Ok so I am continuing the story although I have a vague idea where I want to take this, if reviews aren't good or you guys don't like where I could possibly take the story please tell me so I can rethink my idea! As I wrote this chapter, I wasn't anywhere near as happy I was with the first one so I understand if you don't like this chapter but please do tell me so if you don't!

Sorry this is a pretty short chapter and as usual I just wrote this around 3 in the morning so sorry for any mistakes!

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'Call an ambulance NOW! Sir, Sir, hey can you hear me? Stay awake!'

A slap. Another slap. A shake. Wait, what was happening?

The world went black.

They were rushing now, running, no. He couldn't feel his legs. He couldn't move? He tried to open his eyes.

He flinched. His eyes flooded with light.

And then pitch black hit him again.

'Steven Hay repeat after me. I, Steven Hay...' The priest instructed.

'I, Steven Hay.' Ste repeated after him.

'solemnly swear to love Douglas Carter...'

'solemnly swear to love Douglas Carter...' Ste repeated after the priest.

But did he?

Shut up Ste, he thought to himself.

Just say the words. They are just words. Just keep saying them.

He shrugged the thoughts out of his mind and began to concentrate again on what the priest was saying.

'I can't.'

Time froze.

Who had just said that? Ste looked around as he tried to figure out who had uttered those unspeakable words at a wedding.

When all eyes were stared straight back at him he realised he had been the one to utter those words.

'I mean...never mind sorry please continue.' Ste said as he felt himself blush and start to sweat.

Shocked the priest tried to save the service.

Clearing his throat, the priest said, addressing Ste. 'Mr. Hay that's alright. Just answer this. Do you take Douglas Carter to be your loving husband, through the tough times and the good times?'

Ste took a deep breathe and looked at Doug.

Doug's eyes were filled with fear. Worry. This was after all his big day too. Ste couldn't be so selfish. He had to give Doug what he wanted! This marriage.

Right?

It wasn't all about Ste. He had to be selfless. It was what he was supposed to do.

And yet he couldn't stop himself from thinking about him. That one person that managed to always interfere no matter what.

Marry him. Marry Doug. Ste's conscience told him. That will mean you have truly started a new life and he will never be able to interfere again. Ever. It's what you want.

But is it?

'Hey,' Doug whispered as he reached over to grip Ste's hand gently, pulling Ste away from his daydream. 'It's just you and me yeah?'

'Oh yeah, sorry. Erm...' Ste stammered.

'What was that again?' Ste asked the priest.

'Do you Steven Hay take Douglas Carter...'

Man up Ste. He thought to himself. For once think with your head not your heart. Your heart has gotten you into enough heart ache and pain already over the last few years. You need the logical happiness you have here.

Don't you dare ruin it!

'I do.' Ste declared, fixing his eyes on Doug as he watched Doug light up, his smile reaching his ears.

This was where Ste was meant to be. With Doug. At their wedding. At their new beginning.

And yet as the wedding was about to draw to close and as the grooms were about to have their first kiss as a married couple, the unspeakable words were spoken.

'but I don't.' Ste whispered.

Once again, silence gripped the air, refusing to let go of it as all eyes turned to stare at the grooms.

Noone dared move. No one even dared to breathe.

And within another second, Ste was seen running out of the hall. Running away. As far as he could get from the place.

Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, Ste turned around to look behind him.

Did he just do that? Did he just run away from his own wedding?

Oh that stupid look.

It wasn't a surprise though. All Brendan had to give him was one look. One. And Ste was in the palm of Brendan's hand. It had always been like that. And it will always be like that.

No matter how far they were from each other, no matter what Brendan had done to Ste in the past, ultimately Ste knew Brendan has given himself entirely to Ste the minute he declared his love for him.

The minute he stopped Ste walking out of the apartment by saying I love you, Steven.

3 words so simple, yet so effective and so hard for Brendan Brady to ever speak. Even to his family, his blood, so let alone Ste.

But no...Ste thought to himself. No, this was wrong. He needed to go back now. He needed to go back and beg Doug for forgiveness. Blame it on the nerves. He wanted to be with Doug. It was just cold feet. That's what everyone has before their wedding right?

And yet instead of climbing back up the stairs two at a time, Ste found himself walking further and further away from the hall. Away from the place which they had spent months saving up to be able to book an hour at.

The place where everything was supposed to be fixed.

Where all the bad things that had happened in the past wouldn't matter anymore because whatever was going to happen in the future would be enough to balance all the bad out.

And yet Ste had walked away from all that. For what? He asked himself. He honestly did not know.

As he walked back into Hollyoaks village, he looked up at the oh so familiar Chez Chez.

Standing tall and dark, towering over everyone in the village. Firm in the middle of the village, as if to show off its power above the rest. Show off his power.

And then Ste snapped out of it. He snapped out of his wedding daze and remembered.

Brendan! He was leaving for good. He wasn't coming back. He...

Before Ste could even give his thoughts another second, he had made it up to the Brady's flat and was thumping on the door.

'Brendan! Open up!... Brendan!' Ste continued to pound on the door but realising there was no response, he ran back down and stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking around him.

Begging something to jump out at him and give him a hint as to where Brendan had gone.

And as he gave up and rested his head down, something caught his eye.

Lying on the floor as if it had been tossed carelessly onto the street, laid Ste and Doug's wedding invitation.

As Ste went to pick it up, he could only see one name at the top of the invitation.

Dear Brendan Brady.

He was gone.

For good.

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

What was that noise? Would it shut the hell up already? He tried to move but couldn't. He could hear talking, he could feel people in the room.

Wait where was he?

He tried desperately to open his eyes, to move his hands, to move his body, but nothing was working?

Hey...help! What's wrong with me? He tried to scream. But nothing happened. He heard no sound. He heard no help coming. What?

'He's still a John Doe. It's been almost 2 weeks. And still no one has been reported missing that even vaguely fits his description. All we need is a name.'

Wait, who was that talking? I have a name! What do you mean I don't have a name! Everybody knows who I am.

What the hell are you lot on about?

Oi...OI!

And yet, despite all his efforts, the voices faded as the distance between them grew and grew.

My name...he thought to himself.

'I'm Brendan Brady! He shouted.

But noone heard a single scream.

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