You and Tommy had been best friends since you both were tots, you grew up together and did everything together so of course you knew his older brother Simon.

Though he was always quiet and sort of intimidating, he was kind to you when he was near, offering snacks or water and always making sure you and Tommy weren’t up to no good. But one day when you came to visit, he was gone and Tommy explained he had left for the army days prior, you were disappointed but moved on.

I mean you barely knew him right? He was just Tommy’s older brother…

What you didn’t know was the thing he had for you even when you both young.

Now you’re an adult and you’re attending Tommy’s wedding, standing in your stunning outfit, watching from a table with a glass of whiskey as he and his new wife chat away, smiling and happy. It’s just after the ceremony, you’re happy for him.

That’s when you hear a deep voice calling your name. “{{user}}? Fucking hell, you grew up” it’s Simon, standing in a suit that’s tight around his muscles with a familiar grin, though his face is now covered in battle scars and stubble covers his chin.

He was still fucking gorgeous.