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Epilogue: Three Years Later
As a third-year junior Curse Breaker for the Ministry of Magic, Zayn Malik should have long ago developed the inability to be surprised. Unfortunately, there are still things that manage to shock him. Things that fall into this category include, but are not limited to, Harry and Louis being MIA for their own fucking wedding.
“I’ve looked everywhere!” Zayn rages quietly, kneading his fingers over his temples. He and the other groomsmen are backstage, behind the lavish outdoor pavilion that’s been set up for them in a field at a wizarding country club near Harry’s house.
“Well, it’s not like both of them got cold feet at the same time,” says Niall stupidly.
“Right – they wouldn’t get cold feet, period,” hisses Zayn.
Ed laughs, adjusting his tux. “Well, wherever they are, they’re probably together,” he reasons. “So if we find one of ‘em we find both of ‘em. Are you sure you’ve looked everywhere?”
Zayn nods, annoyed. It doesn’t help that most of them are sporting wicked hangovers from last night’s joint bachelor party, which had raged til 3 in the morning at a club in wizarding London. As Louis’s best man, Zayn supposes he should have kept a better eye on him, but Louis is hard to corral even when he isn’t drunk and horny.
Zayn looks around for his fiancé, eventually finding Liam by the pavilion entrance talking hurriedly with Anne. He’s clearly trying to stall for time, which Zayn appreciates – all of the wedding guests are already seated inside the pavilion, patiently waiting for the ceremony to start, and when your guest list includes the likes of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, it doesn’t seem polite to keep them waiting this long.
“I hope they made it home alright after last night,” says Stan, looking worriedly toward the main building of the country club like he expects Harry and Louis to appear any moment.
Niall snorts. “Are you kidding? They were the first ones to leave ‘cause they couldn’t keep it in their pants any longer! Me and Ed were drinking for at least another hour before we realized that ‘going to the loo’ bullshit was a load of crock.”
“Merlin, I hate them so much,” Zayn groans, putting his head in his hands.
Along with Ed, who is Harry’s best man, Zayn spent a lot of time organizing this damn wedding, planning it meticulously so it could go off without a hitch. He’d apparently failed to adjust for the fact that his two best friends can’t keep their hands off each other and are hell-bent on making his life difficult.
Liam comes jogging over to them a second later. “Anne said she hasn’t heard from them either, but she said she could make some sort of speech to stall for time.”
Before he’s even finished talking, shrieks of laughter fill the air as ten or twelve children run out of the pavilion’s entrance and start to play in the field.
“Plus a lot of the kids inside were already getting restless, so we decided we might as well let them out to play until the grooms show up,” Liam adds.
Zayn spots Louis’s twin sisters among the children who are playing, but he doesn’t recognize the rest of them. One of the boys dressed in a child-size tuxedo comes running up to them, looking awed, a few of his friends following him with identical looks of wonder on their face.
“I thought Aunt El was kidding!” one of them exclaims. “It really is him!”
Zayn isn’t sure which one of them the boy is referring to.
“Hey, mister, is it true you’re Keeper of the Tutshill Tornados?” another asks, pointing at Liam.
“Sure is,” says Liam, smiling as he kneels down to shake their eager hands. “Liam Payne, pleased to meet you.”
Oh. Right. Zayn sometimes forgets he’s engaged to a famous Quidditch player.
“I have your p-poster on my wall at home,” one of the other kids tells Liam, looking like he’s about to cry from how overwhelmed he is. “And thanks to you my, my mum said she might get me my first broom for Christmas!”
“That’s wonderful to hear,” Liam says. “And if you’re good about practicing, you could be better than me one day.”
“No way!” the kid says, shaking his head.
“Sort of makes me wish I’d gone professional,” says Stan, watching as the children surround Liam and start asking him more questions.
Zayn tries to ignore the weird little flip-flop his stomach does at seeing Liam being so good with kids, in a tuxedo, no less. Fuck.
“Same here,” Niall says. “Apparently being a professional Seeker is really stressful, though, and I don’t know if me heart could’ve handled it.”
“S’probably better than no job at all, you freeloader,” Ed teases him, elbowing him in the ribs.
Niall holds his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Hey, mate, unless I stop dating a hotel heiress I don’t see any need to get a job.”
