As they make their way through January, the little bits of the wedding begin to fit together. “Hey, Phil. I just thought of something.”
“What will our last name be?”
“Hm.” Phil hesitates. “For some reason I assumed we’d just keep my name. You know, I’m kinda the male in the relationship.” He buffs his chest up and deepens his voice when he says this, and Dan laughs.
“Although that was pathetic, you make a good point.” He thinks on this for a moment. “Daniel Lester.” He nods. “Good suggestion.”
The month of February creeps up on Dan and Phil. Each day they live is a day closer to when they’ll be married. The planner is handling everything perfectly, and they have a honeymoon to the Bahamas completely planned out. Everything is great. Except Dan’s part.
All he could think was ‘you had one job!’ because he really does only have one job. And he’s doing a horrible job of completing it. All he has to do is write his vows. Yet he can’t do it. For some reason, he can’t figure out how to say it. He really doesn’t even know what he has to say.
Dan’s spread out on the bed, lacking motivation. He’s made a snow angel out of balls of paper, each one full of discarded vows. Who knew it would be so hard?
“What the hell am I to do? How am I to express my love for this spork when I’ve already done it in every way possible?” He writes this down, but then crumples it up. “Too cliche.”
“You okay in here?” Phil opens the door and stares at the bed. He can barely see the duvet. “You look like a true writer.”
“Thanks.” Dan sighs.
“I’m sure something will come to you?”
Dan sits on the car ride to Phil’s parents’ house, still struggling to write vows. The wedding is in a day, and he’s staring at a completely blank paper. “Phil, what do I do?”
The driver looks over at Dan. “What do you mean?”
“The wedding is tomorrow, and I haven’t written a word of my vows!” He sighs, hopeless.
Phil takes a deep breath. “Dan, why are you marrying me?” Dan opens his mouth to answer, but is cut off. “Don’t tell me. Tell the paper.” Dan writes down three simple words.
I love you.
Well, it’s a start.
It’s mid-afternoon when they arrive, and Dan immediately locks himself up in the Lesters’ spare bedroom. He starts scribbling on the paper. It’s then that he suddenly remembers the meaning of the word vow. Dan writes down lines and lines of reasons why he’s marrying Phil, and all the things he’ll do for Phil when they’re married. And for the first time, Dan’s satisfied with his vows.
He emerges from the room, beaming triumphantly. “Excuse my quick exit. I had to write something down.” He smiles directly at Phil, walking over and sitting down beside him on the couch. “I’ll be around now.”
The day passes quickly. Dan and Phil spend the afternoon talking to Phil’s parents and watching as workers set up the backyard. “Do you think we should go somewhere where we can’t watch?” Dan asks. “You know, make it a surprise for tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Phil agrees. “Hey Mum, when will dinner be ready?” he yells into the kitchen.
“In a few minutes!”
“There, we can go eat dinner.”
“Good, I’m starving. And your mum is a much better cook than either of us.” They chuckle.
“You’re not wrong.” The dinner is amazing, as expected. They head to bed full and separate. “It’s tradition,” Phil says. Dan sleeps in the guest room he wrote his vows in a few hours earlier, and Phil sleeps in his old room. Well, Phil sleeps. Dan sits awake thinking about the wedding. Is he ready? Can he really promise to spend the rest of his life with Phil? Dan’s never been much of an optimist.
He eventually wills himself to sleep, but only for an hour. Dawn rises and so does Dan. He remains in his room with his phone, unsure of whether or not he should leave. Finally he opens the door and peers around the corner. Phil is nowhere to be found, so he makes his way into the kitchen. “Good morning, Dan.” Phil’s mum is waiting there for him. “Here’s your breakfast. Phil’s getting ready. When you’re done, you can go back to your room and get ready yourself.” Dan takes the plate of bacon and eggs in the shape of a smiley face and grins. Phil’s mum is the sweetest to him. He eats his breakfast graciously and heads to his room to get dressed.
In the mirror, Dan admires himself in his wedding tux. He can’t believe the day has finally come. A knock comes on the door. “Yeah?”
“It’s time!” Phil’s mum calls in, and Dan opens the door. She smiles a caring smile that only mothers have. “You look wonderful. Thank you, Dan. You’ve made my son happy, through all of this. And that’s all I ever could have asked for.”
Dan smiles back softly. “You’re welcome. He’s all I ever could have asked for.” The two step out of the room, walking side by side to the backyard.
“Are you ready, Dan?” He nods and she steps out into the yard, heading to her seat. Dan is left alone. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, preparing himself to open the doors and see his wedding. To see the decorated backyard. To see Phil. The music begins to play, and the door is opened. Dan’s eyes open as he takes the first step into the grass.
Phil tears up. He can’t help but admire his soon-to-be husband as he marches down the rose-petal lined aisle. His chestnut hair is naturally wavy, and his eyes glisten in the February sunlight. Suddenly snow begins to fall on them, and Phil can’t help but to catch a flake on his tongue. Dan smiles, doing the same. The few guests giggle as Dan reaches Phil at the front of the crowd.
