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The Ziall wedding.
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The wedding was finally here. Niall had officially decided to get married on the beach during sunset, which was extremely nice and romantic for someone like Niall to think up. Zayn supported it wholeheartedly and mad sure to reserve the best beach.
Turns out it wasn't that hard with being a famous CEO and being a great friend of an even better known CEO. Harry had arrived rather early with his family, who were all ecstatic to see the two boys finally get married.
"Honestly," Gemma had mumbled to him, "it's about time. Did you have anything to do with it?"
"Why would you think I had anything to do with it?" Harry whispered back.
They were in a large group and did not want to draw attention to themselves as they used to when they were much younger.
His older sister snorted. "Because you always intervene with Niall love life?"
"...Shut up."
That only caused her to laugh catching the full attention of everyone in the group. Luckily they were all friends: Josh, Perrie, Luke, Ashton, and Mama Anne as she was once called.
Perrie and Lou merely rolled their eyes, as they knew how close the two siblings were while Anne simply scolded them.
Josh eventually spoke up, "So when is this thing going to get started anyway?"
"Josh," his fiancée hissed. "Be polite."
"But darling!"
"Shh!"
The rest of the group laughed with Ashton eyeing Luke as though saying, 'doesn't that look familiar?'. Luke smirked and wrapped his arms around his husband shoulders, laughing a little harder.
Anne smiled happily at everyone. "So Perrie when is the wedding for the two of you?"
"We haven't planned it yet," she shrugged casually. "It's going to be a little less fancy than this though.Probably smaller too."
"Are you kidding?" Josh blinked. "It's going to be grand and amazing! Everyone will be invited!"
"See, this is why the plans haven't gotten far yet," Perrie replied in a teasing manner.
Anne laughed at the exchange and smiled brightly. Truthfully, she always thought Perrie and Harry would be the ones to marry and live happily ever after.
Even as children, they stared at each other with such love and adoration that she hoped it would work out perfectly for them. She had been wrong when her son disappeared without a word one day, and Perrie who had been left completely heartbroken.
Once she learned about her son's where a bouts from a magazine, she hoped that the nasty things they said about him were just rumors. Playboy, heartless, uncaring, and vicious were all words that reminded her of their father.
When she asked Harry what happened to him, he reluctantly told the story and left many of the details out. All she knew was that he met with his father before he died, and he was left the entire company in the will.
She doubted she would ever hear what truly happened to her baby, but she felt as though she didn't want to know.
"What made you change?" she had asked him.
"Love." It was all he said on the matter.
She could tell it bothered Gemma that he wouldn't enclose details with her like he used to, but Anne expected as much. She just prayed that it would all work out for her son.
Gemma was very fascinated by the group of friends her brother made while he was away. At home, he was popular but only had a few close friends.
Now it was very different, and she was glad for it. The changes in her brother were subtle, and she couldn't help but feel pride at the man he's become.
"Oh look!" one of his friends, Ashton she thinks his name is, smiled brightly.
"Louis here." She doubted she was the only one who noticed Harry tensed at the name.
Frowning, she glanced at the beach entrance and saw man walking towards the ceremony. He was in a tux, like the rest of the men, and he appeared to be very nervous.
Stealing a look at her little brother, she blinked at the new expression. It was a mixture of happiness, regret, and sadness. He loves him, she realized.
Clearly there was some history, but she recognized that look on her brothers face. When he was a teenager, he would stare at Perrie in a very similar, although less intense, manner.
Since when has he been gay? She thought to herself but shrugged. It didn't really matter what her brother liked as long as he was happy.
"We should probably give him some space," Luke spoke up. It seemed as though everyone in the group knew who Louis Tomlinson was, and they all stared at him the moment he walked in.
"He's most likely overwhelmed."
"Yeah," Harry mumbled, glancing at Louis.
Gemma nodded and the conversation suddenly became about what Luke and Ashton wedding was like.
Instantly bored, her eyes drifted to the light brown haired boy that her brother obviously loved. He was fidgeting as he spoke with Lou and another man.
Seeing this as her chance, she quickly moved away from the group before they could notice her absence. Luckily by the time she reached Louis, he was already parting from the two he just spoke with.
He let out a sigh of relief before jumping in surprise at the sight of her.
"Um...hello?" he blinked.
Gemma smirked. "Hi. Louis, right?"
"Yes?" his eyebrows furrowed as he searched her face. His face dawned with recognition. "Harry older sister?"
That actually impressed her. "How did you know?" she tilted her head to the side.
"Besides the fact that you two have the exact same smirk?" Louis jokingly replied. "You were talking to him earlier, and he mentioned that he had a older sister. I just figured it out."
Gemma nodded, looking at the boy up and down. "I like you."
"Thanks?"
"And Harry loves you."
"... I know," he sighed, rubbing his forehead.
She took a closer look at the boy. "And you love him," she easily guessed. Judging by the blush on his cheeks, she hit the mark. "So why aren't you over there with my brother?"
He pursed his lips together. "Complications."
"Wow." Gemma deadpanned. "Never heard that excuse before."
Louis blinked at her. "You know, you're a twat."
"I know."
"Good we can agree on that then," he mumbled making her snicker.
