Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
He pats his jacket inside pocket to check. “Yep.”
“Elliot?” I ask.
Elliot pulls out folded pieces of paper from his pocket. “Got the speeches.”
“Christopher?” I ask him.
“I know, I know. No photos.” He ticks his finger. “Check, check, double fucking check, if I see a phone I’m going ham.”
I don’t want any details of the wedding to leak to the press, it’s just not happening.
“Okay.” My brothers may not be acting as my official groomsmen in the church, but they are unofficially still my groomsmen.
I couldn’t do this without them.
“Okay, I’m getting the boys ready.” I slap Jameson on the back as I walk past him into the house. “Back soon.”
I take the stairs and walk down the hall; Patrick is in one bathroom showering and Fletcher is in another I find Harry lying on his bed in his room. “How come you aren’t in the shower?” I ask him.
“I was thinking.” He scrunches his pillow up and rolls it under his head as he lies on his back as if he has all the time in the world.
Fuck me, not now.
“About what?” I take his suit bag from his wardrobe and hang it from the door.
“I think I need to shave today…you know, for the wedding.”
My eyes flick over to him, he doesn’t have one fucking whisker. “Do you now?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” I throw my hands out and gesture to the bathroom. “So go shave.”
“Yeah but…” he continues, “…it’s going to take time.”
“So don’t get any ideas about shaving your two pubes, we are in a hurry today.”
“Why would I shave my pubes?” He frowns.
“I don’t know. Why do you do any of the weird shit you do?” I throw a towel at him. “Get up.”
He exhales heavily and drags himself into the bathroom and closes the door.
Seriously….
I hear Patrick’s shower turn off and I walk into his bedroom, his suit is already laid out on his bed and I smile as I look over it. His bathroom door opens and he appears with a towel around his waist. I go to his wardrobe and grab a bottle of deodorant and pass it over to him. “Wear deodorant today.”
He looks at it in his hand and then back up at me. “Why, I’m just a kid. I don’t sweat.”
“I’m not taking any chances. You will smell nice today if it kills you.”
“Okay then.” He rolls his eyes in an overdramatic way. “Fine.”
“Call me when you’re dressed and I’ll do your tie.”
“Okay.”
“And don’t forget your vest,” I remind him as I walk out of the room, I head down to Fletcher. His bedroom is at the end of the hall, I find him already dressed in his suit and doing his tie in the mirror, I feel myself relax a little bit. “That’s my boy.” I slap him on the back as he looks in the mirror at himself. “Do I look okay?” he asks.
“You look great, man.” I take over doing his tie for him.
He gives me a proud smile. “I do, don’t I?”
“Argh,” We hear a cry come from Harry’s room. “Tristan.”
“Fuck’s sake, what now?” I whisper as I march down the hall.
Harry has a towel around his waist, the hot water is running and the bathroom is full of steam. He is holding a flannel to his face and there is blood everywhere.
“What the fuck is happening in here?” I gasp.
“I nicked myself shaving.”
I lift the flannel back to see a huge laceration to his lip and my eyes bulge. “You shaved your lip? In what universe do you shave your fucking lip? You don’t shave a lip, nobody shaves a lip. Everybody knows you don’t shave a fucking lip.”
“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Stop saying lip.”
My god.
“We do not have time for this shit today, Harrison.” I tear a tiny bit of toilet paper and put it on the cut.
“Argh,” He winces.
“Do not talk.” I press on the toilet paper hard. “You do not have whiskers on your face, let alone your fucking lip. Hold that on there and it will stop bleeding in a moment, it’s just a nick.”
Is it though?
I can feel my temperature rising by the second.
Why?
“Do not put your white shirt on until it stops bleeding, do you understand me?” I warn him.
“Yes.”
“So what are you going to do now?” I ask him to make sure.
“Get in the shower and wash my hair.”
“You haven’t showered yet?”
“No.”
I inhale deeply, this kid kills me.
“Okay, shower, I’m going downstairs. Call me when you are ready to dress so I can check the cut.”
I march back downstairs to find my three brothers relaxing happily on the terrace. “Give me a drink,” I whisper as I pick up my glass of champagne.
“What’s going on up there?” Jameson asks.
“Harrison shaved and nearly cut his lip off, that’s what’s going on. Looks like a fucking chainsaw massacre up there.”