him to see the dress at all.

He swept past me and yelled at Alice through the door. “That is hardly fair, Alice! How am I supposed to invi-”

“It's already done!” sang Alice from the other side. “I know who you want to invite, and they've been invited.”

He turned towards me, a puzzled expression on his face. “Well, that was my only complaint.”

I knew there was someone she couldn't get out in time. “What about Ren-”

“Got her,” answered Alice simply. “She'll be here in a few hours.”

I looked at Laurent, absolutely dumbstruck. “I... I guess we're getting married tomorrow.”

He frowned. “I don't really have any objections.”

Alice spoke again, and this time I could tell she was right behind the door. “And Bella?” she asked. She sounded like she was trying not to laugh.

“What is it?” I asked skeptically.

“Your mom is less than two minutes away.”

“What?” I gasped. “I don't even know what to tell her! She'll know I'm lying when I tell her where I've been! Oh, God,” I exclaimed. I ran down the stairs, but didn't really have a reason why. I just needed something to do while I freaked out.

“Bella, Bella, calm down,” said Laurent, taking my shoulders.

“I don't know what I'm going to tell her,” I whispered.

“I'll handle it,” he murmured.

“She'll know that I'm hiding something! She can read me like a book,” I breathed.

“Bella, don't worry.”

“Don't worry!” I hissed. “How can't I worry whe-” The sound of the door opened cut me off. I pasted a smile on my face and turned to see my mom standing with Carlisle and Phil, who had her bags in their arms. “Mom!” I exclaimed, trying my hardest to seem as enthusiastic as I could while I was as nervous as I was.

“Oh, Bella!” she exclaimed. She closed the short distance between us quickly and swept me up into a tight hug. “I've missed you so much, and I thought you were dead, and then you came back, and then you're getting married!” she gasped.

“Mom, mom, mom,” I laughed. “Breathe.”

She looked over my shoulder. “And is this the guy?” she asked.

I stepped away from her, and Laurent stepped forward. “Yes, I am the lucky one,” said Laurent, switching on his irresistible French charm.

Renee smiled. “How did you and Bella meet?” she asked innocently. I knew that voice... it was the one she used when she wanted to seem nonchalant, but really was dying to know.

Laurent remained vague. “We were introduced through the Cullens.”

Mom was clearly not satisfied, but she knew she could get it out of me easily. She let it go, and gestured to Phil. “This is my husband, Phil,” she said grinning from ear to ear. Phil put the bags on the ground and reached for Laurent's hand.

“Nice to meet you,” he said, looking Laurent over. I never really thought of Phil as someone who would be protective over me, but I knew as soon as he looked at Laurent that he was. Phil gave me a quick hug and then turned to Carlisle. “Where do you want me to put the bags?” he asked.

Esme entered the room from the kitchen. “I'll show you to you rooms,” she said, smiling warmly. She loved showing guests around the house, but she hardly ever got to do it.

I turned to Laurent as soon as they left.

“Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?” asked Laurent, wrapping his arms around me.

I sighed. “She hasn't even started yet. She'll know that we aren't telling the truth, and there is no way we could tell her where we've been, or what we've been doing!”

Laurent frowned. “Let's not worry about that now. We'll think of something later, on the honeymoon maybe,” he suggested.

I nodded. I would be happy putting the conversation with my mom off for as long as I could.