A Bridesmaids Tale part 8

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Hear is the last part (for now) of our sweet story of Andy as a Bridesmaid.

I hope you have enjoyed it and I hope to create more stories like this. I have a few I need to find time to edit.

So here we go with A bridesmaids take part 8 and don't forget you can download the audio version at the bottom.

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Andy

A bridesmaids tale part 8

Andy exhaled shakily, rubbing his hands over his arms, still feeling the ghost of Will’s touch. His thoughts were still tumbling over themselves, emotions tangled up in something too big to understand all at once.

And then, before he could get too lost in them again, the doors to the terrace swung open.

Andy’s sister stepped out, her wedding dress catching the soft glow of the lanterns, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.

In her hands was her makeup pouch.

And behind her, just a step away, stood Will, his arms crossed, his smirk as familiar as ever.

Andy blinked, confused. “What—”

His sister cut him off with an exaggerated sigh, shaking her head fondly. “Andy, you know I would never let you leave my wedding looking anything less than flawless.”

Andy let out a breathless laugh, still overwhelmed, still processing. “I—I don’t—”

His sister stepped forward, her expression softer now. “Sit,” she said, gently nudging him toward one of the stone benches on the terrace. “Let me fix you up.”

Andy hesitated, glancing at Will.

Will just smiled, shrugging as if to say, Go on. It’s okay.

So Andy sat.

And as his sister knelt in front of him, pulling out a compact mirror and a soft brush, he let himself breathe.

Maybe he didn’t have all the answers yet.

Maybe he was still figuring himself out.

But here, in this moment, with his best friend standing by his side and his sister carefully fixing his makeup, he realized—

He didn’t have to have all the answers right now.

He just had to be.

Andy’s sister didn’t ask what had happened.

She didn’t need to.

She could see it—the way Andy’s entire posture had softened, the way the panic that had sent him running minutes ago had been replaced by something else. And most of all, the way he never took his eyes off Will.

Except, of course, when she was fixing his mascara.

“Look up,” she murmured, tilting his chin gently.

Andy obeyed, blinking as she carefully touched up the smudges left by his earlier tears. He sat perfectly still, the cool brush gliding over his lashes, the soft scent of her foundation lingering in the air.

And the entire time, the only thing running through his mind was Will.

Will, standing there, hands in his pockets, watching him with that same familiar smirk but something softer beneath it now.

Will, who had chased after him.

Will, who had kissed him.

Will, who had wanted to kiss him.

Andy’s heart flipped again, that now-familiar warmth spreading through his chest.

He was sitting here, letting his sister reapply his makeup like it was the most natural thing in the world, and all the while, the boy who he’d be playing football with on Saturday was standing there, watching over him like this was just another normal moment between them.

It should have felt strange.

A few hours ago, it would have felt strange.

But right now?

Right now, Andy felt… happy.

Not confused, not scared.

Just happy.

He was still sorting things out, still figuring out what all of this meant, but that was okay.

Because today had been unexpected and overwhelming and beautiful.

And somehow, through all of it, he had ended up here—surrounded by love, held in warmth, with a boy standing beside him who made him feel like he didn’t need to have all the answers just yet.

His sister pulled back, inspecting her work with a satisfied nod. “There,” she said proudly. “Good as new.”

Andy blinked up at her, then turned toward Will with a tiny, playful smirk. “Well? Do I meet your high standards?”

Will chuckled, tilting his head slightly as if giving him a proper assessment. His smirk widened. “Yeah,” he murmured. “You do.”

Andy’s heart skipped.

His sister smiled knowingly but said nothing.

Because, really—there was nothing left to say.

Andy was exactly where he was meant to be.

Andy’s sister carefully repacked her makeup pouch, snapping it shut with a quiet click.

For a moment, she didn’t move.

She just looked at him, her expression full of warmth, of love, of something soft and knowing.

Then, in a voice gentle but certain, she said, “Everything is okay, Andy. Everyone loves you.”

Andy felt something flutter deep in his chest.

She didn’t need to explain.

She meant them—the guests, the family, the people back in the ballroom who had seen him tonight, seen him in a way he had never quite seen himself before.

And they loved him.

Not despite it.

Because of it.

Andy let out a soft breath, his lips curving into a small smile. His sister smiled back, nodding slightly, as if to say I told you so.

Then, just as the moment might have become too sentimental, she smirked.

“Oh,” she added casually, as if it were an afterthought. “I’ve sealed the lipgloss.”

Andy blinked. “Huh?”

She grinned. “So if you should want to… you know—” she lifted her brows, mischief dancing in her eyes “—it won’t smudge.”

Andy’s face burned.

His sister winked, snapping her pouch shut with dramatic flair before standing.

Andy turned toward Will instinctively, and—

Will was smiling at him.

A slow, easy, melt-your-heart kind of smile.

A so what are you gonna do about it? kind of smile.

Andy swallowed, suddenly hyperaware of everything—of the way the cool night air brushed against his skin, of the way his lips still tingled from before, of the way Will was looking at him like that.

His sister watched them, eyes sparkling with amusement, before gracefully stepping back.

“Well,” she said with a knowing grin, “I’ll leave you two to it.”

She turned and walked away, disappearing back inside the ballroom, and Andy barely registered it—barely noticed—because all of his focus was on Will.

On the way Will still hadn’t looked away.

On the fact that Will had heard what his sister said, and yet—he wasn’t embarrassed.

Wasn’t nervous.

If anything, he looked curious.

Expectant.

Andy’s heart flipped.

“So…” Will murmured, stepping just slightly closer.

Andy’s breath hitched.

His sister had sealed the lipgloss.

It wouldn’t smudge.

And judging by the way Will was looking at him right now…

That information was about to become very important.

A few minutes later, Andy and Will stepped back into the ballroom—hand in hand.

