From the President herself: I don’t know why I actually invite all you fanfiction goddesses here, omg. Tearing my hair out at this story. Warning: angst. Just, ohwhydidIevendothisohwhywhyohwhyrainisfallingonmyfacegoddamn
Title: By my side.
Summary: Harry smiles, because what else can he do? He’ll be Louis’ best man, and Louis will be his. It’s not how he wants it, but it’s what he’ll get.
“Have you ever thought about what your wedding will be like?” Louis asks, his voice smooth and almost seductive as he murmurs in Harry’s ear. The two are lying on the couch, Harry between Louis legs, his back resting on his chest while they watch some sappy movie playing on Film4. It’s not an unusual sight, the two are so comfortable with each other now that they don’t question the way that their limbs seem to intertwine perfectly together.
“Sometimes. Never in great detail, though.” That’s a lie. Harry has imagined what his wedding would be like a lot over the past few months. He knows what colour tie he’d want to be wearing, where it would be, and who it would be to. He doesn’t tell Louis that, though.
“Hmm,” the older boy hums somewhat non-coherently and begins to play with Harry’s curls, massaging his scalp in a way that has Harry fighting the urge to close his eyes in contentment. “Same.”
“I’d want you there.” the words are out of Harry’s mouth before he can stop them and he bites his lip, hoping that that wasn’t too forward. He thanks whatever Gods there are to thank that he manages to stop himself from saying the end of that sentence. As my husband.
“I’ll come to yours if you come to mine,” Louis laughs half-heartedly, forcing a smile because he wants nothing more than to just lean down and close the gap between them that is now oh so small due to the fact that Harry has tilted his head in order to look at him properly. He wants to marry Harry, and not just because it rhymes. He’s known that from the moment he jumped into his arms at boot-camp, but he also knows that Harry’s straight. He likes girls and there’s no way that he can change that. “Promise to be my best man?” Louis asks hopefully, because if he cant have him by his side for all eternity, he’s certainly going to have him by his side during the ceremony.
Harry smiles because it’s either that or crying, and he’s pretty sure that tears would just make everything awkward and that’s certainly not what he wants. “I promise.” he says softly, trying not to get lost in his friend’s eyes. It’s a difficult task to do because they’re just so blue. “Be mine?” and he could have passed that off as a request for Louis to be his best man in return if his voice hadn’t cracked during the last syllable.
“Of course.” and Harry knows, he knows that Louis means that in a ‘I’ll-be-your-best-man-too’ kind of way, but he can’t help but smile. Louis is his. It’s not in the way he wants it to be, but he’ll take anything he can get.
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