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thorne93 · 7 years ago

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Unexpected Guest (Part 6)

Prompt: Imagine working a party and seeing a mysteriously handsome man who captures your entire attention. There’s one catch: you’re engaged to a different man.

Warnings: angst, fighting, negative relationships, flirting, language, smoking (cigs? Is that even a warning? idk)…

Word Count: 4585

Notes: Inspired by Gorgeous - Taylor Swift…Beta’d by my amazing @like-a-bag-of-potatoes. I’m so blessed to call you a friend, love. OFC/OC Jeremy

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A few more weeks had gone by, with you trying to get closer to Jeremy, to try and make this engagement feel like an engagement again, not just a relationship you were in. You left early from the kitchen a few times in an attempt to make a romantic night, but when you did, Jeremy blew you off.

“See ya, heading out,” Jeremy had suddenly said as he grabbed his keys.

“Woah, wait,” you said, putting down the lighter from lighting the candle stick from the elegant dinner you’d prepared. “I thought we could have a date night. Just stay in, eat, talk to each other…”

He eyed the table then looked at you apologetically. “I'm headed to see the guys, babe.”

Your face fell slightly. “Can’t you reschedule or...something? I went through a lot of trouble and we haven’t had a dinner alone in a long time…”

He shook his head slightly. “We were hoping to practice tonight.”

You had nodded, finally accepting that he wasn’t going to stay in with you tonight. “No. Yeah, you’re right. I get it. Go have fun.”

“Thanks, you’re the best,” he had said before walking over and kissing your cheek then rushing out the door.

Huffing, hurt and pissed, you had tossed the lighter on the table, blowing the candles out. You decided to grab the food and catch up on some reading. The next day, Ida could tell you were in a bad mood, asking you what was wrong all day but you were too busy to stop and explain so you just told her to stop asking. Until of course, Bill had shown up the next night to meet you outside your kitchen to hang out for a little bit before you went home, and Ida was there with you, locking up.

“How’d the date night go?” Bill asked sweetly as you locked the door.

“Don’t even try. I’ve been asking all day,” Ida said as you turned to join them. “She’s in a mood.”

Ida had met Bill a week ago when you were locking up. She recognized him instantly, getting irritated and thrilled with you that you knew him. That this was the Bill you’d been hanging out with. The three of you had met every night this week, except for last night, mainly just to chat a bit before walking to your cars. You and Bill typically went somewhere to hang out before going home.

You smiled slightly, happy that your friends were so concerned over you. “Well now that I’m not busy as hell. I can tell you.”

After that, you dove into all the planning, prep, and work for the romantic evening. You’d even bought new lingerie for the occasion. All for Jeremy to blow you off. Both of them seemed beyond irate that he did this to you. Both of them knew just how invested he had been lately, which was next to nothing, and to have your efforts ignored, as friends it pissed them off. You shrugged it off, saying you were just going to go home and relax but they said they weren’t having it. They hauled you off to a bar with every intention to get you shitfaced.

At first, you fought it, wanting to just go home and rest, but they insisted. Then you fought again when they brought you to the club, telling them you just needed water or a soda maybe. Instead, they ordered you shots. The three of you did about six shots then started on mixed drinks, effectively getting you all very drunk. The night was fun though, as the three of you danced to fast, techno music, took drink after drink, people watched. You were so blitzed, you didn’t care what Jeremy had done. You were out with friends and you were happy.

Even though the night was a little hazy, you didn’t forget the fact that Bill still seemed to manage steal lingering gazes across the room as one of you would go for another round of drinks. Or how when Ida would dance with a guy and you were left at your private booth, his hand would somehow brush yours. The actions were simple, but they spoke volumes. They were loaded with questions that you desperately wanted to answer, but knew you shouldn’t.

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A little more time went on as you tried to get Jeremy to do things with you, but he was always busy or uninterested and it was exasperating you. Jeremy used to be rather attentative but ever since you got engaged, it was like he’d stopped trying. Maybe you had too, and you just hadn’t realized it. Now though, you were trying your hardest to make that not true. You were doing everything to reconnect, but it was a two way street, and he wasn’t even on the same road…

Then, when news hit you that Kristy, one of your chef’s had invited you to a wedding, you’d asked Jeremy if he wanted to go. At the time, he said he would have to see what his schedule was and that you would have to wait until that came out. Now, here it was the day before the wedding and you asked again.

