I'm sorry this took so long College is crazay!

Tomorrow he would offically be mine. Of course if he was still awake I'd said it out loud but I know he would roll his eyes and say something perfect like 'I've always been ye'rs', he really is te' good for me. He was laying against me as we were cuddling on the couch. Me' arms tight around him and his hands crossed over mine, our fingers locking themselves around eachother. Complete and total silence was ringing in me' ears so loud I was worried that if I took a deep breath Neil might wake up. We were comfortable as our body's were warm against the cold of the apartment. I gently moved one of me' arms from around the beautful tangle mess we had formed so that I could pull the blanket off the back of the couch so I could cover us. He snuggled deeper against me' chest as I drapped the blanket on us. The jeans that I was wearing were slightly annoying but then again if Neil was laying on me I didn't like having a whole lot on. His familar scent of peppermint seemed to come off in waves, though it was probably because he did take a shower earlier today. A shower I wasn't involved in, sadly, because I hadn't got back from playing basketball with a couple of me' old school mates. I sat there in the silence as I looked around the apartment which was littered with things of his: A coat on the rack, his cup on the counter, his shoes by the door. All things that pointed to him being mine. I looked down to the beautiful man in me' arms, his hair gently reflecting the dim light around us, his breath silent and slow as his chest rose and fell. I gently tried moving me' head low enough to kiss him but the closer I got the more I noticed I wasn't flexible enough to kiss his head...damn. I twisted him in me' arms, pulling him up enough so his head was resting on me' shoulder so I could kiss his lips perfectly. Me' movement and the feel of me' lips must have pulled him from whatever nightmare was starting to form because as I slowly pulled back to look into his eyes he rocketted forward before I had a chance to move and our heads colidded. I collapse onto the couch holding me' head in pain, as he blinked to conciousness while rubbing his head te'.He took a second to look around the room, the darkness setting as he remembered where he looked back to me, his golden brown eyes as he rubbed his head in equal agony.
"Ryan, im so sorry, i didnt mean to-im sorry."
"Its okay, its okay, its an accident." I said opening my eyes, finally the ringing light in me' ears. Neal chuckled his bari-tenor voice as he rolled himself over in me' arms, wraping his arms around me' neck.
"I love you so much."
"I love you te'." I smiled at him,and he just smiled back. His eyes glowed dimly in the bare light. He pulled himself up from the couch and walked toward the kitchen, and after a minute more of holding me' head I followed him. He reached up opened one of the small cupboard above the counter that held the cups, mugs, and bowels. "Want a mug of hot coca with me?" He asked smirking as he pulled his favorite 'Yes I'm irish, kiss me' mug. I nodded as I rounded the island that seperated us and reached above him, pressing myself against him lightly. Neil was always just a little bit taller then me, as I was the shortest of all me' Celtic Thunder brothers, so when I had difficultity Neil just reached up past me helping me.
"Shut up." I tapped his stomach lightly as he laughed. My phone made a musically tone alerting me, reaching for it Neil asked who it was.
"Is everythin' alright?" I asked into the receiver, he never called me ever.
"I.. wanted te' know if I was still invited te' ye'r wedding..." His voice fell silent, I stared off into the night beyond the window. No, he wasn't ,but if he wanted te' make the effort who am I te' stop him. Neil looked concerned as he rummuged through the kitchen te' make the one thing all of us trusted him te' make.
"Aye.." I responded slowly with a deep breath.
"I know I haven't been as respectfull of ye'r choices as I should but..thank ye' Ryan. For this chance to try and make it up te' ye'."
"Yeah.." That was all I could say so I just hung up with a cold daze falling over me' face.
"Who was that Ry?" Neil asked inquisitivly.
"Me' Father." The same father who had forced me te' chose him or Neil, the same father who hadn't told me' the death of me' mother till monthes later. Neil watched me as I slowly put the phone down and looked back up te' him. "He's coming te' the wedding..."

Here's how the day should have went. We'd wake up, maybe take a nice shower together, get dressed into our very nice suits, go te' the courthouse sign everything become domestic partners, then go te' the wedding at the church Paul somehow swindled from a friend, then after we'd go te' a nice hotel for a couple days then straight te' the next tour (without George and Paul). Sadly none of it went that way...
Instead of an alarm pulling me out of a nice dream with Neil wrapped in my arms, I was awoke by the sound of a slam of our bedroom door swinging open.
"Wake up! Time to get married!" Paul's voice was demanding and instantly I shot up.
"Paul?" I asked confused as Paul and the rest of our friends filed in. Damian and Keith stood at the end of the bed on opposites sides of Paul while Emmet stood a little behind Damian with George and Colm. "Colm?"