That one had been a bit of a surprise for everyone – a year after they graduated from Hogwarts, Perrie had found out that an extremely distant uncle of hers, whom she’d never met but who owned a chain of wizarding hotels in prime holiday destinations around the Mediterranean sea, had recently passed away. Apparently, he’d had such a bad relationship with his immediate family that he’d left the hotels, and his entire fortune, to a random niece or nephew whose name he literally picked out of a hat, and it ended up being Perrie. Niall and Perrie were still going strong then – still are, too, and now they’re absolutely loaded.
“I still can’t believe that,” says Stan.
“It’s still surreal two years later,” says Niall. “Not sure when it’s going to sink in.”
Zayn’s getting antsier by the second, and making small talk and watching Liam play with kids isn’t doing much to calm him.
“I’m gonna go do another sweep of the main building,” he announces suddenly, cutting Niall off mid-anecdote. “Send me a Patronus if they show up before I’m back.”
“Will do,” says Ed. “I’ll hold down the fort here.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Zayn says, rolling his eyes and grumbling to himself as he walks away about just who the better best man is. He has a wedding to save.
xxx
“I can’t believe you,” Louis breathes out, watching incredulously as Harry removes two little packets of lube from the pocket of his dress shirt. “You had this all planned out since this morning, didn’t you?”
Harry laughs, leaning forward to nip at his lips again. “Thought that was obvious when I dragged you into a storage closet,” he mumbles into Louis’s mouth before drawing back.
Louis moans, tilting his head back as Harry presses him into the wall and bites his neck lightly. Harry’s trousers and pants are around his knees and Louis’s are flung somewhere on the floor, and their dress shirts are still on but both of their tuxedo coats are crumpled on the floor as well. It’s almost embarrassing how fast Louis got hard, thickening up right in his trousers when Harry shoved him into this random closet and locked the door from the inside, and his cock was practically dripping by the time Harry got his hand around both of them several minutes later.
“C’mon, c’mon,” Louis mutters, shoving Harry’s mouth away from his neck and kissing the other boy hard on the mouth instead. “Wanna feel you.”
Harry nods hastily, his hands slipping as he frantically tries to tear open one of the packets. He can’t seem to tear his lips away from Louis’s for more than a second, though, and Louis grins against him, realizing that the smug Harry who manhandled him and pressed him against the wall not one minute ago is gone, replaced by the same devoted, overwhelmed Harry that Louis has always known.
Finally, Harry manages to get the lube open, coating two of his fingers in the slick and tossing the empty packet onto the floor.
“How are we going to–” Louis starts to ask.
In answer, Harry grabs one of Louis’s legs and hoists it up until it’s hitched around his waist, and Louis cuts himself off and gasps out as he’s suddenly exposed.
“Gonna go so slow,” Harry murmurs, his eyes hooded as he holds onto Louis’s leg with his clean hand and starts to pet around his hole with slick fingers. “Gonna wait til you’re–”
“We don’t have time for slow,” Louis hisses, trying to keep his composure as Harry dips just a single fingertip inside him. “Babe, come on.”
Harry just grins and kisses him again, swallowing the moan Louis lets out as he pushes his finger all the way in. Louis is still a little sore from their escapades last night, but it just makes it feel even better as Harry’s long finger curls inside him. God, he loves this so much.
Harry’s so careful with him, too, twisting another finger inside slowly like he’s afraid Louis is going to come apart at the seams if he goes much faster. The stretch burns a little but Louis loves it, arches his back to try to get Harry’s fingers deeper and rubs his leaking cock against Harry’s in the process.
“Fuck,” Harry groans, crowding in closer til he’s taking up all of Louis’s space. He starts to lazily grind his hips forward, teasing Louis’s cock with little brushes and maddeningly light friction as he fucks his fingers in and out, scissoring them apart slightly and making Louis tremble.
With his leg held up around Harry’s waist, Louis can’t really adjust his position much without losing his balance, so he just wiggles around a bit to try to get Harry to go faster. Harry doesn’t seem inclined to do that, though, and he grins cheekily and presses their foreheads together so they’re breathing each other’s air as he slows his fingers down even more.
