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Troy is starring down at his closet.
Ilya, his Captain and now best friend is getting married soon.
To Shane fucking Hollander.
The peak of modern Hockey is getting married.
And Troy has no idea what to fucking wear.
Ilya said it's casual and soemthing tells Troy they will keep it small and nice, so he actually doesn't need to worry about it.
But at the same time, SHANE HOLLANDER AND ILYA ROZANOV are getting married.
He sighs and closes his closet.
Troy opens his phone and presses the call button on his boyfriends contact.
"Hey, I'm about to leave work, are you okay?" Harris asks cheerfully.
"Yes, I am, but- I just don't know what to wear to the wedding." troy sighs.
"Oh, I see, I see, well, shall I buy us some dinner and then I help you?" Harris offers.
"Please, that would be amazing." Troy says and smiles.
"Well, I will be there in 30." Harris tells him. Tory can hear him shuffling around at his workplace to leave.
"Okay, amazing, see you, love you." Troy says.
"love you too. See you in 30." Harris says and the call ends. Troy sighs.
He puts on some music and cleans his flat a tiny bit before Harris comes.
30 minutes later Troy stands before his door with some Chinese take away in his hands.
Troy pulls him into his flat, giving him a kiss and pressing him against the door to close it.
Which makes Harris giggle with delight into the kiss.
"That is a welcome." Harris laughs and takes his shoes off while Troy takes the food.
"Well, I missed my hard working boyfriend." Troy says and kisses Harris cheek.
"Oh, and you were just lazy all day?" Harris teases him.
"No, I wasn't, I went training, bought groceries and went mad in front of my closet. Cause… the wedding." troy admitted.
"Yeah, I thought so, love. Does it help that I have an outfit in mind and I could maybe just pick up cloths that match mine, for you?" Harris asks as they settle down on the couch. Troy kisses Harris again.
"Yes, Yes, gosh you are so perfect." Troy says and takes his food.
"Aw, thank you, you're not so bad yourself." Harris says and turns on the TV.
They eat in silence, cuddled up together, eating their dinner. While Harris talks a bit about work. Troy just listens to him and smiles at him while doing so, he is so in love with that man.
Ilya inspired him to do soemthing about that.
Right now Troy is waiting for the right moment. He asked Harris parents last week if he could marry Harris. Which had ended up in both of Harris parents crying and telling Harris that yes of course he could marry their little Harris.
Troy even had a ring, he just needed the perfect moment.
Once dinner is finished Harris just walks into Troy's bedroom and looks through his cloths. Troy watches him just sitting on his bed.
"Okay, we need it to be formal and also chill." Harris says as he goes through Troys cloths.
"What will you be wearing?" Troy asks Harris.
"Oh, I have some nice jeans and a shirt and a bow tie." Harris says as he lays some cloths out. "Though I guess i won't use the bow tie, but you should have one." Harris adds.
"I don't have bow ties," Troy sighs.
"No problem, you can also use a tie." Harris says and pics one up. Harris lays multiple cloths on Troys bed, and adds more and more before he puts some away, and then brings new ones out. Troy wasn't aware that he had so many cloths.
Harris was humming to himself and also glanced at Troy multiple times.
After a while he put away one shirt and said: "Okay, I think I'm done."
Troy looked to the cloths on the bed. Like the love sick idiot he was, he had looked at Harris the entire time, not caring what cloths he picked. Now he looked.
He had picked a nice pair of black trousers and a dark turquoise shirt.
"Why that shirt?" Troy asked.
"Because of my bow tie. I decided to wear it, but you don't need a tie. Also this shirt is cool enough for summer weather and I found-" Harris stops and picks out an old leather jacket, "This jacket that you can wear when it gets cold." Harris smiled.
"You just want see me in a leather jacket, admit it." Troy teased him.
"Yes, what if I do?" Harris teased back.
There was a moment of silence, so Harris looked back up at Troy.
"Do you like the outfit?" he asked, suddenly sounding unsure.
"Yes, I do, of course I do. Thank you so, so much for it. And I like that we are matching." Troy said.
"Happy to hear." Harris said and kissed him.
"Love you so much." Troy whispers and kissed Harris again.
the end