A/N: Hi there! This is my first multi-chapter fic, it's just a stupid little idea that came to me whilst watching Love Actually and this is the result. This chapter is painfully short, but this is basically an introduction, and I wanted to keep it short and sweet. Anyway, I hope you like it, and I'll try to update soon. However, I am currently in the midst of University exams (such fun, right?) so please bare with me :) Enjoy!

Shit.

Ash, you've really screwed up this time.

I don't regret what happened; I regret the amount of people I've hurt in the process.

I woke up around eleven, an hour before I was meant to be at the church. As my eyes adjusted to my surroundings, I realised that the hotel room I had previously thought was in my dreams, was in fact in my reality. My movements suddenly became frantic; knowing that chaos was probably ensuing back home. Grabbing my phone, my suspicions were confirmed; 24 missed calls, 15 text messages, 9 voicemails. Oh crap.

I didn't bother checking who had tried to call me, or the content of the text messages or voicemails. I began to mentally recite possible people to call...

Mom? Oh god no; she might know best, but she'd lecture me for at least fifteen minutes before she gave me anything remotely relating to a solution.

Brock? Brock would be disappointed in me too, but he would be more focussed on solving the issue first, then completely kick my ass later. Brock was like a big brother to me; he'd got me out of serious shit before, and it seemed like I was going to need him again.

So now, I'm mentally preparing myself to say last night's events out loud. In the spur of the moment, Misty and I had eloped. We weren't even together anymore, but last night, fuelled by the ecstasy of a spontaneous, passionate love making session, we eloped.

Now, that doesn't sound too bad...

It's the fact that she's meant to be marrying another man in fifty two minutes that might be the problem.