Your BFFs Wedding

The Wedding

Your morning yoga on the beach helped you clear your head after last night until Henry ran by shirtless. You tried looking away and focusing but could feel him staring at your ass. 

You wave him over, continuing as he walks down to the sand.

"I didn't know you were a yogi; I'd have you teach me," he takes his sunglasses off. 

"Hmm, I'm sure I could teach you something."

After some stretching, you return to his room; as soon as he gets in, he drinks water and moves to the shower. "Care to join me?"

You shake your head, "All I have are these shorts and this sports bra."

He walks over, kisses you, and reaches for the bra. "I'll give you some of my clothes," his face is in your neck, and his hands are grabbing your ass.

Giggling, you shake your head, "they will be too big," you feel him kissing your shoulders and neck.

"Then no shower," he bites your lip and holds your head.

Getting ready was hectic; nothing was going right, and the chaos started after the pre-wedding brunch. All the girls met for brunch at noon; no one was fully sober yet.

The makeup artists are 3 hours late, and the cake delivery driver is lost. Aubri cried through the coordinator's phone calls complaining to the baker.

You go to your room, and the only thing you can think about is Henry wanting to sit on his face. Your hair is done up, and your dress fits comfortably. 

The elevator up to Aubry's room stops at Henry's floor. You stand towards the wall and see Henry and three other groomsmen walk in. They are dressed up, heading to the bed above yours and greeting you. Henry nods at you as you wait to get to Aubry's floor, trying not to blush.

You get off the elevator, and he gets off right behind you. "I'll be up after I check on them." The guys understand, and the doors close.

Henry grabs your arm and quietly pushes you to the wall, crushing his lips to yours. Making out for a while, you pull away and check your lipstick in the mirror. It's all over him. "Give me your panties," you look shocked at him, and he bends down to life your dress.

"Okay, hold on," you move to shimmy out of them, and he stuffs them in his pocket.

"Shit," he tries to wipe it on his hand as you walk down the hallway to Aubry's room.

"That's what you get," you giggle and knock on the door. The door swings open, and no one pays attention to you. You get Henry into the bathroom, take makeup remover from the cluttered sink, and wipe his face. "It's like a MAC, and Sephora puked in here.

He is cleaned off and groans, wanting to kiss you but doesn't. He speaks into the room and finds Aubrie. She's doing deep breathing exercises as the girls finish getting ready and discussing the wedding details. "I'm gonna go, but all seems well."

"Henry, you're so yummy in a tux," fucking Hanna is drunk already. 

"I have to go, but thanks, you look great," he dips out, giving you an oh-no look.

"I saw yall on the beach; there's no way you closed the deal, though." You shrug and turn away. Hanna lets out a hiccup, and Aubrie hears her eyes darting to Hannah.

"Hannah, if you're already drunk, Im gonna fucking kill you."

You stand in front of Hannah, "she's not Aubrie; she's just got hiccups, that is it. Hannah's hiding her glass of vodka cran behind you, nodding.

You walk downstairs. Finally, everyone's ready, and the wedding planner comes to get you. "The Groom and party are ready behind the main room."

Walking down to the entrance of the aisle, the doors are shut. It's quiet, and the music starts. The door opens, and one by one, we walk out; Im right before Aubrie, holding her dad's arm for dear life. You give her a reassuring smile, and the planner waves her hand frantically for you to go.

You walk down the aisle, your breathing is fast, and your heart feels like it's beating out of your chest. You look at the altar to see everyone waiting, and then there's Henry. He's smiling and takes his hand out of his pocket, and in a fist, it goes to his nose and back to his pocket. From shock to want to laugh, you smile and stand in your spot, holding in laughter. He's watching you die slowly from it, your cheeks hot and your nipples probably showing through the thin silk dress.

Henry pulls his eyes away from you to watch Aubri, whos crying but smiling and sniffling as quietly as possible. You're giggling and feel tears fall as she stands at the altar across from Fredrick. You adjust her dress, and she hands you the bouquet.