“Are you working tomorrow?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Tomorrow is Kristy’s wedding. You said you’d go, depending on the hours. It starts at five, what time do you get off?”

“I get off at four,” he said before he looked up from his phone. “Wait, wait, a wedding? No, Y/N. I don’t wanna go to a wedding. I don’t know her or the groom or any of the guests.”

“Please? I would love to be there for her big day. She’s a really good friend, Jeremy,” you begged, irritated that you had to beg him to come to a wedding of your employee’s with you.

He frowned, annoyed himself. “But I don’t know her,” he repeated. “Besides, I’ll basically have to meet you there right after work and I’m going to be tired..”

“You can go when your band friends are meeting after work at a bar. What’s the difference? Why can’t you just go with me?”

“Because I won't feel like it!” he bellowed. “God damn, Y/N, let it go.”

Irate, you sat there fuming at him, but instead of blowing up on him, you took some deep breaths.

“Okay, do you mind if I go without you?” you inquired in a quiet, even voice.

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

Nodding, you sent a text to Bill to vent, as you walked into another part of the house.

“Jeremy won’t go to Kristy’s wedding with me tomorrow.”

“Why? Is he working?”

“Yes, but he’ll get off in time. He said he’ll be too tired. I’m still going to go though. I want to be there for her.”

“Well...yeah, makes sense, lol. So you’re going to go without him? Alone?”

You shrugged as you sat on the living room couch. “I suppose so. It’ll be fine. I’ll have fun.”

“Want me to come with you?”

His question threw you off for a moment. But knowing Bill, it shouldn’t have. He was always willing to do anything to put a smile on your face.

“I don’t know...I mean, Jeremy already thinks I’m cheating with you, making you my date to a wedding might make things worse.”

“We’re going as friends, Y/N. Remember? If Jeremy doesn’t like that, tough.”

You chewed your lip, debating this. It could very well piss off Jeremy and you weren’t trying to put further strain on you two. However, Bill was right that you two were just friends and that having a friend to go to the wedding with would mean nothing.

“Sure. Yeah. Alright. I’d like that. See you here at 3:30?”

“I’ll be there with bells on...Or maybe a clown outfit.”

“If you show up as Pennywise, I will punch you in the nuts, I swear to god,” you vowed while laughing.

“Fair note. I’ll show up clown-less ; )”

You smiled at your phone. “Great. Thank you.”

The two of you went on talking about your days. It was nice to hear about Bill’s day now that you knew what he did. Finally, you could listen to him vent about his day and have a full conversation about all of his frustrations and good moments as well...to be true friends. To be open and honest with each other.

He asked what you were going to wear to the wedding, so that he didn’t clash with your dress. You pulled out the blue gown that you thought would be appropriate, a deep midnight blue dress with a slit up to the knee. Snapping a picture and sending it to him, he approved of it, stating he had just the thing to compliment it.

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The following day, you were ready to go, well, almost...You still needed accessories, something you had been lacking for years. Jeremy certainly never got you any jewelry in the years you’d been engaged, other than the ring. Besides that, it felt silly using money on jewelry when you had a house and fiance to support.

Once your makeup was on, your hair styled to perfection, and you slipped on the shoes to go with the dress, the doorbell rang.

“Coming!” you called as you scurried to get the shoe on and scramble to the door as gracefully as possible.

Opening the door, you saw Bill, completely decked out in a nice tux, a midnight blue handkerchief in his pocket, and his hair combed back. The sight of him took your breath away. He was good looking, but damn this was otherworldly. You audibly gasped as the sight of him at the threshold.

“Wow, Bill, you look amazing,” you gushed, eyeing him up and down. How was this guy still single?

“You look lovely yourself,” he admired, a sideways smile on his handsome features.

“Let me just grab my phone and purse and we can go,” you informed as you turned to run to get your things.

“You’re not going like that, are you?” he called after you as you dashed inside the master bedroom to grab your purse, phone, spare makeup, and invitation.

You came back out and began messing with your hair, trying to fix it as you panicked. “Why? What’s wrong with it? I thought you said I looked good?”

He smiled and slightly shrugged. “You look pretty good...but you could look better,” he suggested as he pulled out a wide, blue velvet box and opened it, an exquisite diamond and sapphire necklace that would sit at the base of your collarbone and matching teardrop earrings.