“Harry,” Louis whines at the maddeningly slow glide, “Haz, please–”
He gasps and buries his face in Harry’s neck when Harry curls his fingers just right and catches Louis’s prostate. He can feel Harry’s pulse like this, feels it speed up as Harry focuses his attention on that spot, brushing over it again and again with the pads of his fingers.
“You feel so good,” Harry whispers, curling his fingers expertly and shoving forward with his hips. Louis cries out into his neck, his legs trembling, and decides a second later that enough is enough. They’ll have time for more of this – for two whole fucking weeks of this – on their honeymoon, starting tonight, and Louis needs Harry inside him now before he explodes from desire and before they’re late to their own wedding.
Trying to ignore the heady pleasure radiating out from his prostate, Louis pulls back a bit and sticks his hand in Harry’s shirt pocket to retrieve the other packet of lube.
“M’not done teasing you yet,” Harry mumbles, smiling so big his dimple shows.
Louis narrows his eyes, ripping open the packet and squeezing lube all over his hand. Before Harry can move, Louis is reaching between them and firmly taking Harry’s cock in his slick hand, his grip tight and warm as he starts to stroke him.
“Oh god,” Harry groans, immediately folding in on himself as Louis jerks him mercilessly. “No, f-fuck, Lou, I’ll come too soon–”
“M’not done teasing you yet,” Louis parrots back at him, laughing breathlessly as he feels Harry’s fingers twitch inside him. He thumbs over the head of Harry’s dick and feels a little warm drop of precome bead out, and Harry gasps and presses their foreheads together again, like he’s having trouble holding himself up.
“Please, wanna – need to come – inside you,” whispers Harry, his voice shaking.
Louis sucks in a breath, surprised at how hot those words make him even though Harry tells him this at least once a week.
“Nothing’s stopping you,” Louis whispers back, laughing quietly at how fast Harry springs into action after he’s spoken. He draws his fingers out carefully, his breathing heavy as he wipes them on Louis’s thigh.
“Oi,” Louis snaps, not enjoying the feeling of lube where it doesn’t belong, but he forgets about it the next second because Harry is gripping his bum with both hands and hoisting him up against the wall, fuck, and it happens so suddenly that Louis gasps and wraps his legs around Harry’s torso reflexively. He’s still holding on to Harry’s cock, making them both groan as his slick hand jerks suddenly in surprise.
“Think people are wondering where we are?” Harry murmurs, shifting his grip a little and squeezing Louis’s arse in his hands.
Probably – they probably are, but Louis doesn’t care, too caught up in the whirlwind of desire Harry’s spun for him. “Inside, please, inside–”
“Help me out, Lou, c’mon,” pleads Harry, catching on to Louis’s desperate urgency as his dick twitches in Louis’s fist.
Louis does so as best he can, trying to keep his breathing steady as he helps Harry shift his hips forward and lines up the wet head of Harry’s cock with his slick, stretched hole. It’s warm, and the skin of Harry’s dick is soft but the blunt pressure of his hardness is overwhelming and Louis lets go, nodding at Harry to move as he moans and tries to stay in position.
Then Harry pushes forward with his hips, and at the same time he relaxes his grip on Louis’s arse just a fraction so that Louis’s body slides down the wall a bit and opens up around his cock.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Louis whimpers, trying to relax his hole as Harry presses inside. They’d kind of rushed through the prep, but Louis couldn’t have waited another fucking second to have his fiancé inside him, and so he relishes the slight burn as his body stretches to accommodate Harry’s big cock.
Louis squeezes his legs tightly around Harry’s torso, trying to hold as still as he can. Harry shudders and lets him drop a little more, pushing inside inch by inch until his balls are presses snugly against Louis’s arse. He’s shaking too, a bit, and he leans forward to join their lips together and lick his way into Louis’s mouth.
Louis feels so full, and there’s so much pressure from the love bursting in his body that he feels like he can barely hold it all in. He loops his arms around Harry’s neck and kisses him back, twining their tongues together and moaning happily because he’s got all of Harry inside him.
His moan turns into a sharp cry, though, when Harry finally draws out and slams back inside, hitting Louis’s prostate so hard that Louis claws at his back and actually rips his dress shirt with how hard he clenches his fists.
