Because this post (x) and because I’m pretty sure this happened today. End of the stoy.
The dance hall is deadly silent and lonely, all the chairs clear, the dirty and empty glasses spread by the floor, the fairy lights handing down the trees. The night is glowing and the stars in the sky are shining more than usual. Maybe it’s because when someone gets married, they shine brighter.
Or maybe it’s just because Harry has Louis by his side and everything is brighter when they’re together.
The younger boy, who got rid of his hat already because Louis couldn’t stop complaining about how he couldn’t pull of his hair; kneels down in front of Louis, who’s sitting on a chair, his suit a bit wrinkled and Harry’s shirt half unbuttoned.
Louis chuckles and rolls his eyes.
“Another marriage proposal, young Harold?”
“Not this time” Harry denies with a soft voice. “Just… Can I have this dance?”
Louis’s crinkles appears in his eyes when he makes his ‘Harry smile’, and nods with the head, taking the hand Harry is offering. He stands up and his boyfriend’s arm quickly finds its place around his waist.
The nice smell of grass, water and nature surrounds the couple. Harry leads Louis to the middle of the dancefloor, where they stand face to face, breathing into each other, trying not to break the bubble of love and pureness that is wrapping them little by little.
Then, Harry’s hand finds its place on Louis’s back slowly, and with the other he holds his boyfriend’s tiny hand. Louis smiles at him and rests a hand on Harry’s shoulder. The older boy leans into kiss him tenderly on the lips before starting to dance.
There’s no music, but the beats of their hearts is enough.
Harry stares at Louis intently, and suddenly he becomes more aware of the touch of Louis’s hand on his shoulder, of the warmth Louis’s body emanates. It’s all more real, more real than ever, and Harry turns teary because sometimes the love he feels for his boy is too much to handle.
“I love you” Louis says and his voice sounds as a soft murmur, almost inaudible.
The stars and the moon are the only witnesses of their love. Yet they don’t need anyone else, it’s all on their eyes, all on their hearts. Harry has his expensive scarf wrapped on his messy curls and where Louis had a great and stylish hairstyle, now he has a mess and there’s hair all over his pretty face.
They keep dancing in circles under the fairy lights, and Harry might want to stay like this forever, because Louis Tomlinson is all he wants in that moment.
“I love you too, Lou” Harry finally replies and stops moving. Louis stops too, and Harry takes advantage of the moment to wrap him with his arms, pulling him into a tight embrace. Louis rests his face on Harry’s chest and the older boy starts moving again, dancing with the love of his life clutched between his arms. “Someday, Lou, we’re going to be doing this but surrounded of people. Someday I’m going to call you my husband”
Louis moves back, facing Harry. He stares at him silently for a while, and someone laughs somewhere else on the distance. The breeze blows again, making Louis shiver. Or maybe he shivers because of Harry.
“That day will be perfect, Haz” he whispers. “But you can call me something greater than that, and you can do it now: you can call me your soulmate”
"Soul mate" Harry repeats, pressing his lips against Louis. "FIancé" he whispers, his voice going softer. "Husband" he says and remains there, lips inches apart from each other, before whispering his last word "love of my life" and with that, he closes the distance between them and seals their love with a kiss.