You are the maid of honor in your best friend's destination wedding, but you are single and depressed about having to attend solo. Stressed and grumpy on the long flight there, you have a few too many drinks and pass out, drooling, on the shoulder of your seatmate. When you arrive at the wedding, you are mortified to discover that your handsome seatmate is the best man, and you spend the rest of the wedding weekend trying to avoid him.
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This plane ride to the Leeward Islands in Fuji is one of the longest flights you've ever been on. The plane is freezing, and the stewardess has cut you off from alcoholic beverages. You don't feel the amount you've drank until you stand up to sneak your last mini liquor bottle to the bathroom. The guy next to you hasn't talked with you, even though you never attempted; he was hot.
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Getting off the plane, your best friend Aubrie picks you up, getting a taxi back to the resort you're staying at for the week. She rants about the food and drinks and how excellent the hotel is already.
You let out a hiccup as you stumble into the cab next to her. She realizes you're hungover from drinking on the flight and gets you back to your room.
Once in your room, you chug water, take a pain reliever, and slip your shoes off. Immediately taking a shower, you dry off and pass out on the bed naked under the blankets.
The next morning, Aubrie knocks on your door. Youre already up drinking coffee. "Hey!" You open the door hugging her.
"How was the plane ride? You slept all damn day yesterday!"
You try to remember the plane ride, but most of it, you were drinking and passed out after the 3rd movie. "Yeah, I drank most of the flight, but I slept most of the plane ride. I did sit next to this hot guy, though, so I behaved."
Aubrie laughs and rolls her eyes, "is that all it takes? You should've got his number! He's probably at the resort, if not in the hotel. Most of the flight was for the wedding anyways."
"There will be plenty of other hot men for me to gawk at your wedding or the beach. If anything, I'll disappoint one. But we will see." You sip your coffee and finish packing your beach bag.
"Whatever! You're hot, and Kristopher invited all his college friends, so they're plenty of yummy options." You continue to discuss the wedding plans and head out to the beach.
On the elevator, it stops, picking you and Aubri up on your floor. Walking onto the elevator, you make a slight split-second eye contact with the stranger from the plane and immediately stop the laugh you were letting out at Aubrie's joke about one of the shitty planning experiences that happened earlier this year.
"Hey Henry, how are you enjoying everything?" she greets him and starts talking about a wedding thing as you smile and nod as if you're listening.
You have a smile and try to listen, but your body is so hot. You can see yourself realizing Aubri is waiting for a response.
"y/n? Henry is the best man; remember we sat you two next to each other, so you don't get confused with the after-party and speeches."
"WHAT? I mean, yeah, I remember, of course." you nod and smile at Henry.
He's watching you and, smiling nicely, closes his mouth, and heads off the elevator. "I'll see you guys later."
Once he's off the elevator, your eyes close as you let out a long sigh, "FUUUUUCKKKK," you whisper. "That was the hot guy I got shit-faced next to."
Aubri laughs as she puts on her sunglasses, heading out of the elevator and the front door.
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Your BFFs Wedding
FanfictionHenry Cavill's Imagine Your Best friend Aubri is getting married on a tropical island. On the flight in, you get drunk and sit next to a hot stranger. How are you supposed to handle the embarrassment when he's everywhere you need to be?
