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Oliver hesitated, holding the envelope addressed to 'Ms. Michaela Pratt' in his hands. He didn't know if he should do this, was this going too far? A voice inside him reassured him that, no, this was completely in line.
"Babe, it's fine. She's your friend too, not just his. If you really don't want to, then don't, but I promise you, nothing bad will happen." assured his fiance. God, he was doing this, he was getting married to the love of his life, and he wanted the people he loved to see them through this.
But then again, if the people he loved were to see him through the wedding, wouldn't Connor be there? Shouldn't Connor be there?
Oliver dropped the envelope into the pile of ones already addressed with the name and addresses of family and friends. His and Drew's wedding was in three months, and he was feeling the stress head on. Drew, on the other hand, seemed to feel much more confident in his decision, not to say Oliver wasn't, of course. He loved Drew, he really did. Drew made him feel safe and stable, he never cheated on him, and worked a normal amount of hours during the week. Most importantly, Drew didn't keep secrets from him, secrets that could land him in jail.
Oliver considered inviting the rest of the Keating 5 to the wedding. He did keep in contact with Michaela and occasionally texted Laurel, and he couldn't get rid of Asher even if he wanted too. He liked Wes, he really did, except he never really talked to him. Although, wouldn't it be rude if he invited Michaela and not Laurel and Asher? And if he invited those three, he really should invite Wes. But if he invited four out of the five, should he invite Connor?
He hadn't spoken to Connor in around two years, which was when they broke up. No one talks to their ex, it was an unwritten rule and Oliver abided by it. Even if sometimes Oliver wanted someone to reassure him that he wasn't unlovable because of his positive diagnosis, or if he wanted someone who would bring cold takeout from work home, or if he wanted to just be near someone who loved him, Oliver didn't utter a word to him. Inviting him to the wedding would be like a slap in the face to the other man. God knows that of Connor had been in this position and did that to him, he wouldn't think Connor had invited him as a goodwill gesture.
Oliver wouldn't even know if Connor had been in that position. Connor could be married with kids for all he knew. Would Michaela have told him? She would have gone to the wedding if there was one, definitely. Would Connor even care if Oliver did get married? They both fucked up, Oliver knew that for sure. They kept secrets from each other and their relationship was toxic.
Turning to look at Drew, Oliver thought of his love for the man in front of him. He was certainly a looker, and more importantly, he loved Oliver and Oliver loved him. There were no doubts in his mind, this was the man he was meant to marry. He walked over to Drew and sat down on the floor next to him and laid his head down in the other man's lap. Sensing what Oliver wanted him to do, Drew dropped the papers in his hand and carded his hands through his raven hair.
"You know, you can invite him."
Him. Clues weren't needed when they were referring to Connor. Oliver was broken when he met Drew, but in time he fell for the green-eyed man sitting next to him.
"I don't- I don't know if that's a good idea. I haven't talked to him in two years, and he probably doesn't want anything to do with me. I don't blame him, of course, you're not supposed to want to be near your exes. Not that I want to necessarily be near him, obviously, that's not what I meant-" Oliver sputtered before gazing up into his fiance's eyes. Drew wasn't mad. Drew never was mad at him for things involving Connor.
"Listen, he won't come to the wedding if you don't invite him. I know in that brilliant little mind of yours, you wondered if Michaela would take him as her plus one, but you know she won't. She knows as much as you do that if he came to the wedding uninvited it wouldn't end well. And Oliver, honey, if you invited him I know it would be so you could have closure, which, arguably, is something you both need. But if you don't want him too, by all means, don't. It's your choice." Drew said softly, maintaining eye contact with Oliver the whole time.
"I- I need time to think about if I want too. I think I'm going to take a nap, it's been a while since I slept. Love you." Oliver ended the conversation and pecked his cheek. He slowly walked to their bedroom and laid down. He knew Drew was fine with Connor being invited and even him attending the wedding. And it's not like it was going to be Oliver trying to win Connor back at the wedding, or Connor trying to get Oliver back.
Rolling onto his side, he grabbed his phone off of the nightstand. He scrolled through his contact list before landing on the one that read 'Walsh'. Against his better judgment, he proceeded to open a chat with his ex. Breathing in deeply, he typed his question into the phone.
How are you? the text read. Oliver stared at the screen for a bit until the message was marked as read. Waiting a few more minutes in case a response came, Oliver was already regretting his decision. When he received no reply, he shut the phone off and closed his eyes.
I'll deal with this in the morning, he thought.
"Nope, no one important," Connor said after checking his phone, before resuming to unbutton the shirt of the stranger in front of him, ignoring the tears that wanted to fall out. Oliver didn't get to do this, not now.