Blown away by his generosity, you were immediately slightly irritated.

“Bill,” you began, chastising and shaking your head, “I told you I didn’t want any more expensive gifts.”

“You said you needed accessories last night,” he said, shrugging.

“That doesn’t mean you can go out and get this stuff,” you said, gesturing to it.

“Do you not like it?” he asked, his face faltering.

You shook your head, softly saying, “No, Bill, I love it. It’s the most gorgeous piece of jewelry I’ve ever seen. You have good taste.” You laughed lightly, smiling to yourself, as he let a gentle smile grace his face. “But I just can’t accept something like this. I told you last time, with the bracelet.”

“Speaking of, you aren’t wearing it,” he noted.

“I...I wasn’t sure I should,” you admitted.

“Why?”

“Because it still feels...overly friendly.”

“I swear, these are just me getting you things. Look, my dad, my brother, they’re both actors, including me. My family has way more money than we need, this is just a friend getting another friend a gift. I’ve got enough money to cover this and then some, I promise.”

“Maybe not to you, but to me, dropping a grand here or there for jewelry means a lot. If you’re going to spend money, you should do it on cars, homes, business, charities. Things that are going to last.”

“So you want a car?” he asked, a bit of teasing in his tone.

You playfully slapped his arm. “No, you asshat. No. I’m saying I can’t accept this gift, it’s way too much. If we were dating, maybe, but as friends...I mean, do you get all your friends gifts this lavish?” you wondered, expecting him to admit he doesn’t.

“Actually, yeah, sometimes. I gave a good friend a Rolex before the premiere of IT. Another friend, I got him a brand new gaming computer. Trust me, Y/N, you aren’t the only friend I buy gifts for,” he assured.

You screwed your mouth to the side.

“And this is a necessity. You need jewelry if we’re going to a wedding. You can’t go there looking half-put together now, can you?” he inquired, quirking an eyebrow. “Come on. If not for you, for me? I’d like to see it on you and I’m not going to a wedding with a date being jewlery-less,” he said as if it was the worst faux pas to make in the world, making you you roll your eyes and laughed.

“Alright, fine, but will you put it on me? Then we really need to go,” you urged.

He laughed and nodded, pulling the stunning piece from its place in the velvet box. You turned and he laid the necklace over your bare skin, the cold touch making you shiver. His fingers blazed over your skin, the sensation of them nearly like fire against you. In that instant, you imagined his lips gracing your neck, your shoulders, your collar….His deft hands gently moving your hair out of the way to gain better access to your silken skin. The daydream quickly turned to want. You wanted Bill to do those things. To kiss you sensually. To kiss you in a way that made you feel like a goddess. To hold you close to his tall form. To tear this dress off of you. To slam his perfect lips on yours.

The worst part was...you didn’t feel bad for wanting that. You didn’t feel guilty to want to be wanted. You guess you’d gotten so used to Jeremy being aloof, that you were complacent with your physical and emotional relationship. That it was a one way street. You’d given into those stereotypes that men just wanted to use women for sex, no foreplay, nothing sensual, nothing sexy. Or that men didn’t want to hear about a woman’s problems, or hear you complain about work. But...being around Bill reminded you that relationships should be partnerships. Jeremy should be like a best friend, and more.

Maybe you should’ve felt guilty. But you couldn’t. It’s not as if you weren’t trying with Jeremy. You had exhausted everything with him and he just seemed uninterested with you. You’d put in every effort to make this engagement work. Maybe that break that Bill had suggested would be a good idea.

Bill’s hands left your skin and you were snapped back to harsh reality.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you breathed.

Bill drove all the way to the venue as you two talked about weddings, oddly enough. You started to gush about all the things you wanted at your wedding, whenever that would happen. The colors you’d like, the idea of picking flowers, the cake ideas you had. Funny enough, Bill agreed on a few of the items, making you smile at him like an idiot. Too many times during the ride you just stared at him, marveling that a man like him existed.

He pulled up outside the venue which was a huge mansion, getting out and running to your door to help you out, offering his arm.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime,” he said with a wink that made your breathing hitch in your throat.

The two of you followed the flow of the crowd, from the looks of it, it would be a huge wedding, at least two-hundred guests, all donning expensive formal wear as they graciously made their way to security. When you reached them, you handed them your invitation and told them your name, granting you both access.

