The Runaway Groom // Brallon

Chapter 11

"Dallon. Dallon, wake up."

Dallon blinks blearily, turning his head to the sound of Brendon's voice, the other man gently shooks him to consciousness.

"Are we here?" He asked groggily, letting out a yawn as he rubs on his eyes.

"Yeah, we are."

Dallon turns to the window to see a familiar house that brings warmth to his chest just at the sight of the old house full of memories. He hasn't been in that house for years. As a child, always visits his Aunt Grace every holidays. He skipped a lot of those visits ever since he left for the city to start working.

The house is just as he remembers. The color of the reddish roof seems to have faded due to years of exposure. He should probably help repaint that roof when he gets the chance. The walls of the house seems to be covered in vines. It looked rather nice, adding color to the plain white walls of the home. The garden looks more lush than he remembers. He wonders if Aunt Grace has been teaching Nathan and Jordan with her amazing gardening skills. Christmas decorations are already up for the holidays.

"It's a pretty house." Nikki says, as she stares up at the nurtured home.

"I should ask your Aunt for gardening tips. Those sunflowers look wonderful." Nikki's mom adds as she turns to her husband.

"We should probably get ready and meet them." Weston prompts.

The moment Dallon left the car, he was hit with the scent of familiarity to his surroundings. He closes his eyes, grasping on the feeling of having to return to old memories. While the place he once considered home has changed drastically throughout the years, it's still the place he can find solace to.

It makes things less nerve wrecking at what's to come.

"You okay?"

Dallon opens his eyes and turns to the younger man beside him, staring up at him with concern. He smiles, looking back at Brendon with warmth.

When the other man returned the smile, Dallon isn't sure if something changed, or it's just his surroundings, but he could leave his gaze at the sight of Brendon smiling back up at him, his eyes crinkling with the same warmth as his hair is being gently swept by the breeze passing between them.

He's beautiful.

Dallon's always been conscious of his actions, so having this urge to hold the younger man's hand would be too bold of him. And yet, the closest thing he could do is hold against the sleeve of Brendon's jacket, tugging it in his grasp as if it's a life line.

Brendon just looks at him confusedly at the gesture, but Dallon just shook his head with a chuckle.

"I will be. I'll be okay. Thanks for coming with me."

Brendon smiles again, and it seems like something really did change if his heart keeps starting to beat a bit faster than it usually does just by the sight of it.

"You're welcome."

With a clearing of someone's throat, they both turn to see Nikki's mom smiling at them knowingly. Dallon lets go on his hold of Brendon's sleeve and blushes. Though he's aware there's nothing he should be blushing about, it just seem like they were caught doing something... just something.

"Mind if one of you boys help me with some bags at the trunk?" She says, the knowing smile never leaving her lips.

"I-I'll help." Brendon volunteers, giving Dallon a somewhat apologetic look before following Weston's wife with the bags.

"He's a good kid."

Dallon turns to Weston standing beside him with Nikki in his arms. There's nothing to deny about his statement.