"I'm sorry Ryan, Paul and Emmet kidnapped me this morning." He gave me an apolegetic smile. Him and Emmet had gotten close and Colm helped Emmet considerably after Cameron left. Neil slowly blinked to alertness and Paul rushed pulling up from the bed. George slowly and clamly walked into our bathroom for some reason coming back out with Neil's toothbrush, a spare tub of toothpaste, and Neil's hair gell.
"Paul what's going on?" Neil asked noticing that his things were in George's hands.
"Well Neily-boy. George, Emmet, and Colm are all gonna help you get ready outside in the living room as the rest of us mold this lump of Ryan into Husband-Ryan." Neil laughed as Emmet pulled the tux Neil had picked off of the back of the bathroom door and Colm escorted the boxer-breif clad Neil out into our livingroom.
"Paul-"
"So Ryan go brush ye'r teeth and hurry up and put these on." He handed me a pair of black socks, and a white t-shirt that he pulled out of my dresser. I opened me' mouth te' speak but Paul just pushed me toward the door of the bathroom. I obeyed quickly taking time te' brush me' teeth, but I heard Paul drum his fingers in anticipation on the dresser right outside the confines of me' bathroom. I walked out after a minute and Paul was at the ready with the buttondown shirt in his hand. He grabbed me' arm and started te' guide it through the sleve.
"I can get dressed me'self Paul."
"No ye' can't and today ye' need te' make sure that none of ye'r clothes are wrinkled." Paul helped me' pull on the rest of things and i just swallowed me' pride and let them help. Te' be nice te' me they let me put on me' own pants and buckle (after Paul buttoned up me' shirt) me' belt. Keith helped drape the vest over me' shoulders and button it over me. Paul smiled approvingly then pulled something off the dresser I hadn't noticed he had added.
"All of us chipped in te' get ye' a new tie for the occasion." He pulled up the smooth fabric and the color surprised me.
"Purple?" The tie was a deep vibrate color of purple that was more of a wine red colour.
"Yep, just for ye'." He smiled widely as he started te' loop it around me' neck. Then te' finish Damian helped with me' jacket as Paul ran a comb through me' hair fixing it just so. After I was 'molded' Paul's phone went off he checked it then smiled. "So great, let's get going."
"What?"
"Come on te' ye'r future!" Paul jumped around the room collecting my phone and my wallet, bounded over the bed and handed the collected items te' Damian who smiled and slipped them into his pocket.
"I can carry me' own stuff, ya' know!" I kinda shouted as Paul led us out into the livingroom. "I know ye' CAN, doesn't mean I'm gonna trust ye' to call a cab and try te' get away from us." He smiled as he looked over his shoulder and pretended te' blow me a kiss.
"I not gonna try te' run away now, I'm ready to start the rest of me' life with Neil." I smiled down te' me'self and then realized that the said man of me'; life was nowhere te' be seen and all his clothes were missing. "Where is he?" As I asked the question the realization crashed into me and I turned te' Paul who was opening the main door for me. Paul had something te' do with the fact that me' Neil was missing. "Where is he?" I asked again a bit more somber as I marched forward followed by both Damian and Keith who seemed te' be makin g sure I wasn't about te' bolt for freedom. A freedom that I could only obtain from running away from Neil...not worth it in anyway.
"Don't worry ye'll see." Paul smiled a cheeky grin as he escorted me and the other irishmen te' his car.

"Can I take this damn thing off?" I asked again for the third time since the car stopped, the blindfold stopping me' vision from telling where in all of hell Paul could have taken me.
"No." He answered simply and laughed loudly as I heard Keith and Damian laugh quietly te' themselves. somebody got out of the back seat (either Keith or Damian) along with the driver (Paul) and then damian whispered in me' ear.
"Don't worry Neil is safe Colm won't let George and Emmet do anything crazy." He chuckled again and I sighed deeply. "We are at some place that Paul's friend Miranda owns... I think it's studio." Me' door opened and Keith helped me out (I could tell because Keith had a unique smell, ocean and something like a tropical tree, that came off him very very strong). Blinded Keith and Paul (the hands were closer te' the size of Keith's meaning they had te' be Paul's and not Damian's) lead me te' what I assume is the front door. There's a squeak as the door opens and hushed murmurs echo through what sounded like a large hall. Then the blind fold is removed. The wave of brightness blinds me again for a second and as the room comes into focus I realized Neil is standing next te' me wearing his neatly pressed button down (white), slimming and primed vest (a dark purple to match me' tie), and black jacket with a black tie te' complement the contrast of the colors. Expected him te' be wearing pants (that's what the original plan was) but instead he wore a pleaded black kilt, high black socks, and thick black leather shoes. I smiled at him and he smiled back. He loomked amazing and instantly I actually appreciated what Paul had done for us.
"You look so handsome.." I whisper as I step forward taking him in me' arms. He hugs me so tightly as he whispers gealic into me' ear. "I love ye' te'." I whisper back te' him.
