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@wespayne12: even on his own birthday he won’t stop.  Good thing I sound proofed his studio room as his gift 😜  Love you Rew!

“Ok, but are you as hungry as I am?”  Wes lets the driver take their bags and set them in the trunk, opening the door for Drew and following in after him.  “As soon as we set our stuff down at the hotel, we have to go get a slice of pizza or bagel or something, yeah?  Take a walk around and see the city from the streets.”  After the driver pulls out, Wes gives him the address of their hotel, quickly bringing his attention back to Drew.  “Unless you can’t resist me and then we can just order room service.”  The words are whispered close to Drew’s ear, Wes’ typical smirk present.

It’s not long before the taxi comes to a halt, an extravagant hotel underway as the driver tells them they’ve reached their destination. Drew grins at the notion, glad to be able to step out of the car and regardless of the fact that he’s only going to be heading into the hotel, he’s excited for the moment they’re settled in before taking a stroll around the popular-spoken New York City. “Babe?” Drew says, turning to Wes as he steps out of the car. “Do you reckon we might run into a celebrity?” He’s partially kidding, partially but the thought of such a possibility does excite him whether he’d admit to it aloud or not.

Tears still stick to Wesley’s cheeks, causing him to wipe them off with he back of his hand childishly.  The gentle nature of Drew’s kiss doesn’t go unnoticed, only adding to the comfort that Wes felt from his fiance’s closeness.  That feeling was another security that helped in making his lifetime decision.  Typically Wesley could be seen as a high strung workaholic, and yeah, he still worked his fingers to the bones, but with a single touch from Drew, his feet were that much more planted on the ground.  “We’ll have churros at the wedding, don’t worry.”  It’s banter at the moment, but Wes knows that if it made Drew smile, he’d make it happen no matter what.  “I’ve sort of only just thought as far as tonight, but that seems like something easy to incorporate.  For now though, do you want to go lay down and take a rest?  I’m not sure how your Mum is with this sort of thing, but she might just gush over the plans first thing in the morning, so for now we can take a breather.  I’ll carry you upstairs if you need.”  As if he wasn’t just crying, a mischievous smirk makes its way to Wes’ face, standing up and yanking Drew up and over his shoulder.  Making his way up the stairs, Wes can’t help but let out, “you’re going to have to wait for that fairytale sweep off your feet.”  

He doesn’t even have the opportunity to form a coherent response , he laughs to himself as his world is literally turned around. “Babe,” Drew manages as he looks towards the ground but is found distracted. “Have you been doing your squats or am I seriously going blind?” he comments, hands going up and gripping at the mounds of meat before him. He laughs to himself, before he’s letting go allowing his soon to be husband whisk him away in the comfort of the Malik home. This had turned into a night that Drew would surely never forget for as long as he lived. 

Never in his life was Wes a crier, but he couldn’t help it.  As if everything he had felt for the day, for the week they were in Bradford, for the year that he had spent with Drew, finally came to the surface.  He was so happy, so incredibly happy and utterly grateful that he had found Drew.  Arms were wrapped around his fiance, his face titled into the man’s neck where he was able to shamelessly cry.  He lets himself go for once in his life, only stopping briefly to repeat Drew’s own question.  “When did your mind know?”

He’s holding Wesley on for dear life, simply holding him as he’s crying and it’s then that Drew realizes just how broken and alone they were before meeting one another. They were never perfect, never pretended to be, but together they somehow made this work. Made all of the heartache and distress worth what it was now. Drew’s hand goes to the hairs on the back of Wesley’s head, lithe fingers running through the short strands before he hears Wesley’s words being spoken out. He exhales a smile through a breath as he looks downcast, still keeping Wesley in his arms. When did his mind know? “Probably when I stopped relying on alcohol to fill a void and found myself needing you.” he admits softly. The simple thought of how Drew used to go for days, consistently drinking and wasting away his life and how it all seemed to stop, no longer wanting his fix in a way that made him want something else, someone else. And that someone had evidently been Wesley in the grand scheme of things. “That or probably when you bought me a churro in seattle.” He grinned, pulling back to press a kiss to Wesley’s temple.