—— Keith P.O.V ——

Lance looks so happy. Like he should be anything else. It's his wedding day for God's sake. He's radiating so much happiness I want to throw up. But that might be the hangover.

"Thanks for being here today, Keith" he beams, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"My pleasure" I plaster on a fake smile, that I pray reaches my eyes.

I can see tears glisten in his eyes. He's so happy. God I love seeing him happy. But why am I being such a dick?
This is my best friends wedding day. I'm happy for him. I'm so happy for him. I get to stand on the alter with him, but not in the place I want to stand. Even as Lance sips on his de-caff coffee as he leans on the kitchen counter, still in his baggy pj's, I just want to kiss him. I have wanted to for as long as I can remember. But I waited to long.
So I just take in his face. His gleaming smile. His crossed feet. How his usually straight hair is miraculously curly, springing on his head.
I should probably stop staring.

"Hey Keith you alright? You look a bit....I don't know......distraught"

Ah shit. I need to work on my face smile.
"Huh? No I'm super happy for you Lance. Can't believe you're getting married!"
Too much enthusiasm. Shit.

The Cuban boy furrows his brows. "Keith" he says carefully. "If you have something you want to talk about or something you want to say-"

A foul taste burns my mouth, and I can feel it rise in my stomach. I'm gonna girl.
I push back my chair from the kitchen table, scratching the tiled floor. My hand shoots over my mouth as I quickly stumble out of the room to the bathroom. As soon as I reach the toilet, I throw my head into the bowl and vomit all of my stomach contents.
"WOAH HEY YOU ALRIGHT?!" I hear Lance yell, followed by the sound of running socks getting closer.

I need to shut the door. He can't see me like this. I push myself away from the toilet bowl, and my foot manages to kick the door closed.
"Keith? Buddy? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fi-" my head is thrown back into the bowl.
My throat burns and my head spins. God, drowning my sorrows in alcohol before my best friends wedding is not a good idea.

"You don't sound fine. I'm coming in, okay?" I hear the door creak open, and I respond with another heave.
"God buddy what happened? This looks like more then last minute jitters"
He gently pulls back my hair from my face with one hand, and lightly rubs my back with the other.

He takes a deep sniff, and his hand freezes.
"Keith....... are you hungover?"

I hesitate, but I quickly nod my head.
"Are you okay? Like really. Talk to me. Please"

God he's so concerned. He's so fucking caring.
I flop over, so my back in leaning against the toilet.
"I don't want to ruin your wedding day, Lance"

"You won't. I promise" he says lightly, sitting down next to me.

I can't look into his eyes. If I do I know I'll just break. So I just stare forward at the shit bathroom door.
"I'm sorry Lance" I whisper. "I'm really really sorry. It just...........it's just hard to see you so happy, to see you get married"

I reach up to the sink, and grope for a glass. Lance reaches up and fills a glass with water. I rinse out my mouth and spit into the toilet, before flushing.
"I am honored to play a part in your wedding, but......."
There's no holding back now.
".....it's not the part I want to play"

God I need to look at him. I should look at him. Fuck but I can't.
"I'm really sorry"

"Hey" he finally says, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close. "Don't be sorry Keith. It's okay"
His hand gently wipes away tears that I didn't even know were falling.

I fall onto his shoulder, which quickly got wet with tears.
"But I am sorry. Because-"
I'm sorry.
"- I love you Lance McClain"

I wait for him to tense up. For him to push me away. Even for him to hit me. But he doesn't.
He lightly pressed his lips against my head, and I lift my head to lock his eyes. He has the most foolish grin on my face.
"I know" he whispers, chuckling.

His fingers trace my jawline, before holding my chin. He holds me like I'm delicate, and I could break at any second. I feel myself get lost in his eyes, just as he closes them. He gently presses his soft lips against my chapped ones.

I don't know how to explain it. Everything falls away. The bathroom, the house, the wedding. It's just Lance and I, beside a toilet, that was previously filled with my sick.

"I love you too, Keith Kogane" he kisses my
nose

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Yet another one shot stolen from my old one shots book. I swear that's the last one!
Prepare for more fluff and angst.
✌️💕Bree