The past two months have been the busiest of Harry's life. A lot of tears were shed and a lot of things revealed. Harry finally came clean to Sam about everything. Everything about his past he laid out for Sam to see. Eventually, Sam forgave him for what happened the night before he returned home, but Harry still feels guilty about it.

Anxiously, Harry glances down at the paper in his hands as he stands in the mirror to his bedroom. The suit he wears is only a hundred dollars and the ceremony is in his backyard. The ceremony is going to be small with only family and close friends, but he wouldn't dream of asking for anything else. This is perfect.

"Looking good little brother," Gemma says. Harry turns and sees Gemma standing in the doorway, a smirk across her lips. A pale pink jumper covers her legs and her brown hair hangs past her shoulders.

"Gems," Harry cheers as he takes a step towards his sister and pulls her into a hug. It's been too long since he's seen his older sister.

"Finally getting married, huh? I thought the day would never come," Gemma teases as she pulls away to give Harry a look. She tugs on the ends of his suit jacket and gives him a smile.

"You're gonna do great. Are you ready to finally marry this man? You've waited long enough I think," She laughs. Harry gives her a nod and follows her down through the house.

His mother sits on a sofa in their living room. She wears a beautiful dark blue dress and her salt and pepper hair is styled into a bun. "My baby boy is getting married," Anne cries as she stands and brings Harry into a hug.

"Thanks for coming all this way," Harry whispers as he gives his mom a final squeeze before pulling away. Tears gather in Anne's eyes as she looks at Harry. Harry reaches up and wipes one away.

Gemma peeks outside and then turns to the two, "Ready," She asks. Harry gives a nod as he loops his arm in his mother's. He takes one last deep breath before Gemma opens the doors.

Twenty or thirty guests sit in chairs in their front lawn all in various shades of dark blues and light pinks. A little path made of flowers leads Harry to the alter where Sam stands. Sam. Damn. Harry's hit with the reality that he's getting married in a couple of minutes to the man of his dreams.

He sees tears in Sam's eyes as he approaches him. All Harry can focus on is how handsome Sam is as Anne passes Harry's arm to his. Sam's hands feel right in Harry's. They're familiar, strong, rough, and calloused.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of these two men, Harry Twist and Samuel Mendoza. We still start off first with the vows that these two have written for one another," The officiant, one of Sam's coworkers, begins.

Sam takes his cue to bring out his slip of paper. He glances up at Harry and then back down the paper before he starts. "Harry, I don't know where to begin. I don't want this to be long and sappy because I'm not that kind of person. I'm straight, well, not really, but I'm straight to the point. I love you. I've already spent the best fifteen years of my life with you and I can't wait to see where the next fifteen take us." The crowd laughs at Sam's joke and he gives Harry a little smile as he tucks the paper back in his suit jacket.

Harry's fingers fumble for the paper in his pocket. He sucks in a breath before he begins reading off of the slip, "Sam, there are a million things I could say to you up here. I could make you a million promises or share some happy memories. Instead, I want to tell you how much you've changed my life for the better. You've been my rock and the person that I've been able to rely on when things get hard. You make me want to be better and do better. There isn't a single person I would rather stand here with than you."

"Now, Harry Twist, do you take this Samuela Mendoza to be your wedded husband in sickness and in health, for rich or for poor, for as long as you both shall live," The officiant asks. Harry turns to him and smiles.

"I do," Harry whispers. He couldn't be happier than he is at this moment. In a couple of seconds, they'll be married. Finally.

"Samuel Mendoza, do you take this Harry Twist to be your wedded husband in sickness and in health, for rich or for poor, for as long as you both shall live?"

He watches as tears spring up in Sam's eyes and he pauses. Harry gives his hand a little squeeze for reassurance. They can do this.

"I love you," Sam starts. "I would follow you around the world if you asked me to, Harry. You don't understand how much I love you and... I want that for you."

This isn't 'I do'. Harry's stomach twists together as the situation runs through his mind. What's going on? Before Harry can say anything Sam continues, "I want you to love someone as much as I love you."

Oh no. Harry's heart shatters into a million pieces as he watches Sam fall apart. Their hands slip from one another and Sam looks away. A choked sob escapes him before he turns back to Harry, "I thought I could do this but I can't. I'm sorry, Harry, but I do not. I love you enough to let you go."

Sam spares one last glance towards Harry before he starts his way back up the aisle.

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Hey guys! This is the last official chapter of Off the Road! The next part will be the epilogue. I have also decided that I'm going to be hosting a character ask! I love doing them, but haven't done one in a while. So, get some questions ready. I will answer EVERY question no matter how many there are. thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! ~B