Your BFFs Wedding

Home Bound

The rest of the week, you and Henry spend every day together going on island tours and taking turns fucking in each other's rooms. "I don't want to go home; it's like heaven here," he whispers, holding you against his chest.

You're half asleep and nod, groaning and snuggling in closer. You're to fly back to New York and take separate flights. He lives 4 hours away, and he's brought up visiting you while he sees his sister. Part of you would love that, but your life, your reality back home, is boring. A tedious job, bland condo, boring car. He was the most exciting thing you've had since Ted. And even he wasn't this amazing.

You don't want to think of anything but spending the rest of the day with him, not even that you haven't packed anything, and your flight leaves at 8 pm.

Eventually, you get up and make your way to the bathroom, you've been naked around Henry every day, and there are multiple hickies across your body. Getting breakfast and just eating and drinking in silence, the comfort around each other is fantastic. He's reading a paper in swim shorts and a hat as you're wearing nothing but a dress, nothing underneath. Yesterday you only sat on the beach for 30 minutes before you started making out and headed straight back to your room.

"We must go on the glass bottom boat and get souvenirs; my sister will never let me live this down." Henrys had been adamant since we got up, as we couldn't help but fool around.

The boat is beautiful, and the air is refreshing. The breeze blowing up your dress and sun tanning your lightly bronzed skin.

Dinner before heading to the airport was quiet, this time sad, and the fact that you were wearing average clothes made you sick.

This was probably the best week of your life, and you knew it.

Henry held your hand the whole flight. Anytime he needed to do something, he never let go or only let go barely and took it right back. It was cute, but part of it broke your heart, and you couldn't do anything but sulk.

The flight was over, and getting off, he walked you to your gate; he had an hour and a half layover; yours only had 45 minutes. You sit at your gate and talk about dreading work. Before you get on the plane, he makes sure three damned times you have his number, and he has yours. You giggle and roll your eyes, "I have it; we just discussed that."

You rant about how you would spam him with memes if he asked again, but he loved the idea. Having a sense of humor and sharing it was fun for him.

He leaves as you board your plane; he gives you a long kiss and waits to watch you walk in the gate. You slept the whole flight trying not to think of him or the need to drink it away.

Months passed, and Henry texted you; at first, you replied; you answered his calls and video chat, but eventually, the thought of long distance didn't appeal to you. Finally, you never answered and just worked. You worked longer hours at the shop, writing, coding, and creating AI art. A company you were a part of from the start promoted you, but eventually, your hours blurred together, and you were at the office for almost 48 hours.

Aubrie calls you one day; you just got out of a meeting and answered it to a very pissed Aubrie.

"Did you break things off with Henry?"

"Um, hello Aubrie, how are you? And it wasn't a thing; we had a fling, and I left it on the island."

"Hmm, Thats weird considering Henry just could Fredrick last night and said you were hoping to date long distance."

"Why would I do that after Ted fucked me over by fucking his assistant." You didn't realize you were in the hallway and people were passing. You head to your office and close the door. "Look, I have work to do, I'm the Assistant partner now; I don't have time-"

"Y/n, work your long hours, whatever, but that man is sweating over you. He's supposed to be moving soon."

"Okay, he can do as he pleases; I'm not really in a place to date right now."

"I'm not telling him shit; you tell him when he calls you next time; tell him that. Ted was two years ago, and from what you told me, you like him."

"He's way too hot-"

"And?"

"It's been like six months; I need to finish this project; I'll call you later."

Aubrie says bye and hangs up. Why is she calling you about him? He's not your boyfriend. It was a fling, and you've made it clear it wasn't working long distance.

YOu go home early and check your phone. He sent you a message two weeks ago, but you never replied; 3 weeks ago, you didn't reply.

Fuck, you can't sleep and decide to play Spyro all night, watch tv and pace your living room trying to draft a text to him telling him you're not interested. You can't figure out what to type, and you never send a message. You call in off work in the morning. You'll figure out what to say before the day ends, and it'll be done. Easy.