"Ryan, Neil?" Paul calls and as we turn and see a sight that almost made me break into tears. People(every guest we had invited te' the wedding) lined the stage and the stairs that led te' it, The entire hall decorated te' look just like a chapel. On the stage Keith, and Damian stood on one side hands linked (Me' side) as Emmet and George both stood on the opposite side with their hands crossed in front of them (Neil's side), Colm was standing next te' Emmet with a small cloth that held the rings ,Paul stood in the middle with a small table in front of him that had papers on it arranged just so te' be seen from the spot in front of him. Somewhere music started te' play, and Paul beamed his sunny face at us as he begun te' speak.
"Because ye' te' made the very smart choice of choosing me as ye'r ministir, I took it upon me'self te' fix ye'r wedding te' be absolutely perfect." Paul smiled widely te' us and I glance around the room. A famillar man stood near the stairs, a man sneering but remained silent. "Ryan and Neil please approach the alter please?" We listened as such and approach Paul by walking up the stairs, Neil's arm linked through mine, and as we passed Damian and Keith they both handed us two small bouquets of purple fox glove, and an assortment of white flowers I didn't recognize. We walked up te' Paul who held what looked like a bible just neon green instead of black.
"As I know Ryan would kill me if I go te' long I just wish te' say somethings." He looked at us with a large smilem I gave the papers on the table a glance and they were civil partnership papers and the judge had already signed them so all Neil and I had te' do was sign them te' (I will never askd Paul how he got them because I'm sure he'll just give me the same answer as he does whenever he does anything, "I have a friend-"). "When I met Ryan he was just joining Celtic Thunder, I met him in the lobby of the studio and we talked just breifly. At first I thought you were really creepy and dark." I rolled me' eyes and I heard a light laugh float through the crowd behind us. "But as I got te' know ye' more I realized what a special and unique person ye' are and how dark ye' actually were." I glanced down as in me' head I replayed nights I would prefer not te' think about. "Then came the night Neil and Ryan had a romantic affair in his bedroom." I wasn't surprised he knew about that because it was kinda apparent that when I told them all George and Paul seemed te' already know. "From there he was just...happier. He walked with more pep and talked more lively, in case Ryan never said it, I'll say it now thank you Neil for saving him." There were assorted 'awws' in the audience and I heard Nicole and Laura's voices raise higher then the rest of them. "Now how about we get to the wedding speech huh?" Paul asked and we all rolled our eyes and laughed again.
"Love is unnerving, and scary. It's unshakable, and eternal. Today is the day we about te' witness the bond of Ryan and Neil, te' people who I have witness have had the experience of true love together and are willing te' share their lives together. " He paused a moment and took a second te' look through the audience. "Together ye' both have been through so much that most couples would never have made it so without further ados lets get te' the i do's?" The rhyme was silly and we all just laughed again, damn Paul was funny.
"A very short wedding Paul?" Neil smirked as he spoke. Paul just rolled his eyes and spoke back quietly.
"It's only because I have so many plans for the reception that we kinda need te' go now, it'll take all day." Paul gave us a slowly win k before calling for Colm te' approach with the rings.
"Do ye' Rian O'Ceallaigh take Neil te' be ye'r husband till death, infinity, and beyond?" Paul asked. I couldn't help but roll me' eyes at the sound of me' irish name.
"Yes, I do" I couldn't stop me' smile from spreading across me' face. A strang sense of electricity spread through the room and I could feel more then just me' smile showing. I reached down to the papers in front of us and signed me' name stepped up te' me and I pulled Neil's ring off the cloth and slowly pushed the piece of silver ring onto Neil's ring finger. Paul smiled widely before he turned te' Neil.
"And do ye' Neil Byrne take Ryan as ye'r davoted husband till the world explodes and/or flying monkeys try te' overthrow the globe?" The phrase made everybody laughed, especially Declan who laughed loudly with Seana's timid chuckle echoing her boyfriends, but sadly the laughter and Neil's answer were disrupted by something far worse then a simple joke.
"This isn't a real wedding!" Time stopped." This is a couple of faggots playing dress up!" An older man's voice rang rough, and creul like an earthquake, Neil's eyes were wet instantly a tear dripped down his cheek. We all were silent, then all at once everyone was moving.
Keith lunged forward but both Damo, and Emmet caught him. George was off the alter in a heartbeat and grabbed the man by his underarm. Keith was shouting curses (mostly in gaelic) while struggling against his boyfriend and Emmet's arms as George escorted the older man out of the building, an angry scowl crossed George's normally calm face. Neil and I were both frozen as the entire audience was stunned staring at us in a cold gaze. Standing near the front Sharon, Phil, along Colm all watched George leave the room with the man. The man...who...was me' father.

Guess what? this chapter is to be continued :) -Love, Sterwolf