Yes, she did like this guy. Very honest, open, witty, and handsome and don't forget the sass; what the hell did Harry do to screw it up?
"You should talk to him."
Louis took a deep breath. "I can't."
"Why not?"
"Complications."
"You seem to love that excuse."
He snorted in amusement. "You have no idea."
-
When the actual wedding started, Harry was disappointed when Louis chose to sit as far away from him as possible. Either way, he was happy he could sit next to his sister, who he probably missed the most during his time away.
She was also obviously staring at Louis and judging by her expression, she probably figured out about how Harry felt about him. Well, it was a matter of time before she did. His sister had always been clever.
"He admitted he loved you," she whispered just as the music started playing.
Harry frowned. "He did?"
"Yep."
"You're not joking, right?" And dammit if he couldn't keep the hope out of his voice.
She smirked and nodded slowly, winking at him. Instead of blushing or even reacting, his eyes moved to Louis, who was watching Niall walk down the center of the two seating areas with a bright smile.
Zayn was standing on the end, beaming at his soon-to-be husband with such pride and love that it was blinding.
When Niall finally made it and the priest started speaking, Harry watched as Louis diverted his eyes from the scene and quickly stood up. As subtlety and quietly as he could, Louis walked away from the wedding without being noticed.
"Go to him," Gemma whispered. She gave him a meaningful look and nudged her head towards the door.
"Thanks," he whispered, kissing the side of her head before exiting the scene in the same manner Louis was doing before.
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It seemed as though no one noticed his absence which was good. As he quietly approached Louis, who was standing close to the water and far away from the wedding, he called out.
"Louis?" His head whipped up in shock.
"Harry?" he sounded surprised.
Harry nodded, slowly walking up to him. An awkward silence descended upon the two former lovers, and they were unsure of how to break it.
"Um... hey," Louis settled with.
"Hey." Another pause. "The wedding is nice."
"Yeah," Louis smiled softly. "I liked the idea of the beach."
Harry nodded, biting his bottom lip and staring at Louis for a bit.
"Listen, I-"
"I'm so sorry," Louis blurted out and instantly shutting up Harry.
"I've been an idiot, and I hurt you, and I shouldn't have done it. I thought I was still in love with Liam, and it wasn't until I nearly fucked him that I realized I was comparing him to you. I was doing it from the moment he stepped back in my life, and it took that for me to realize that I loved you. Still love you really."
"Louis-"
"And," Louis interrupted again as though he didn't hear Harry speak.
"I know I don't deserve a second chance or anything like that. I just want you to know that I'm sorry and that I love you and that I should have realized it sooner. You don't have to do anything; I just-"
This time Harry reached forward and gripped his cheeks before kissing him deeply. Louis eyes widened but he quickly kissed back, placing his hands on Harry and closing his eyes.
The only sounds were of the waves crashing down as they kissed like they've never kissed before: with love and commitment.
Once they parted, Harry smiled softly. "I love you too."
"After everything?" Louis whispered.
"Course," Harry beamed. "I wasn't exactly boyfriend of the year."
He smirked. "Technically we weren't dating."
"Wanna fix that then?" Harry smiled. "Louis Tomlinson, will you be my boyfriend?"
"Sure," Louis snickered, kissing him again although briefly.
"And would you like to be rehired as my secretary?"
Louis frowned. "But I thought it was because of the-"
"I'll deal with anyone who tries to fire you again," Harry smirked. "Their name isn't on the company after all."
"You're evil."
"You just realized that?" the long Curly hair laughed, kissing the top of Louis forehead and smiling softly.
"Want to get back to the wedding now?"
"Yeah!"
By the time they made it back, they nearly missed the "I do's" and the final kiss at the end. They had both leaned in, cupping each other's cheeks before slowly kissing their new husband.
The crowd cheered, and when the couple parted, they smiled at each other as though there were no one else on that beach.
As they dashed down the center of the seating area, Niall threw his flowers in the air, laughing as he did so. Ironically enough, Perrie caught them.
Smirking at Josh, she kissed his cheek quickly before handing the flowers over to Louis, who blushed a deep scarlet color.
"Maybe someday," Harry laughed, kissing the side of his head.
"So does that mean you're finally back together?" Luke teased, grinning happily at the couple.
"Oh!" Anne exclaimed, staring at Louis in surprise. "You're the one who..."
Louis awkwardly shook her hand. "Hi, I'm Louis Tomlinson."
"Anne Cox," she smiled. "A pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise."
The commotion of the wedding lasted for quite a bit, and the after party took place a little further down the beach.
The band played wonderful music, and all of the couples danced together. Luke and Ashton were the ones who were jokingly dancing and laughing as they did so.
Zayn and Niall, as they were just married, were wrapped in each other's arms which made their dance look more like a hug.
Josh and Perrie were not dancing but discussing how the food tasted and whether or not they should hire the same chiefs for their wedding.
Harry and Louis were a little farther from the party and closer to the water. Their fingers were intertwined, and Louis was giggling at whatever Harry was whispering in his ear.
"I love you," Harry beamed.
"I love you too," Louis rolled his eyes playfully.
They leaned in at the same time and kissed passionately. Finally they were in each other's arms once again.