My Wedding Date (ManxMan)

Walking Away

I woke up with a massive headache and my phone ringing didn't make it better. I now regret ever having System of a Down as my ringt- I don't have that as my anything!

I sat up and took in the unfamiliar hotel room.
"Not again," I groaned. This was definitely not my hotel room. My hotel room didn't have a nice view of Los Angeles like this one. My room had a good view of the parking lot and dumpster behind the building. If I didn't want to think about where I was, I'd have marveled at it. This hotel view, not mine.

"...hmn?" I turned to my right and saw hair sticking out from under the covers. Did I do it again? I peeked under the covers and saw I at least had my underwear on. I looked at the body next to me and they were still fully clothed; suit and all. When I looked at whoever was ignoring their phone,I felt a pang of embarrassment.

I tried to think of what happened after I talked to William. I know I kept going to the bar, but I don't remember much other than that.

How did I go from dancing at a wedding to William's hotel room?

I'm pretty sure nothing happened since he's still fully clothed with his belt still on, and since I don't see a condom or feel my butt sore, I assumed all was okay.

Now my only concern is, what if I said something to him? I've always imagined what I'd have said to William if I ever saw him again. Wanting to know if he'd ever thought of me again or even missed me. I know I did. No matter how much I'd try to forget him, I couldn't. He was my first friend, love, and heart break. How could I ever forget him?

It took years until I finally was able to stop wanting and hoping to see him again. I accepted the fact that nothing could have happened and that just being in the now was the best for me.

"I swear Hunter," William turned away from me and pulled the cover over his head, "If you don't go back to sleep, you're sleeping on the couch next time."

Hunter? I don't know if I wanted to know who Hunter was. It hurt a lot more than it should have. It's not like William would have ever wondered what it would be like to have been with me. Or even thought of me like I did.

Without making too much noise or movement, I slid out of the bed and searched for my clothes and shoes that were on the floor next to me. I tiptoed to the bathroom and got myself as ready as I could. After I made sure my wallet was with me, I quietly opened the bathroom door.

"Hunter, come back to bed," William whined from under the covers.

I opened the door to leave as fast as I could before he woke up and slammed the door after me.

I made it back to my room, stripped and took a needed shower. In the shower I began to wonder what kind of like William had. It had been a while since I've had these thoughts. Did he find someone? Did he ever go to Europe like he wanted? But then I thought of who Hunter could be. What he could have meant to William.

I've told myself to forget him, to let him go, and to move on. And I was. I'd been doing so well too. Obviously not as good as I thought though.

When I got out, I went to my luggage to get clean clothes and turned to where my phone charger was to get my phone. My phone that wasn't there.

"Shit!" I ran my hand through my wet hair. I left my fucking phone in William's room. I didn't even remember what his room number was.

Before I decided to call my phone there was a knock at my door. Forgetting that I was still in my towel, I opened the door and saw a still-formal dressed William at my door.

"You forgot your phone."