Behind Closed Doors ✔️

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It was the night before Antony's wedding. I knew because Fernanda has been driving herself crazy with the planning. She tried not to talk about it in front of me, but it wasn't difficult to put two and two together. I decided to take a stroll through the field that me and Antony spent some time, and Thomas decided to tag along. He walked silently beside me, the only light source being the stars above us.

"I don't know what to do, man." I tell him, breaking the silence. I run my hands over my face and Thomas tuts from beside me, swinging his arm over my shoulders. "It's bugging me so bad. I can't stop thinking about it."

"That's your problem. If you'd let yourself forget about him, you wouldn't be worried, right now." He tells me, tilting his head to the side. I huff in annoyance, stuffing my hands into my pockets.

"It's not that easy, is it?"

"It's Antony Barbosa." He turns his head to look at me. "It should be that easy." He says, and I let out a little chuckle, running my palm over my mouth. "Look..." Tom stops walking, his hands on my shoulders as he turns me to face him. "The bloke's getting married tomorrow. There's nothing either of us can do to stop it, okay?" He shrugs his shoulders, and I hesitantly nodded my head. "He'll probably have a bunch of kids with her, even he won't be able to resist Brazilian pussy." He chuckled, and I rolled my eyes. "And, then... maybe in a few months or a few years, another dude will come along and sweep you off your feet and you'll fall in love and Antony will be a distant memory." He tells me, and I gulp, not wanting it in the least to be true. I'll hate seeing Antony with another woman, especially since she'll be his wife.

"Okay." I mumble, trying to force myself to understand that everything Tom just said will probably happen. I just need to give it time. Give my heart time to heal and cope with Antony being with someone else, and give myself time to move on. It won't happen instantly, and I know that. Maybe going to University and getting out of here will move the process along, and it scared the shit out of me. Moving on. It scared me. "Yeah, you're right. He's... gonna have a family now, and I can't ruin that." I say, and Thomas nods his head, slapping my shoulder blades.

"That's the spirit, lad." He grins, and I push him away from me. "Come on, Theo. Let's go home." He pushes me back before racing off. I groan and chase after him, laughing my arse off. We make it out of the field quite quickly, and then we're racing down the street, almost neck and neck. I push Tom onto the street, and he yelps a little, gaining his balance and carrying on.

I heard some shouting as we reached our house, but it was so normal in our neighbourhood that I ignored it. Then, when I heard my name being shouted, I stumbled to a stop. "Theo!" The voice yelled. "Theodore! Are you here?" I freeze to the spot. Thomas stood next to me, his eyes squinting as he edged towards our house.

"Is that...?" He looks towards the front door, where Antony stood, banging his fists against the wood. "Oh my days, he's high." Tom tuts from beside me, and then he's storming towards the house. I quickly follow after him, just Antony turns his head and sees us. Well, me. His eyes widened in shock. "Hey!" Tom yells at him, and I wince, stepping back a little. "You need to ge the fuck out of here, Barbosa." Tom exclaims, but Antony's eyes are on me. They don't leave me.

I watch in shock as he pushes past Thomas and wraps his arms around my waist, burying his head into my chest. I froze, my eyes widened as I stared at Tom. His hands were on his head as he watched our exchange with confused eyes. I shrugged my shoulders. "I thought you'd be at home." Antony murmurs, and I slowly rest my hand on his back. His words were mumbled and slurred and it broke me to see him like this. "I needed to see you one last time-"

"Antony, you need to go home." Thomas snaps from behind us, but I usher him away.

"I'll take him home." I tell him, but Thomas only purses his lips, his hands on hips.

"No, you won't. Don't fucking forget that he's getting married tomorrow, Theo. Married. Remember what we talked about-"

"I know." I snapped, and he stared at me, disbelief in his eyes. "Look... I'll drop him off outside his flat and then I'll be right back, okay? One hour, max." I tell him, and before he could protest or give his permission, I'm dragging Antony away from my house as he clings to me, wrapping his arms tighter around me.

I circle my arm around his shoulders and hold him up, letting him lean his body on me. Then, without looking back, I drag Antony down my street and towards his flat.