(A/N: I know this was an extremly short story, but it was really just to set up its sequel. Don't worry, I'm beginning to write it and it should be updated soon.)
The day of the wedding had finally arrived, the day where Oli would promise to cut all ties he had with the other Josh, the day when he’d give up the true love of his life. Even though the older man had been upset at the other for months, and hadn’t spoken to him since, he still felt butterflies in his stomach at even the slightest mention of him. Chills ran down his back when he heard that there was a tiny possibility of being in the same room as him, sadly that only came to reality about twice, ever since the incident.
Oli looked at himself in the mirror, he’d just woken up, his hair stuck up in all the weirdest places. He chuckled at himself a bit because there was a light trail of drool running down the side of his right cheek. He slowly walked to the bathroom to get ready. Before turning on the water of the shower, Oli grabbed his lucky blue towel out of the closet. He set it down on the toilet seat before getting undressed. He set his thumbs in the middle of his skin and waistband of his boxers, it had been hot the night before so he slept in his underwear and a t-shirt, slowly pulling them down. He, then, grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He threw his clothes into the empty basket. The young man walked to the shower, turning the handle and setting the water to a comfortable temperature.
When he walked into the shower, it seemed like all the things troubling him disappeared. He let the water run down his hair, down his back and stomach, and finally down his legs. Oli, then, grabbed the soap bar and rubbed it against his body, making much foam. He washed the soap off his body so that it’d be clear again. After he was done making sure his body was clear, he grabbed the shampoo bottle and poured some on his palm. He washed his hair quickly and rinsed. One by one Oli turned the handles. He stepped out and wrapped the towel around his waist. He walked to his closet and took out a pair of black skinny jeans, a white tank top, and black vans.
Oli was dressed quickly, drying the excess water out of his hair so he’d be able to place a gray beanie over his head. Right as he was placing the beanie over his head, the young man’s phone started to ring.
“Are you ready mate?” Matt, the one he was closest to, asked. “I’m outside your place and if you want to make it to your own wedding in time, I suggest you get going.”
“I’ll be right down.” Oli said, smiling before tapping the end box.
He grabbed his keys and sweater before heading down. He locked the door and ran down to Matt’s car. He waved at his friend and they were off.
— — —
It had been hours, but Josh, Oli’s fiancee Josh, wasn’t ready for them to go. Oli swung his bag back and forth, while Matt carried his tuxedo. They were both on the same subject that they had been on for hours- what would’ve happened to them if Bring Me The Horizon had never taken off.
“I don’t know mate.” Matt said, scratching his head with his free hand and laughing. “I think I’d still be living with my mum and dad.”
“Seriously? I thought you hated your dad.”
“Oli, that was back in grade ten. I was a little punk kid. I know that he was just being strict with me because he wanted the best for me. I am so grateful for everything he did now.”
“Oh god.” Oli laughed, pointing to Matt’s feet. “Look at that puddle of orange. You’re oozing cheese.”
“Shu-”
Before Matt could finish his sentence, Oli was grabbed by someone. The older man was dumbfounded, Matt being the same.
“What the hell mate?” Oli said, struggling to get out of the stranger’s grip, and finally looking up. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I thought I made myself clear months ago.”
“I just miss you so much.” Josh, the one Oli was in love with, said, gripping the older man tighter. “Please don’t marry Josh, you know you don’t love him.”
“You don’t know what the fuck I’m feeling.”
“Please! I know the way you look at someone when you’re in love with them, because that’s the way you looked at me.”
“I said it before, so I’ll say it again. You don’t know what the fuck I’m feeling.”
“You turned your back on tomorrow, but you forgot yesterday.”
“I gave you my love to borrow, but you just gave it away.” Oli replied, finally setting himself free from Josh’s grip. “You can’t expect me to be fine, I don’t expect you to care. Let’s go Matt.”
The two older men walked away, Matt still dumbfounded.
“Dude, did you and Josh just quote Maroon 5 lyrics?”
“Shut up.”
— — —
The time had finally come, the time when Oli would walk down the altar and meet the person that he hoped would be the one that he’d spend the rest of his life with. The Josh who wasn’t the Josh he truly loved.
He looked out to see the people who had come, there were a lot, many of them band members. Just as he was going to go back to his waiting place, a familiar face turned around, one that he didn’t expect to see there; Josh. His eyes were red with tears, Chris’ arm around him. Josh gave Oli a cold stare before turning around to face the front. The older man’s stomach dropped as he saw Matt approach him.
“You ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
Matt stuck an arm out, in the shape of a hook, for Oli to hook to him with. The older man sighed and hooked his arm with his friend’s. The traditional music started to play when Matt and Oli stepped into view of the people. Everyone stood and faced the back, heads turning as the two men neared the altar. Once they got to the front, Matt let go of Oli and smiled at Josh. The younger of the two men standing at the altar smiled at his future husband, softly caressing his cheek.
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After all the vows and all the wedding mumbo jumbo was over with, the person officiating the ceremony, asked a question.
“If there is anyone that has a reason for this marriage not to be sealed, speak now or forever hold your piece.”
Oli and Josh both looked around, as to see if anyone opposed their marriage. The older man stopped for awhile when his gaze met Josh’s, his eyes were still red from crying. Josh shook his head and moved his stare to the floor, leaving a pit in Oli’s stomach. He frowned and turned his attention to the altar.
“Well, Joshua Flint.” the person said. “You may now kiss your husband, Oliver Flint.”
The room erupted into whistles and claps, Josh cupped Oli’s face and pressed his lips on his. After they pulled away they both smiled, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. On one hand, Josh was the happiest man in the room. He was finally married to the man of his dreams, the man on his posters, the man that owned his heart. On the other, Oli was dreading every second after the person pronounced them ‘husband and husband.’ He knew that he’d never be able to be with the other Josh again, whatever they’d had was gone forever.
“Are you ready to go my lovely husband?”
“Of course.”