“Shit,” Harry groans, rolling his shoulders and undoubtedly feeling the way Louis has ripped his shirt apart. “Shit, babe, you’re so – fuck–” and that’s all he can get out before he’s moving his hips just the way Louis likes it, fast and hard and desperate so that all Louis can do is hold on and try not to break apart from how roughly he’s getting pounded.
“So good – Harry, Harry, so good, oh my god,” Louis moans, his head lolling back as his cock bounces against the starched material of his dress shirt, getting it messy and wet.
Harry slows down for a second, and Louis is about to groan in protest before he realizes what his fiancé’s doing – he’s shifting his arms one by one so that instead of gripping Louis’s bum, he’s bracing Louis’s legs over his arms, pressing his hands into the wall and spreading Louis completely open.
“You’re so hot,” Harry mutters, dipping back in for a quick kiss as he picks up the pace of his hips once again. It’s even better like this, and it makes Louis cry out so loud that he almost misses Harry’s quiet murmur of “I love you.”
“Love you more,” Louis moans happily, threading his fingers into Harry’s curls and tugging sharply as he’s bounced up and down on Harry’s cock, “always love you more–”
“Not a chance,” growls Harry, laughing breathlessly as he kisses Louis again to silence any further protests.
It’s incredible, it’s so, so good, and Louis is just starting to feel his orgasm building in his tummy when there’s a sharp knock on the door, startling them and breaking Harry’s rhythm.
For a wild moment, Louis wants to pretend that he didn’t hear it, just wants to keep fucking Harry like they have all the time in the world, but then the knocks come again.
“Lou? Harry? Is that you guys?” comes Zayn’s voice.
Harry groans, not in pleasure but in frustration, and rests his head against Louis’s shoulder, making no move to pull out or set Louis down or even respond to Zayn.
“Yeah,” Louis replies brokenly after a few moments, not sure why Harry’s expecting him to carry on a coherent conversation when he’s literally suspended several feet above the ground sitting on a dick.
“What the fuck, guys? Your wedding was supposed to start ten minutes ago!” Zayn thunders through the door.
“Oh, shit,” Harry mutters into Louis’s skin, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
“We’ll, uh – give us five minutes, Zee, we’ll be–”
“No, not five minutes, now,” insists Zayn, sounding annoyed.
Louis huffs, stroking through Harry’s curls as he yells back, “Zayn Javaad Malik, I am not walking down the aisle on my wedding day with a boner. You give us five minutes or you’re not my best man anymore.”
Zayn gasps. “You wouldn’t do that.”
“I just might,” says Louis shakily, squirming as Harry starts to gently roll his hips once more. “Come on, Zee, give us a break.”
“Fine, fine,” says Zayn. “I’ll be coming back in five minutes so you’d better be done by then.”
Louis hears him walk away.
The next second he tugs on Harry’s hair lightly and says, “C’mon, H, know you don’t need five minutes to make me come.”
Harry grins filthily, fitting their mouths together as he starts to fuck Louis hard again.
A couple minutes later, Louis is back to being bounced around like a ragdoll, holding on to Harry’s ripped shirt for dear life as Harry slams into his prostate again and again.
“Close, love,” Harry mutters, nipping at his jaw.
“So’m I,” moans Louis, hiccupping in pleasure and trying to keep his eyes open so he can see the way Harry’s jaw and throat are working, clenched tight as he puts all of his energy into fucking Louis.
It’s so hot, Harry’s so hot that Louis lets go of his ruined shirt with one hand a second later to wrap it around his cock, which has ruined Louis’s own shirt with how much precome he’s leaked onto it.
“Gonne come, please, H,” he whines, pulling Harry in with his other hand and mashing their lips together as he feels himself start to peak.
Louis comes hard, screaming into Harry’s mouth and clenching up so tightly around him as he shoots all over his shirt, come dripping hot over his fingers. Harry’s arms shake where they’re holding Louis up, his hips stuttering at the rhythmic spasms of Louis’s hole around him, and seconds later he’s whining too, panting and slowing his thrusts down as he fills Louis up.
Louis isn’t sure if he’s going to be able to walk after this, honestly – shit, that was good.
