Driven By You

5. When Forever Begins 💍

Oscar smirked, tapping his pen against the blank page. "I don't know if I'll cry, but I definitely feel..." He paused, searching for the right word. "Full?"

Logan tilted his head. "Full?"

"Yeah. Like—" Oscar gestured vaguely at his chest, where his heart was beating a little too fast. "Like, my heart can't actually hold all of it. I don't know how to explain it."

Logan's teasing smile softened into something more genuine. "I get it."

And he did.

Because Oscar had never been one for big, dramatic gestures. He wasn't the type to shout from the rooftops or get lost in poetic speeches. But what he felt for Lando? It was overwhelming in a way that words could never quite capture.

He exhaled, flipping to a fresh page in his notebook.

"Guess I better try to explain it anyway."

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By mid-afternoon, Lando and Oscar still hadn't seen each other.

They had been so close a few times—once when Lando had walked into the wrong suite by accident and was immediately tackled by Carlos before he could see Oscar, and once when Oscar had nearly run into Lando in the hallway before George physically dragged him in the opposite direction.

But it made the whole thing better.

Because the next time they saw each other, it wouldn't be in some hotel hallway or across a breakfast table.

It would be at the altar.

Lando stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his suit jacket for the hundredth time. He wasn't used to dressing like this—formal, polished, put together. But for Oscar? He'd do anything.

"You're fidgeting," Max pointed out from the couch.

Lando scowled at Max through the mirror, pausing his hands mid-adjustment on his suit jacket.

"Am not," he grumbled, but the way his fingers twitched at the cuffs said otherwise.

Max smirked. "Mate, you've adjusted your tie three times and fixed your jacket at least six. Just admit you're nervous."

Lando huffed, stepping back from the mirror and running a hand through his hair. "Fine. Maybe a little."

Max raised an eyebrow. "A little?"

Lando groaned, dropping onto the couch beside him. "Okay, a lot. But it's not bad nervous, you know? It's like... I just want to see him. I want to hear his voice, I want to hold his hand, I want to—" He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I don't want to wait anymore."

Max clapped him on the shoulder. "Then you're exactly where you should be."

Lando smiled, a little softer this time. "Yeah. I think I am."

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On the other side of the hotel, Oscar was having a similar crisis.

"You keep checking your watch," Logan pointed out, sprawled across the bed with an easy grin. "You do know time doesn't move faster just because you look at it, right?"

Oscar glared at him, pushing his watch-covered wrist behind his back like that would make a difference. "It just feels like the longest day ever."

Logan laughed. "Mate, the next hour is gonna feel like an eternity."

Oscar groaned, pacing the room. His suit was already perfectly tailored, his tie was neatly in place, his hair was exactly the way he liked it—everything was ready. And yet, he felt restless.