Sorry I've been neglecting this fic. I can't say I've been busy, I've recently dropped out of college and needed time to adjust.
Will had been dreading his sister's wedding since the moment she got engaged. The man she'd chosen to marry infuriated him. To the point where being in the same room as him wasn't an option anymore. His name was Adam and he was everything, Will wasn't.
His parents and siblings seemed to prefer Adam. They were always hanging out with him and taking him out places and leaving Will out.
When Will did join his family for dinner, he felt uncomfortable. Adam was loud and never stopped talking, mainly about his job and his life. Never about anything but himself or his fiancee. Will always made excuses to leave early. Once, he said he was going for a smoke and never returned.
Then there was the issue with his nephew and niece. He loved them more than anything else in his life but with Adam around he never gets so much as a look in.
Whenever he was alone playing with them nicely, Adam would always have to appear and take over immediately. Leaving Will out, yet again.
Adam didn't even have to be around anymore for this to happen. When Will face-timed the kids, all they'd ask for Adam. Making him feel like a piece of unwanted shit.
This broke Will's heart, sometimes he'd hang up the phone and break down crying because the two people he loved more than anyone or anything else, didn't love him back.
It was the day of the wedding and Will was getting ready by himself. His parents and other siblings were too busy rushing around after the bride and groom. He was the only one in his family not in the bridal party.
Whilst getting dressed, he took a moment to glance at his childhood bedroom. The posters and the holes he'd punched in the walls had all gone. It had been repainted, recarpeted and refurnished. It was like his parents had erased all traces of him from their lives and moved on.
When they found out Will was staying in the UK, they stripped his room and shipped all of his stuff to him. Everything apart from his motorbike. They kept it, but Will did plan on taking it back with him. Mainly to stop them from selling it out of spite or God forbid giving it to their favourite person Adam!
After getting dressed, Will decided to go into the garage to see his 'baby' - He excitedly pulled back the cover, revealing his pride and joy! He'd saved his own money from his first job to buy that bike and further money to get it customed.
He decided to travel to the wedding on it. Starting the engine up again, erased all the pain he felt about the day ahead. Sadly it all came back but, it was worth it.
Will's parents were horrified when they saw him arrive at the church on the bike. They were equally worried about the mess he could have made of his suit!
The wedding itself was boring, Will was more excited about the after-party and the free bar. Everyone was throwing confetti outside the church, applauding the newlyweds. Whilst Will leaned against the wall and smoked a cigarette, flicking the ash at Adam. Promptly earning a smack around the head from his mother.
After sitting alone at dinner, watching all his siblings and his parents on the top table having fun. Will didn't feel in the mood to party anymore. He sipped the vile wine that he'd been given and kept shooting dirty looks at his new brother in law.
Will found his Aunt Diana at another table. He loved his Auntie because she understood him and agreed that Adam was a pompous, arrogant, twat!
He was also her favourite out of all her nephews and nieces. Which made him feel loved for once in his life. They sat for hours, bitching and having a laugh. Only moving to go out and smoke together.
It had just gone 11 pm and people were slowly vacating the party venue. The bride and groom had left for their honeymoon an hour prior.
It soon got down to only Will and his aunt left. He looked around the room. At the half-eaten cake, the confetti all over the floor and glasses everywhere. 'Holding back the years' by simply red was playing in the background.
'Why didn't you ever get married, Will?' His Aunt slurred slightly.
'Never found the right one...' He replied, lying. He'd actually never looked for the right one.
At that moment, his aunt gave him a hug and left. Leaving just Will in the room by himself.
He thought how he'd always looked after his siblings, cared for them and made sure they were safe but they never once returned the favour.
Will felt truly alone. Deep down he knew he'd never have a big wedding like the one that had just been and gone or a wedding at all.
He decided to catch the ferry home that same night and head back to Holby with his motorbike. As soon as he arrived, he felt at home again. He even got a warm welcome in the pub from his friends.
The truth was, Will loved his Holby family more than he loved his biological one. Everyone was supportive, loving and caring when he needed it and never left him out. These were people who he connected with and we're like his siblings.
They'd never once made him feel bad about himself or put him down. They only built him up for better things. He had finally found a place where he fit in, felt comfortable and didn't feel the need to run away from.
Whether it was rib crushing strength hugs from Jan or lessons on how to do Tik Tok's from Marty and Jade. He always felt wanted.
He even had a little brother figure to wind up!
Will and Ethan had grown really close over the last 6 months. They'd become more than best friends. Will had become a big brother to Ethan. He filled the gap that his brother left behind. It's only a bonus that Will is basically an Irish version of Cal.
Will felt obliged to look after Ethan. He made a promise to Cal's grave that he would.
They truly became close after the terrorist attack. Will helped Ethan overcome the worst of his PTSD. Seeing his usually strong friend, crumble into a sobbing mess under the desk when a firework was heard, broke his heart.
He made Ethan laugh unintentionally by trying to fit under the desk with him and instead, hitting his head on the desk due to being too tall.
Neither of them were good with words but knew how to make the other one feel better in a time of crisis.