“Holy fuck,” Harry mumbles eloquently into Louis’s neck a second later. They both start laughing breathlessly, and then Louis moans at what that does to the wet slide of Harry’s softening cock inside him.
“You made me come all over my nice shirt,” he admonishes Harry jokingly, still trying to get his bearings back.
“You ripped my nice shirt completely open,” Harry points out, biting softly at his neck before gently pulling out and lowering Louis to the ground.
Louis makes a face when he feels some of Harry’s come drip out of him and slide warmly down the backs of his thighs. In the right circumstances, it’s one of his favorite things to feel, but not standing upright half-dressed in a semi-public place. “Nothing a couple spells won’t fix,” he reminds Harry, shifting uncomfortably as more come leaks out.
“True,” says Harry, kissing him on the nose and bending down to pick up his wand. “Dunno a spell that’s gonna get the wrinkles out of our tuxes, though.”
“I bet Zayn does,” says Louis. “If we’re extra nice to him he might even tell us.”
Harry snorts, casting a Cleaning Spell between Louis’s legs to get rid of the mess. “Doubt it. He sounded livid.”
Louis laughs too, bending down to pick up his own clothes and wand now that he’s clean. “Bet our mums are more pissed than he is.”
Both of them shudder at how true that probably is as they pull various articles of clothing back on, casting Reparo and Scourgify as necessary along the way until they’re mostly presentable again.
“Hope Zayn tells us that wrinkle spell,” Harry says, looking grimly at his once-pressed trousers.
“Of course he will,” Louis tells him, pulling him in for one last lingering kiss before they unlock the closet door and step out into the hallway. “Now let’s go get married, my love.”
xxx
By the time the ceremony’s over, there isn’t a single dry eye in the whole pavilion. Louis can probably take some of the credit for that, given that his vows were the sappiest words and endearments he’d ever produced in his life, but the majority of the credit probably has to go to Harry, who burst into tears during his own vows like an idiot and set Louis off crying as well, causing both of their mums to choke up and then start sobbing too.
But everyone’s smiling through their tears now, standing up and cheering as Louis and Harry run excitedly down the aisle, newly wed and holding each other’s hands tightly. Louis’s teary eyes are blurring their faces together, but he sees their families, and their friends from Hogwarts, and Harry’s closest colleagues from the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures: Beasts Division at the Ministry, and Louis’s friends from Healing school and subsequent colleagues at St. Mungo’s, and some of their Hogwarts professors, including Draco and Professor Weasley and their families. Everyone’s here, eager to celebrate with them, and Louis has never felt so full to bursting with love in his life.
Once Louis and Harry exit the pavilion, staff members from the country club transform the traditional interior and rows of embellished white chairs into many small tables all centered around a glowing dance floor.
Harry leans his head on Louis’s shoulder as they watch the staff work, observing all of their guests milling around and trying to find their assigned tables and placecards.
“It’s kind of weird seeing all these people in the same place,” Louis says, still squeezing Harry’s hand tightly.
“Yeah,” Harry agrees. “I don’t think my nan’s met your nan before, that should be interesting.”
Louis snorts in agreement. Jay’s mother – Louis’s other grandmother – had passed away before Louis was born, but now Louis has Rose to spoil him and dote on him.
It was kind of weird when he’d had to introduce Rose and Chester to his mum three years ago, because Louis had to do a lot of explaining to his mum beforehand, including breaking the news to her about the way his father was killed – even the fact that Edward Austin was killed. Jay had been definitely upset by the news, but Louis had figured that it was worse to keep her in the dark – he’d thought that she deserved to know the truth.
That had meant that Rose and Chester were able to meet Louis’s mum and sisters, and then Louis’s whole family was able to meet Rose and Chester’s other children and grandchildren. They have quite a big family, it turns out, and almost all of them had turned up for the wedding today.
“I think one of my Veela cousins is already trying to hit on Liam,” says Harry, pointing the two of them out by one of the tables. “Or maybe she’s going for Zayn, I’m not sure.”
“Well, Liam does have the famous thing going for him, now,” says Louis.
“Yeah, but Zayn has the whole Zayn thing.”
Both of them crack up, and Louis turns to press a kiss to Harry’s cheek.
