Author's Note: Hi guys! This was something that I had been thinking about for awhile, so I decided to write it with my friend Gi, who is super amazing. We already posted it on tumblr, so if it looks familiar, that's why. It's probably on her wattpad as well. I'm about to start summer classes, and another job, but I will try to write when I can. If you're into Terrornuckel, check out Fools and Love and Limerence, two multichapters I'm hoping to finish soon. Anyway, thanks for reading!
The alarm blared on the bedside table, and Brian had to roll over in the big bed to reach and turn it off. His blue eyes opened, and adjusted to the small amount of sunlight that came through the window in his hotel room. He hadn't woken up at six in the morning for a very long time… In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he had woken up this early. But today? Today was different, today was special; and once that realization hit him, he wasn't very sleepy anymore.
He sat up in bed, still groggy, and looked over at the left side of it. It was empty, cold, and without the body he had come to know and love. It had been forever since he'd slept alone, or without Brock to be more specific. The Irishman had to admit, it did feel a little strange, having a big bed to himself after all this time he and boyfriend had been together. He had to remind himself that they would be reunited in just a few short hours, so, in the meantime, he reached for his camera that was beside the alarm clock, and began his vlog. It was a very important day, so of course he wanted to get it all on camera.
"Hey guys, it's Brian here." His voice was hoarse from sleep and butterflies started to swarm in his belly as he took shaky breaths, pointing the camera at himself. The realization of what today was… Well, it was strong. He was graced by a face splitting smile as he let out the great news. "I'm getting married today…" He trailed off still smiling, he breathed in deeply before yelling, "I'm getting married today!" It was still hard to believe. And he started laughing and gasping as he usually did when he laughed too hard. "I can't believe today, september third, is the day I'm getting married to Brock." He was in a bit of a daze until suddenly, he looked as if he just remembered something important and scrambled for his phone, "I gotta call him and wake him up!"
It was about seven months ago when Brian had proposed. He and Brock had already been together for a little over a year, but it was apparent that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together, so he went for it. And after a romantic day of them together, he popped the question, and Brock undoubtedly said yes. From there, the wedding planning commenced, and now, here they were, separated in Ireland, Brian in a hotel, and Brock in Brian's old place, waiting to finally be together to be joined in holy matrimony. It was a bit cheesy, Brian would definitely admit that, but he didn't care. He was happy, and he knew Brock was happy, and ultimately, that was all that mattered in the end.
The phone rang for a few seconds before Brock's sleepy voice suddenly cut through the air. "Hello…?" He groggily asked and Brian couldn't help but to smile a little wider and let a chuckle escape.
"Wake up Moo Moo." He cooed at his husband to be, only to receive a grunt from the older man in response. Brian gasped dramatically while glancing at the camera, "I can't believe that you don't wanna wake up today! That's okay, I guess," He fake sniffed, as if to pretend he was crying. "I'll just wait for you at the altar like the good fiance I am." His tone of voice was playful, an aspect that was a very big part of the relationship he and Brock had. It took a second before what Brian had said registered into Brock's head, and he could practically hear the gears turning. The Irishman only looked at the camera and snickered quietly to himself.
The older man gave a loud gasp before blurting out, "Today's the wedding!" However, Brian didn't have time to give a smart comeback because Brock had already hung up the phone, presumably to get ready, which was what he really hoped he was doing.
Brian could only laugh and shake his head at Brock's antics as he put down his phone. "Another thing to add to the infinite list of why I fell in love with him." He ran a hand through his tousled hair, and gave a bit of a sigh. "Okay guys, I'm gonna have to stop recording for now because I have to get ready but I will try to record what I can." He turned the camera off and made his way to the bathroom in the hotel with a huge grin on his face; this whole situation seemed surreal to him. But in just a few short hours, he and Brock would be on their way to the church to become husbands. He couldn't believe that today was finally the day.
Meanwhile, Brock was now wide awake as he climbed out of bed. And internally? He was freaking out at the day's events. It was his wedding day. He was getting married to Brian and he honestly couldn't believe it. There was still so much to do, still so much to get ready for. But suddenly, there was a knock at the door, pulling Brock out of his thoughts. "Who is it?" He called out, wondering just who'd be coming to see him this early in the morning. However, when he opened the door, he found that it was none other than Vanoss.
"Good morning!" The asian greeted.
Brock rolled his eyes as he looked the man over. He was all dressed and ready in a casual suit, "What are you doing here so early?" He asked.
"I'm here to help you get ready, duh." Evan answered as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. "The others will be stopping by later, before the wedding, that is." He continued, and Brock could only groan as he remembered the amount of attention both he and Brian would be receiving today. It was less than thrilling to say the least, but still, he was happy, and he couldn't wait to see all his friends, family, and most importantly, Brian. And he was sure that the Irishman felt the same way.
So, he let Vanoss into Brian's old apartment, and shut the door behind him. "Well, I have to shower first, so you can wait out here I guess?" He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably as he looked over at the asian man.
"Works for me," Evan replied and sat down on the sofa, before shooing Brock off to the bathroom. The older man went wordlessly, into Brian's old bathroom and began stripping down his clothes to get into the small shower. Maybe the hot water would help him unwind and relax. In a few short hours, he'd be meeting Brian at the designated church, and they would finally be married. He was excited, he was giddy, and he was a mess of emotions all in one. Today was sure to be an eventful day. So Brock showered and tried to get himself to calm down. Hell, the day had barely even started and he was already worked up.
When he was all finished, Brock stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Hey Evan," He called out from the bathroom doorway. Evan turned to look at him and the older man continued, "Could you please take out my suit from the closet? I'm gonna put on my underwear." He said, before drying off and doing what he said he was going to.
The asian obliged and just as he finished removing the plastic covering from the suit, Brock came down in just his boxers and undershirt. "Whoa, leave the nudity for the honeymoon and for Brian. I'm sure he'd appreciate it much more than I would." He joked with a small smile.
"I couldn't exactly come down dressed already because you're holding my suit. And Brian better appreciate it more than you." The older man shot back, a smirk prominent on his face. Their friendship was often filled with jokes, teasing, and banter... But it was the way they all liked it; it was the way they all communicated with each other.
Evan chuckled and handed him the tuxedo. "Nervous?" He asked with an eyebrow raised. He had noticed Brock's large hands shaking slightly as he took the suit from him. Vanoss could read him easily, and Brock cursed himself for it. He was always the one to wear his emotions out on his sleeves... And hell, he didn't know why he was nervous. After all, it was just Brian. It was just Brian, the man that he had decided that he wanted to spend his life with. He knew him and he knew him well, so why did he have these lingering feelings, butterflies?
He huffed before answering, "You have no idea." It was more obvious now, he was having difficulties buttoning his shirt. But who wouldn't be nervous on a day like this? Today was the day where it would no longer be just him, but it would be him and Brian. They would be a team, always together from this day forth.
"You should relax." Evan said, as if it were an easy task. He picked up Brock's tie and began loosening it for his friend. "Everything will turn out fine, if not better." He extended his arm, offering Brock the tie. His voice was sincere, and the older man couldn't help but to agree with him.
Brock put the piece of fabric around his neck, under his shirt collar, and tightened it, feeling somewhat relaxed with Evan's words. Having the asian here with him definitely helped ease his anxiety. But he took a deep breath to calm himself further, hoping it would work. "Everything will be fine." Brock repeated. "I can't wait until I see Brian." He commented with a goofy grin etched on his face. Which was true; albeit they had only be separated for a night, he missed the Irishman dearly.
Evan smiled, "I'm sure he can't wait to see you either."
Author's Note: To be continued...?