For the briefest of moments, all eyes turned toward them.

Andy felt it—the collective gaze of the guests, the quiet, fleeting pause in conversation, the way the air seemed to shift as people registered their return.

But what he felt more than anything was love.

It wasn’t judgment. It wasn’t scrutiny.

It was warmth.

Smiles, knowing glances, a few murmured words of affection that drifted through the air—

"They’re okay."

"Look at them."

"So sweet."

And then—just as quickly as the moment came, it passed.

No one stared.

No one made a spectacle.

The party simply continued, as if nothing had happened, as if they had never fled the ballroom in a whirlwind of emotions.

As if this—them—was something natural. Something normal. Something that had always been meant to be.

Andy exhaled, his heart still fluttering, but now, it wasn’t from nerves.

Will gave his hand a gentle squeeze, and when Andy turned to look at him, Will was already smirking.

“Told you we could come back,” Will murmured.

Andy let out a soft, breathy laugh. “Yeah,” he admitted. “You did.”

And with that, the two of them stepped fully back into the warmth of the celebration, back into the golden glow of the ballroom, back into the arms of the people who loved them.

Andy’s sister spotted them from across the room and shot him a wink before seamlessly spinning back into conversation, as if she hadn’t just played a hand in changing his entire world.

Maria and Jane, ever watchful, exchanged delighted smiles.

And Andy?

Andy let himself be happy.

The uncertainty was still there, the questions about himself, about what came next. But right now, none of that mattered.

Because he was here.

He was home.

And for the first time in his life, he was exactly where he was meant to be.

2/2

The rest of the night passed in a blur of warmth and golden light.

Andy could not stop looking at Will.

Every time he did, he felt that familiar, electrifying tingle deep in his chest—the kind that made his breath hitch, the kind that made the rest of the world blur out of focus.

It wasn’t like before, when his glances had been stolen, uncertain.

Now, it was different.

Now, every time he looked at Will, Will looked back.

And every time their eyes met, Will would flash him that little, knowing smile—the one that sent Andy’s heart into freefall, the one that said I see you.

And God, Andy felt seen.

They never strayed far from each other for the rest of the evening, their hands brushing, their fingers intertwining when no one was looking—though, judging by the smug expressions on his sister and aunt’s faces, everyone knew anyway.

They danced again.

Andy didn’t even remember the song, didn’t care. All that mattered was the warmth of Will’s hands in his, the way Will pulled him close, the way he whispered something silly in Andy’s ear just to make him laugh.

And Andy did laugh.

He had never felt so happy in his entire life.

By the time the last dance ended and the guests began to say their goodbyes, Andy knew.

Knew with an ache in his heart, with a certainty he had never felt before.

He loved Will.

It wasn’t just a crush. It wasn’t just the thrill of the evening, the magic of the moment.

It was real.

He had loved him for years, hadn’t he? It had been there all along, buried beneath friendship, beneath unspoken words and unrecognized feelings.

And now, here he was, standing next to the boy who had once been just his best friend, realizing that he had always been so much more.

Will turned to him then, his smile softer now, more gentle.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, his fingers giving Andy’s one last squeeze before reluctantly letting go.

Andy swallowed, his heart so full he thought it might burst.

“Yeah,” he murmured.

Will raised a brow. “Sure?”

Andy exhaled, looking at him—really looking at him, drinking in every part of this boy he loved.

He wanted to say it.

Wanted to tell him.

But not here. Not now.

Instead, he just smiled, the kind of smile that said I know something you don’t.

“Yeah,” he said again, this time more certain. “I’m sure.”

And as the last of the guests trickled out into the night, Andy knew this wasn’t the end of something.

It was the beginning.

The ballroom was empty now, the echoes of laughter and music fading into the quiet hum of the night. The grand chandeliers still cast a soft glow over the room, but now, with the guests gone and the excitement settling, everything felt quieter. More intimate.

Andy sat with Will, their hands still loosely linked, the warmth between them steady and familiar.

They talked.

They laughed.

They shared silly moments from the night, teasing each other, reminiscing about the chaotic day that had led them here.

But beneath it all, something deeper lingered—something Andy had been holding onto all night.

He felt safe here.

With Will.

And for the first time since the party began, with no one else around, he let himself say it.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” Andy murmured, staring down at their hands, fingers intertwined on the table.

Will tilted his head, his thumb tracing absent circles over Andy’s skin. “About what?”

Andy hesitated.

The question had been building inside him, swirling in his mind, taking shape with every passing moment, with every glance in the mirror, every brush of his dress against his legs, every touch of makeup on his skin.

He had felt different tonight.

Not just because of Will.

Because of himself.

He looked up at Will then, uncertainty flickering in his wide eyes, his voice softer now.

“Am I a girl?”

The words hung between them, delicate and unsure.

Will didn’t flinch.

Didn’t react with shock or confusion.

He just looked at Andy, really looked, like he was seeing him in a way no one else ever had.

Andy’s chest felt tight. His heart was racing.

Will gave him a moment, letting the question settle, making sure Andy wasn’t rushing past it before he asked, just as softly—

“…Do you want to be?”

Andy opened his mouth. Then closed it.

Because he didn’t know.

Did he?

Tonight had felt good.

Right.

Natural.

He had loved the dress. The makeup. The way people had seen him, not just as Andy, but as something… more.

But what did that mean?

He felt a lump forming in his throat. “I don’t know.”

Will nodded, like that was okay, like Andy didn’t have to have an answer right now.

And maybe he didn’t.

Maybe it was okay to be unsure.

But what he did know—what he knew with absolute, unwavering certainty—was that as long as he had Will beside him, he would figure it out.

And Will, ever patient, ever steady, simply squeezed his hand and said,

“Well, we’ve got time to find out.”