SINS (Completed)

HYMN FOR THE WEEKEND

I giggle happily as Dad twirls me around under our hands and brings me back to waltz to the music. I rest my hand on his shoulder and sway to the rhythm,

"You really have turned into an oldie." Dad mutters teasingly and I chuckle with my jaw dropping low.

I immediately withdraw my hand from his shoulder and pull back straightening my other arm, shimmying goofily.

He laughs, and takes my lead to bring us back together, this time flipping out rigorous side waves in sync.

The planner beckons him over soon after, so he raises his finger to me and walks away, bobbing his head.

It leaves me alone on the dance floor, taken up by Celia-Aiden and other couples. I throw my fists up and hurl them around, turning to find Lily jogging up to me.

"Come here, you-" she curls her index finger at me.

I pull her by my hands tugging on an imaginary rope move, until we land in the signature waltzing embrace, and side step to and fro.

"Who's the best man again?" She asks, her shoulders rising up and down in sensual waves.

"Aiden's friend. And don't even think what you're thinking, you're already spoken for." I answer in amusement.

"So are you and you're still dancing with another woman, uh. Girlfriends these days, I tell you." She shakes her hair strand away from her face, looking up at the ceiling.

"Where is he though, I didn't see him after the ceremony." Lily pushes me away and then pulls me back in.

"Scott? Just shoving his tongue down a bridesmaid's throat by the pillar there." She chips.

I glare at her with a dead stare.

"I don't know, must be somewhere around- oh wait- is that his butt- yep totally. There you go." She turns around and hops down to the crowd forming on the stage, the couples breaking away to a chaotic prom night dance.

I laugh and walk around to the corner where she spotted Hardin, his butt precisely.

As I close in, I see his back facing and talking into his phone with two fingers to his free ear. His sleeves are raised to his elbows gruffly, thrown against one of which is his coat dangling.

I tap his shoulder and he turns around, raising his brow at me in greeting.

"Fine, I'll text you when I land." He hangs up, and pushes the device back into his pocket, pushing the hair off his temple.

"Land?" I chuckle in ridiculous curiosity.

"I'll have to fly back to Liverpool tonight. Some papers I need to sign for the board." He presses his lips into a thin line, his doe eyes twinkling in apology.

"Tonight, you're kidding." My mood drops to a deep low.

I wait for him to tell me it's a prank and his dimpled smile to appear, but all he does is lick his lips as he shakes his head in a no, so slow that I could've almost missed it.

"You can fly down later with Preston. I'll come pick you from the airport and you can bore me all the way with the honeymoon tales." He smiles playfully, trying to convince me that this isn't so bad.

Maybe it really isn't, but this wedding had allowed us both to be in such a personal, happy bubble that I didn't have to remember that we had any other world apart from this.

And this kind of happiness, peace- love, had cost me dearly. I almost feel like if I don't have it in front of my eyes, it will disappear like a dream.