hotel.

Chapter 22 (Final Chapter)

I have decided. This is going to be the last chapter of hotel. Ohhhh my god I can't believe it wtf this is the first fan fic that I've actually managed to get through without stopping and honestly i don't think i could have done it without all of the support that you guys give me :) all the comments reads and votes constantly make my day and id like to thank everyone for reading, it means a lot to me. There's most likely going to be an epilogue (maybe i'll throw in some smut with vic topping just to please some of you) and i am planning on writing a sequel but I'm going to write I different fic in between. ANYWAY THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH AND ENJOY THR CHAPTER also this is another type jump of a few months and keep and eye out for the epilogue and my new fics that will be up soon. I have a few ideas I want to start writing but the ones i start next are probably gonna be called I Heard You The First Time and I found :)

I stood in a suit, my hand intertwined with Vic's. He was wearing something very similar to what I was wearing, the only considerable difference between how we looked was our hair. Mine was pulled back into a nice man bun, while Vic's was slicked back, just as it had been the first time he met my father. There had been a lot of difficulties leading up to this day, but it was finally here. It seemed as though I was about to start a new chapter of my life, and the thought of that alone was terrifying. At least I'd have Vic with me for the rest of the journey, though. I let out a small, shaky sigh before Vic gave a hand a loving squeeze. He offered me a reassuring smile, looking into my eyes.

Matty gave me a small pat on the back. He was wearing a suit too, his hair slicked back in its usual style.

"You'll do great, Kell," he whispered. "You got this." For some odd reason, I decided to believe him. He was my best man, after all.

I heard the preacher say my name, it was now or never.

"Go on, Specs." Vic whispered, urging me forward. "I'll be right here waiting when you need me."

I stood from me seat, and straightened my suit, before walking up to the podium that stood in front of my fathers closed casket.

(RIP AT ANYONE WHO THOUGHT THAT THIS WAS THEIR WEDDING AHAHAHHAAAAA)

I stood behind the podium, and glanced down at the funeral program that had been left on the podium.

Stephen Quinn (lets just go with that for now ok ok)

July 13th, 1956- August 12th 2015

You will be loved and missed.

I sighed, before looking up at the small crowd in front of me. There wasn't many people here. A few of my fathers close friends and work colleagues were here, as well as some family from both my mom and dads side. I never got to really meet my mom, but her family had tried there best to come see me when I was growing up, and they had gotten on well with my dad. Vic, Matty and his fiancé were also there, for support.

"Hello," I spoke into the small microphone that was perched onto of the podium.

"I'm Kellin Quinn, Stephen's only child, although I'm sure many of you already know that." I said, using the formal language I normally spoke with at work.

"Today we are gathered here to remember his life. I-" I stopped and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Sorry, um." I looked out at Vic, tears pricking behind my eyes.

Vic nodded his head, a small smile on his mouth.

'Keep going' hue mouthed.

"Uh, my dad, Stephen. He could be a headache on the best of days, but I'm sure many of you already know that." I breathed, letting out a nervous chuckle.

"He managed to accomplish so many things in his life, and at the same time he managed to raise me. He lost my mom on the day I was born, so I never really new her. I only got to grow up with him. Our relationship was rocky to say the least, with me being very stubborn and him being so hot headed. I used o spend a lot of my time wishing that my mom had been able to stay instead of him," I said, silent tears running down my face now. I had completely disregarded the small speech I had planned to say, and was now just speaking my mind.

"It took me a long how much he did for me, and how hard he tried to be the best father he could, even if it didn't always seem that way. By the time I realized how much I actually needed and loved him, it was almost too late. When my dad told he about his cancer, I was devastated, angry even. I tried to shut myself off, thinking that things would sort themselves out. Eventually someone convinced me to get over myself and try to sort things out with him, and thats what I did. Stephen spent the last few months of his life doing the things that he loved and spending time with his son and soon to be son in law." I glanced down at the engagement ring that was on my finger. Some people thought that we had gone into things too quickly, but Vic and I thought differently. The wedding wasn't for over a year, anyway.

"I only wish that he could've been here longer, so that I could make him proud again.

"I love you dad," I said, turning my head towards the casket. "We'll miss you."

I walked back over to Vic, and sat down beside him as he wrapped his arm around me. The funeral continued, and soon Vic and I were heading back home.

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I was lying in bed, my head resting on Vic's chest. We were watching a movie, well Vic was watching one. I had been watching it, but my thoughts had quickly distracted me. I was now tracing shapes on the Vic's bare torso as he watched the movie. We had both showered after the funeral, but neither of us had really finished getting dress. Vic was just wearing sweatpants, while I was in a t shirt and boxers. I was happy that Vic was finally feeling more comfortable with his scars around me now. He was shirtless around the house a lot more often now (not that I was complaining) and whenever we did something intimate, Vic wouldn't hesitate to take everything off. I leaned back,taking a look around me. So much had happened in the past year, both good and bad. I had met Vic, gotten pets, gotten engaged, lost my father, and had even added more to the hotel. I let out a quiet sigh.

Vic shifted so that his arm was around me, and he pulled me closer.

"You okay?" he asked, pressing a light kiss to my temple. He was concerned, since I had been shaken up at the funeral.

"More than okay." I said honestly.

"I love you, Specs." He said.

"Love you too, Vic."

The past couple of months had gone nothing like I had expected them too. Yeah, I had lost my dad, but he had been at peace when he passed. We had finally sorted things out with each other, after all those years of hurt feelings and misunderstandings. He had been in pain before he passed, and it hurt to see him like that. Things might've turned out so differently if Vic hadn't walked through the doors of the hotel that one day all those months ago. But honestly, I wouldn't have had it any other way.

THE END.