Love, On Read (MxM)

Epilogue

A/N: Here it is :) I'll definitely miss Ollie and Haruto. While Love, on Read is quite a mess of a story, so is Ollie LOL. One day, I may try to revise it/rework it, but I'm still proud of finishing this story. No promises, but I may post a few extra scenes, snippets, etc., for Inksgiving, etc. later.  Thanks for reading this chaotically written story.  <3

Ollie's POV

"Is the tie okay?" I stood in the middle of the hotel room, waiting for Haruto to stop messing with his hair. Even though I was sure it'd be fine, he was still trying to comb it to perfection. He turned around with a grin. Wordlessly, he crossed the room, adjusted the tie for me, and kissed my forehead.

"Now, it's fine."

"Good."

"Still nervous?"

I sighed. "Of course I am. I don't know why they agreed to have me speak at the wedding. I'm shit with crowds."

He laughed before wrapping his arms around me. "You'll do great. You rehearsed it on the plane for hours and in the airport. And last night after dinner and—"

"Okay, okay," I interrupted. "I get it; I just don't want to mess it up."

He hummed, reaching behind me to grab the rental car keys. "If it makes you feel better, we can rehearse it in the car ride there."

"Yes, please." We parted from the hug, wordlessly checking the hotel for the essentials we'd need for the wedding, making sure I didn't forget the hotel room key like last time, and heading out the door.

The friendly valet people in the lobby pulled up to the curb with our car, sending Haruto the same hand sign as Mahealani demonstrated when we first met. A shaka, as the locals called it. I didn't try to mimic the gesture, but Haruto did effortlessly before retrieving the car keys from the man.

Haruto punched a destination into the GPS, but I quickly realized that this wasn't the place of the venue. "Where are we headed?"

He smirked. "Figured we could go sightseeing beforehand. Take a few photos before we get there."

"Oh, okay." I had wondered why we left the hotel early, but I figured that Hawai'i traffic was utterly different from California's. "Where's this at?"

He handed me his phone, which had the destination opened on Google. Pali Lookout. Haruto started the car, took the exit onto the main road, and said, "it's a historical lookout with amazing views. It's fairly windy, so I brought a travel-sized gel for the hair."

It looked absolutely stunning as I flipped through the photos on his phone. With an expansive view overlooking a cliff with the Pacific Ocean in the back, I could only imagine that the images wouldn't do it justice.

And after a thirty-minute drive, Haruto pulled into the moderately full parking lot. The wind was already strong as we got out of the car, our suits making noise as we headed up the slope to the lookout point. Tourists and locals congregated toward the concrete railing, giant signs with historical information posted nearby.

The photos really didn't do it justice. The mountains were a rich and diverse array of green, lush, with ferns and trees that extended into the sky, the mountain tops piercing the clouds above us. And as we got near the actual observation area, it was truly spectacular. The ocean was a deep blue, easily outshining the California coastline I was used to.

"Crazy, right?" Haruto asked. He held up his phone and took a few panorama photos before motioning for us to take a couple of selfies. I was still awkward with pictures, but his smile was contagious, and it was easy to be relaxed in a photo with Haruto.