The wedding photographer had asked for a few pictures of Bill, to which he asked you if it was okay. You nodded and the two of you had your picture taken, which felt a little alien to you. You’d had your photo made for a handful of local magazines and websites, but to have your picture taken because you were on the arm of a celebrity...well...it wasn’t familiar.

An usher showed you to your seats, which were midway between the front and very back.

“I like the flowers, but her colors are a little to autumn for me,” Bill commented as he leaned over, his eyes sweeping the interior.

You nodded a bit. Kristy was your friend and employee, but you had to agree, you weren’t crazy about the colors. They felt drab.

“Me too. The flowers are really nice. Oh, what do you think of the altar?” you asked, pointing to the archway and flower arrangements.

“The archway could have a little more umph…” he responded, gesturing that he liked more pazazz.

You giggled slightly. “Yeah, I feel the same. What would you think of a rose vine wrapping around black or white wrought iron outside?”

Bill thought for a moment then nodded. “Yeah that sounds really awesome.”

The talk went on like that until Kristy came out to walk the aisle, and it was uncanny how much the two of you had in common when it came to weddings. It was also unbelievable that Bill and you had discussed far more about weddings by now than you and Jeremy ever had.

The ceremony was long, but beautiful, bringing a tear to your eye. It was a moving ceremony, but you think part of your crying was aimed at your fiance. You’d dreamed of a wedding day for a long time, and back when Jeremy proposed, you were head over heels. He and you had a good rhythm and chemistry, he seemed to have drive. So he was perfect husband material. But now, three years after the proposal, and every time you breathe a word of getting married he gets irritated or says the two of you don’t have time to plan that right now.

Maybe he changed his mind but didn’t have the heart to tell you. Maybe his bandmates convinced him married life was awful. Maybe he didn’t think you were good enough any more. Whatever the reason was that he was dragging his feet on marrying you, it didn’t bode well with you. It was hard not to take offense to it, hard not to take it to heart...and hard to see other couples get their dreams and wishes fulfilled on days like today.

Once Kristy and Derek, the groom, made their way to the backyard, the guests followed for hors d'oeuvres and cocktails under a little tent while the wedding party took their photos. Bill and you grabbed some quick snacks and found a table to sit at until the reception started.

“I would love a spring wedding,” you suddenly said, looking around at all of the decorations. “Or maybe summer.”

“Yeah?” Bill questioned.

“Yeah, I love when the flowers are in full bloom and warm air,” you informed.

“Mhm,” he hummed, nodding his approval. “I do too.”

“So what’s is your idea of a bride?” you casually asked, wondering what Bill’s type was.

“A woman in white dress and veil,” he informed, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Okay, smartass,” you chastised, rolling your eyes. “Come on, when you imagine a girl walking down the aisle towards you, what do you hope for? Knowing you picked the one out of a million, what qualities does she have?”

He looked down at the glass flute filled with golden champagne on the red table cloth. “Uh,” he started, huffing out a laugh, “good question. I thought I’d met a girl like that a few years back. Gorgeous with fair blonde hair, funnier than anyone I had ever met...But then...I don’t know, she turned from being the girl of my dreams to the girl of my nightmares. She suddenly expected me to pay for everything, shit that wasn’t even mine, you know?” he rhetorically asked, lifting his face to look more directly at you as he spoke. “Like she’d want me to pay for her car repairs when we didn’t share a place to live or any bills and it wasn’t my fault her car was broken. I might’ve helped her out or paid for it if she hadn’t expected it. She wanted flowers sent to her work all the time, and if I didn’t do it, she accused me of not loving her. She once got pissed that I spent a weekend with my family without her, but she said she would be too busy to go and I wanted to see my family.”

He stopped for a moment, his eyes dropping back down to his glass as his long fingers played with the stem of the drink, twisting the glass in it’s spot. “I don’t know. She just expected me to do everything for her, and didn’t see relationships as a two way street. She wanted me to treat her like a princess or something….I don’t know if it’s because of my career or my family’s wealth or...what, but I hated the person she was becoming. Greedy, expecting, unappreciative. I vowed I would never have another partner like her again. So now I wholeheartedly agree with the idea of a partner who is an actual partner. Someone who’s there for the struggles, the triumphs, the challenges. Someone to be there when I’m sick, but stand by my side and my accomplishments and I hope I can do that for them too. It needs to be a two way street.”