Clouds block the sun as the snowfall continues. Both boys are more entertained by the falling snow creating a beautiful bed of white on the ground than their own wedding. When it comes time for them to say their vows, each of them are jolted back to attention and pull a few index cards out of their suit pockets.
Phil speaks first. “Dan, you’ve brought me back to life. Before I met you, I was a young writer fighting both cancer and his own brain. I was alone, simply waiting for the end to come. But you came along and made my life worth living again. I want to be with you…” He pauses. “until the very end.” Dan’s tears begin to fall. “Daniel James Howell, I take you to be my husband. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. For as long as I’m on this earth, and who knows how long that will be, you’ll be number one in my book. I love you.” Dan attempts to pull himself together to read his own vows.
“Phil…” he stutters, attempting to calm himself down from how hard-hitting Phil’s vows were. “From the moment I saw you in the cafe for the first time, I knew you were the one. I loved you from the first time we spoke, and I would never let you go. I take you, Philip Michael Lester, to be my husband…” Dan stopped just as Phil did. They each took a page out of each other’s books, and neither knew. “until the very end. From your better days to your worst, I’ll be here to take care of you. I’m here to fight your battles with you and hold you up if you fall. And even as we pass the very end, I will always feel just as I do today. I love you, Phil.”
“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husbands. You may kiss the groom.” A voice speaks from their side, but they don’t pay attention. They’re too entranced with each other at this point to even tilt their heads. All they catch of the phrase is “kiss”, and that’s all they need. The kiss is soft and short, but they both know the longer ones will come later. The thought hits them each at the same time, as they turn and smile to the small crowd of close friends and family. Dan and Phil are finally married.
Numbers request for anon for Seb - 41 “You’re going out dressed like that?”
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You set your bag under the counter and call the next customer up to the desk. “What can I get you?” You ask the older man smiling over the desk at you.
“Just a tea and maybe one of those scones please.”
Grabbing the scone you take some butter before placing them on the tray while the tea settles in the cup beside you. You glance at the clock. 11:04. He was due soon. Taking the cash you immediately hand the man his tray and move on to the next few customers. A few minutes later you hear someone clear their throat and you smile.
“Sebastian.. let me guess a coffee?” You say, smiling up at him as he slowly nods before slumping down onto the chair beside your desk. “What’s wrong?”
You hear him sigh as you turn to face him while stirring his coffee. “I’ve a wedding to go to and I have no idea why I’m even going. I’m absolutely shattered, I only got back from filming last night at midnight and I’ve already spent a good three hours in the gym before rushing home to get changed.”
You had been working at this local coffee shop for a few months now and you almost knew Sebastian’s schedule like the back of your hand but today he had been late so that’s how you knew something was up with him. “Let me see you.” You say, motioning for him to stand in front of you again. Once he has you start examining his clothes. A dark navy suit, black leather shoes and a navy tie on a white shirt. “Mm.. something’s off..”
“Is it my hair? I tried for ages to get it to sit but you know how it is when it’s longer.”
You shake your head. “It’s not the hair. Maybe try it without the tie.” He takes the tie off and opens the top button of his shirt. “Yes! Much better.”
“Really?” He replies, sitting down again.
“Definitely. At this rate you may overshadow the groom.”
You both laugh when Sebastian rolls his eyes. “He’s one of my best friends so it’s not hard for me to do.. have you seen me?”
“Alright Mr Cocky. Calm your horses.” You reply, smirking when he winks at you. “Now get away from my desk before the manager throws you out for flirting with the staff.
“Oh you love it!”
“Shut it Mr or I’ll have to suggest the tie again and you won’t be able to overshadow anyone anymore.”
Just as your about to take the next customer Sebastian appears in front of you again. “What are you doing tonight?”
“Excuse me?” You say, setting down the pen and notebook in your hand.
“Tonight. What are you doing? Any plans?”
“Erm.. Netflix probably. Why?”
He smiles and you feel your heart skip a beat. Oh how you love that smile of his. “Your coming to a party!”
“Oh no! I ain’t going to any party Sebastian.. you can throw that idea back out the window.” You say, shaking your head which only causes his smile to widen.
You watch him bite his bottom lip and something stirs within you. “Your coming. I know where you live so you either be ready for seven or your going to the wedding party how I find you.”
“No arguments!” He shouts, weaving through the growing line of customers and out the revolving doors.
“Great.” You mumble to yourself as the young girl standing on the other side of the desk smiles up at you as if she can read your thoughts.
“Looks like you got a date..” She whispers before giving you the thumbs up.
You open the front door to Sebastian still in the suit from earlier.
“I don’t want to go.” You say, pulling down the hem of your shorter than short dress. It was the only thing in your wardrobe that looked remotely suitable for a wedding party.
You watch him side eye you. “Your going out dressed like that?”
Feeling even more self conscious you bite your bottom lip and try not to meet his piercing steel eyes. “Why, what’s wrong with it?”
“No nothing! In fact I love it..” He says, lifting your chin with his finger so your eyes meet his. “You look beautiful.”
Smiling up at him you feel your heart flutter and you can almost feel his do the same. “Well let’s go and overshadow the bride and groom then.”
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