Your BFFs Wedding

Final Project

Winter is quickly approaching, and the temperature is dropping. You can feel the chill through your sweater as you lock the door, your jacket and scarf not helping much against the breeze. Bear, your Belgian shepherd Pomeranian mix needs a walk. It's still early, but the sun is out. The weather on him makes him look huskier and helps keep him warm as the wind blows relentlessly.

Your nipples are so hard they could cut glass; even with layers on, you're freezing. Walking around the block, the morning joggers do their rounds, and you wave to familiar people. You are greeting some; you watch as Bear finally has to go and circles a patch of grass by the park. You move out of the path and hear footsteps approaching you. You're burying your face in your scarf and stuffing your hands in your pockets.

"Y/n," you turn, trying to keep yourself warm. Henry is in a beanie and grows out his mustache.

"Henry, what are you doing here?" You shiver and want to go home so bad.

"I, um, live here now," his eyes were sad, but they were light. His smile was kind, and he jogged in place.

You're speechless, and Bear starts barking; he's ready to go in, and Henry's standing here looking hot, and you've been blowing him off for months. Even though he said he was moving here, the island was a paradise, and expecting anything would've broken your heart. "Um, yeah, that's right; I'm glad you get to be here now. I gotta go."

You turn to walk away; the street is empty, and you go to cross, Henry slowly keeping up. "Y/n, I don't know what happened, but we can discuss it." Finally, you can't walk fast enough across the street with the slippery ground.

"Henry, fucking please," You're struggling to stay upright, and the boots you thought would be good in the snow weren't helping shit. He follows you to your door, and before you can close the door, he gets inside and locks the door. His large frame blocks it, and he crosses his arms.

"What do you want, Henry? The island vacation isn't a thing any more; it's been a year." You unleash Bear, and he huddles over into his kennel filled with blankets and pillows to probably sleep—no cuddling for you, only the heated blanket and the warm tea you made before your walk.

Henry's eyes turn dark once you turn back to him, and he's shaking his head. "No, you're fucking full of shit now," his English/British accent is more robust as he's angrier. "What are you thinking?" He sighs and takes off his outer gear and shoes.

"I don't know why you're removing your clothes; you weren't even invited in." You cross your arms back and stand in front of him in the foyer of your condo.

"It's soaked, and I would appreciate some hospitality, especially in the winter, and even more from you."

You scoff and roll your eyes, "there's no way, leave. Now."

He uncrosses his arms after removing his snow-covered shoes, leaving them neatly on the towel you placed by the door. Your boots are wetting the floor with melted snow, and you grunt loudly and kick them off. He's not leaving, and you know better than to try to force him out, considering he's twice as big as you.

"What do you want?"

"Where is the mop?"

"It will dry; leave it alone," just as you say that, you step in it with your sock-clad feet and immediately feel even more resentment for him that he was right. Something broke at this moment, and all the stress of distancing yourself and trying not to care shattered. You turn away quickly and feel tears start to flow. Promptly walk to your room and slam the door.

"Hey, y/n, please. I don't want it to be this way. I'm just wanting an explanation, nothing more."

Between your sobs and your stuffy nose, you hear him slowly open the door as you ugly cry into your pillow. Instantly, your body is covered with his, and he says nothing, but this in itself makes you cry even harder. For what feels like ages, you let go of your pillow and turn to him, crying into his chest.