His words resonated deep within you. Of course, they hit way too close to home for comfort. His statements reminding you that, before Bill came along, the problems between you and Jeremy seemed so normal. In your mind, that was just how couples worked: the woman took care of the house, and the man relaxed. But Bill reminded you that that’s not the case. That both parties should put forth effort to maintain a home, pay bills, listen to each other’s problems. Perhaps you were just thinking of the grass is greener and that things weren’t that bad...Or maybe they were.

“Enough of the depressing memory lane, bullshit. You wanna dance?” Bill offered as a more upbeat song hit the speakers.

“Love to,” you said, taking his hand and he wheeled you onto the dance floor gracefully.

The two of you danced as you did that night of the premiere, with all your heart and soul, having the time of your life. Waltzing, foxtrotting, swing dancing, slow dancing, you two did all of it. At one point, the crowd seemed to have all eyes on the two of you and you weren’t sure if that was from killer dance moves or the fact that it was Bill with you. The slow dancing was the best, to you. Your hand resting in Bill’s, your head on his chest as you swayed gently to the music, hearing the beat of his heart. Being with Bill felt so safe, yet adventurous; calming, yet electrifying; relaxing, yet intense.

Eventually, you had to end the dance for the bouquet toss. They said all the single women, and you refused at first, but Kristy ran over and grabbed your hand.

“Kristy, I’m not single,” you protested as you stood on the sidelines with Bill smiling next to you.

“You’re not married yet,” she coaxed, glowing with bridal bliss, still tugging on your hand.

You rolled your eyes and obliged, seeing as it’s her wedding day, you wouldn’t be a spoil sport. Bill cheered and hollered, among other men in the audience, rooting all of you on. You glanced over to him, blushing beet red and glaring at him. When his eyes met yours, he laughed, throwing his head back. In that moment, you wanted to hear his laugh and see that smile for the rest of your life.

Kristy readied herself in front of the mass of about sixty women, the drum roll sounded over the speakers, and she launched the bouquet into the throng. You were barely paying attention, but when all the arms and hands around you started to grab towards the space above your head, you looked up, and instinctively reached your arm out to keep the object from striking your skull.

It was the bouquet, you’d caught it.

All the women around you either groaned or congratulated you as Kristy ran up and hugged you.

“See? It was meant to be. You’re gonna be the next to get married!” she squealed.

You nodded, toying with the bouquet, not sure how you felt about that. An odd feeling settled over you.

Once the women cleared the floor, the groom and the men all gathered around for the garter toss. An odd tradition you didn’t want at your own wedding. You always felt it was strange having your groom shove his hands up your dress in front of friends and family.

The men were filing onto the dancefloor but Bill stayed planted beside you.

“What are you doing? You’re single. Get out there,” you ordered playfully.

“Me? No. I’m fine right here,” he said smugly.

“Oh no you don’t. If I had to catch this, it’s your turn to look like an ass,” you said, pushing him out onto the floor.

“You’re pushy,” he noted with a goofy face and you just returned the gesture.

He took his place on the dancefloor, barely paying any attention, until the same thing happened to him. Derek pulled the garter off and tossed it into the crowd, it landing on Bill’s face then falling into his hands. He looked at it, dumbfounded.

He walked over to you and showed it to you.

“Coincidence, huh?” he asked, amused.

You hummed, “Yeah, coincidence.”

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After you sent the bride and groom off, Bill took you home around midnight. The air in the car felt thick, the tension could’ve been cut with a knife. Neither of you spoke, though. You merely let the soft music fill the car in the background as streetlights illuminated the car like a slow strobe light. Finally, he made it to your house and walked you to your door.

“I had a great time. Thanks so much for coming. It would’ve sucked being alone at her wedding,” you said, a small smile on your lips.

“Well thanks for inviting me. I had fun,” he said, peering down at you.

The thoughts that entered your head weren’t welcomed, not exactly. Infidelity, betrayal, lust, desires, all danced within your head. You could just do it. Just reach up and kiss him. You could let him kiss you. The moment felt right, except for the fact that your fiance was on the other side of the door.

So you swallowed those desires deep down and nodded, biting your lip. “Thanks again,” you said quickly before you could change your mind, throwing your arms around him for a quick hug. “Talk to you later.”

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