(Lol right)
Rowan kissed the top of his head, eyeing him. “What are you thinking right now?” He asked, smirking slightly.
Gay Romeo and Juliet?
He smiled wistfully and kissed the exposed area. “That there’s too many layers that won’t allow me to feel you’re beautiful skin.” He murmured, lips brushing against his skin
“What are you going to do about it?” He asked, closing his eyes and running his fingers through Harrow’s hair.
“This~” He murmured, slipping hand beneath Rowan’s shirt, having it gently glide over the scars and smooth skin until it came to a stop near his heart. He leaned into Rowan’s touch with a blissful smile and pressed kisses to his stomach and chest
Rowan sighed contentedly, resting his head on the back of the couch. “You’re like an angel.” He murmured.
He laughed softly “not quite dear,” he trailed up to his lips. “If anything, you’re the angel here.”
“And why do you think that?” He laughed softly, kissing him happily.
He shrugged "why I think you're an angel? Because you're you. There's not a good reason." he nudged into Rowan's kiss and shut his eyes contently
Rowan laughed gently, gazing down at Harrow lovingly. “Thanks, love.”
(Anything we should do with them?)
(Maybe skip ahead to the wedding?)
He hummed softly and pressed kisses to Rowan’s chest and neck, drawing them out slowly
(Yeah, are they going to try and get their parents on board or no?)
(Uhh yeah! They could try, maybe have one of them show up.)
(Yeah like during the wedding or something?)
(yeah! or maybe both show up? maybe some drama goes down or possibly even a comprimise?)
(Maybe before the wedding?)
(yeah want to start that off or me?)
(Do you mind starting? I have to go in a minute)
(Yeah Of course!)
Harrow has chosen to go to a friends house to get ready for the wedding, wanting to keep the tradition of not seeing his partner until the ceremony. Adjusting his white button down shirt, he called his mother for the fifth time that morning, at least hoping for her to say hi or anything remotely close to normal conversation. Between the stress of the wedding and not being able to see Rowan for a few hours, Harrow needed a bit of reassurance from his mom. The phone rang out a few more times before a voice answered on the other side.
“Harrow, I already told you. I’m not coming to your shop and that disgrace of a fiancé’s wedding.”
“Mom please, forget about the rivalry. Forget about your hatred. I’m marrying the person I love. This will Ben you’re only chance to walk your son down the isle.”
“You’ll divorce and then I’ll find a better suitor for you.”
“No. I won’t do that to Rowan. He wouldn’t do that to me.”
Rowan was sitting with his head in his hands. He had stayed in their apartment while Harrow went somewhere else. He stood up and began pacing back and forth, a mixture of happiness, anxiousness, and excitement coursing through him.
He paused as there was a quiet knock on the door, probably his sister or one of his friends checking up on him. He opened the door and stopped, staring with wide eyes as his mother stood across from him, shifting anxiously. They both stepped forward and she wrapped her arms around him in a hug.
“Why are you here?” Rowan asked quietly, his eyes tearing up.
“I was being childish. Harrow seems kind, he’s good for you. If you love him then I love him too.”
Harrow hand hung up on his mother after she started to ramble on about true qualities of a man and how Rowan’s apparently didn’t fit any of them.
He set the phone down and finished getting read for the wedding, helping his friends get the homemade food and decorations into the car.
“We’ve got this handled, you go and finish up getting ready and we’ll come and pick you up in an hour. And do not call Rowan. Under any circumstance unless you’re literally dying. Got it?”
Harrow laughed and nodded “got it. Thank you so much.”
Rowan barely held back tears as he hugged her, burying his face in her shoulder. “Thank you so much.” He choked out, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks.
“Your father is stubbornly refusing to come, but that doesn’t matter.” She pulled away and set her hands on Rowan’s shoulders. “Go clean yourself up.”
Harrow had finished getting ready. White button down shirt with a few buttons undone near the top, Black pants and shoes. He had tried for hours to tame his hair back but all it wanted to do was flop in front of his eyes in wavy brown strands. He managed to pull it aside for now but knew that he would be whipping his head back to clear his vision for much of the night. He fixed the cuffs on his sleeve and took a look at himself in the mirror. He smiled softly, thinking about Rowan and their future together. It didn't matter that his mother didn't agree. It was his life and neither her nor Zander was going to change that.
Rowan finished getting ready and took a deep breath, looking at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a white button down with a black blazer and black pants. He smiled and glanced down at his phone.
you ready?
He texted Harrow, running a finger through his hair which did nothing.
ready to officially be yours forever? Defiantly. I’ll see you soon my love.
He looked out the window to see if his friends came back. Smiling when he saw them pull up, he grabbed his suit jacket and quickly walked outside
Rowan smiled at the text and got ready to leave with his mother. He was a bit anxious as they left, hoping that Zander wouldn’t find some way to ruin this day for them.
“Is this really necessary?” Harrow asked, waving his hands in front of himself as he friends led him to a room.
“Yes, we want your surprise to be genuine.”
“It will be no matter how many times I enter the room.” Harrow reasoned, opening his eyes to see a bar
“Stay here until we come and get you.”
Rowan arrived at the venue and found his sister and some friends waiting for him. “Can I see him please?” Rowan pleaded, wanting to see Harrow so bad he could hardly stand it.
“Not yet stupid.” His sister rolled her eyes and led him inside.
Harrow has started pacing around the bar, anxious to see his beloved. Harrows friend popped his head in and smiled. “Calm down Harrow, it’s starting in five minutes.” (Who’s coming out first?)
(Rowan can be waiting for Harrow, if that works)
Rowan shifted anxiously waiting for Harrow. Part of him wished there could be an easier, quicker way to do this and he could immediately be married to Harrow. He bit his lip with a small smile, knowing there was nothing that could ruin this day for them.
(Oki)
Harrow waited in the foyer of the venue, a gorgeous Greek style building that kept its decor simple yet naturally stunning. His friend helped Sugar with her collar, a simple white band with Harrow’s and Rowan’s name on it. Harrow smiled as Jeremy’s wife joined them and looped her arm with Harrows while Jeremy took the other. “Ready to see your future husband?”