39. A gap in the story

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Nicks POV:

2 days have passed and the house is starting to feel like a home, Dylan really has been a great help and we genuinely got to know each other a lot.

But other than this whole moving thing I also got my vows to prepare for the wedding even if we dont have a date yet, I want this to be perfect. Just like Arthur deserves

"Good Morning, you're up early" Dylan says walking into the kitchen where im trying to find the right words for the vows

"Yeah I couldn't get any more sleep" I respond

"Are you excited to finally get rid of the last 3 boxes?" He says trying to lighten up the energy

"Yeah sure" I say and look at the page again and Dylan walks over to me

"What are you working on?"

"My Vows?" i say

"God, I know the problems I had with my Vows for Max" he chuckles

"Amazing that means you can help me" I say and his eyes widen

"No, thats your job. Im not going anywhere near that" he says

"Whyy?" I say desperate

"Because your vows are supposed to be whatever you feel and whatever you want with Arthur. No one can tell you how to do that" he tells me

"I love him more than I ever loved anyone else or myself, thats all I can come up with" I say

"He broke his leg, you had a brain tumour. Theres a lot more to your relationship than just loving him so much" Dylan says grabbing some orange juice from the fridge

"You want me to write down our whole history together?" I say confused

"No, just like big turning points, I already said enough now stop dont ask anything" Dylan says and pours himself a glass

"Id say we finish unpacking and then we go out and buy some decorations that fit in the house" Dylan proposes

"Seems like a good idea to me" I say and close my notebook and quickly get some breakfast for us two before we start unpacking further

"That should be all" I say as we empty the last box

"See, quick work" Dylan says and lets himself fall into the couch

"God I miss these kind of things... just normal humane things, being on tour with the whole crew is too much sometimes" Dylan groans

"Seems stressful" I respond

"Well its what I wanted so I gotta live with it" he chuckles

"No regrets yet?"

"Not a single one" he says confident "you? Do you have any regrets about Med school and Ortho surgery?" I ask him

"well apart from the 48 hour shifts I couldn't miss it" I smile

"Aint it crazy that we got completely different lives from our husband and Fiancé?"

"Maybe, but Id say it is more crazy for you, Ive know Arthur since he could barely form a sentence but you and Max just randomly met"

"Well, I guess fate exists or something" he chuckles

"You know, It nice to have someone to talk to like this. Charles and I are best friends but talking about so much personal stuff isn't him and girls don't get us gay guys at all so this is really refreshing" I say

"Yeah its great" Dylan says happily "also we should probably get going to get some decorations before the stores close"

"Youre right, get this place a little touch of myself" I say and get up

"So what are we getting? Something that reminds you of your relationship with Arthur?" He asks me and I try to think about it but my mind goes blank

"I-..." I say thinking about something and I look at my hand seeing the engagement ring on my finger remembering Arthurs proposal "lego bricks" I say

"Lego? Seriously?" He chuckles "anything else?" He asks

As I try and remember anything else from my youth with Charles and Arthur

"I.-i..." I stutter as nothing comes to mind

He looks at me concerned

"Yeah?" He asks me again

"I don't- I don't remember" I say panicked and he chuckles thinking im kidding

"What now?" He says with a smile and my face gets a panicked look which makes his smile disappear

"I can't remember" I repeat with fear, all this time I didn't have to think about my past to realise that something was off "I can't remember anything"

"I... like nothing?" He asks and I look at him really scared

"I... I remember getting into Med school and... and then Charles threw this big party for me but I-... I dont I... cant remember anything before then"

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