“Let’s go back in, Lou,” Harry suggests, letting go of Louis’s hands but only so he can wrap his arm around Louis’s shoulders. “People are already getting their cameras out.”
Louis’s face is starting to hurt from how big he’s been smiling – for hours already, it feels like – but he walks in with Harry anyway, grinning even bigger as their guests let out another cheer.
xxx
While dinner is being served, dozens of people come up to the head table to bestow their well-wishes on Harry and Louis. After a half-hour of this, everything starts to blur together for Louis, who only remains grounded to the present moment because of Harry’s hand on his thigh.
Of course, when Harry Potter arrives to congratulate them, that part kind of sticks in Louis’s brain.
“Congratulations, you two,” Harry Potter says, shaking both of their hands.
“Thank you so much,” says Harry Styles. Louis’s fiancé – no, husband, now, shit – still gets a little star-struck around this Harry, and Louis doesn’t blame him – Louis would, too, if he hadn’t been required to attend weekly meetings with the Auror for three years after graduating from Hogwarts.
Once the apprehended Death Eaters and Peace Crusaders alike had testified unanimously that Louis had practically destroyed the entire field with the force of some dark spell that radiated out of him, the Wizengamot had ruled that Louis undergo mandatory weekly consultation for three years with a wizard qualified to help him safely control his powers. And, ironically, the best-qualified wizard for the job had been Harry Potter, on account of being the only other wizard alive who had ever experienced some measure of Voldemort’s influence in his blood.
After a mere month of consultation, Harry Potter had figured out that the destructive powers Louis was capable of only displayed themselves when people he loved (specifically, Harry Styles) were being hurt and Louis wasn’t able to do anything about, wasn’t able to help them. After further reasoning that, once the neo-Death Eaters and Peace Crusaders were all locked up in Azkaban, no one else had any motivation or desire to hurt Harry or Louis, Harry Potter had deemed their sessions a success, saying, “And if anyone does end up hurting your boyfriend again, they deserve whatever you’re able to dish out.”
Of course, Louis and Harry Potter had still been technically required to meet every week for the rest of the three years, so they had taken to going out to brunch on Saturday afternoons. They’ve actually become quite close, even though they’re at vastly different life stages – Harry Potter is getting ready to send his second-youngest off to Hogwarts soon, and Louis is just getting married.
“Are the kids all here?” Louis asks Harry Potter, who nods.
“Yeah, they’re around here somewhere. Not sure where James has gotten off to, but Al is getting ready to show off his moves on the dance floor.”
“Is he now?” asks Louis, raising an eyebrow.
They both burst into laughter, knowing perfectly well that’s not true.
Once dinner is finished, an emcee takes over and announces that it’s time for the newlywed couple’s first dance. The guests all coo happily, and a couple wolf-whistles (probably from Niall) can be heard as Louis and Harry take the floor, wrapping their arms around each other as the music starts to play.
The song they’d picked for their first dance is called “All of Me,” by some Muggle singer called John Legend. Ironically, Harry had first heard it when listening to Nick Grimshaw’s breakfast show on the WWN a few years back, and he’d called Louis over immediately and made Louis listen as well. The song is so pretty that it almost always makes Louis feel like he’s going to cry, so he tucks his face into Harry’s neck and tries to keep his breathing steady as they hold each other close.
Speaking of Nick Grimshaw – they’d invited him to their wedding, the invitation a sincere one on Harry’s part and a completely mocking one on Louis’s, but it looks like he hasn’t decided to show up after all. Ah, well. It’s probably for the best, because while Louis himself has gotten over that whole Yule Ball debacle back in their seventh year, a lot of his friends haven’t, because they had to deal with how sad Louis was.
Another person who hasn’t made an appearance is Tom Parker, whom the Wizengamot had let off with two hundred hours of community service once Louis had testified that, yes, Tom was absolutely a prat, but he wasn’t fully informed of the situation and had no intention of killing Louis that night in the field. Louis hadn’t actually expected Tom to show up to the wedding – he hasn’t really seen him since the trial – but he figured that the invitation was more of a nice gesture than anything else. After all, Louis and Harry are pretty much adults now, being twenty-one and having jobs and being married and all, and “nice gestures” are definitely things adults are supposed to do.
Harry’s hand slides a little lower on Louis’s back and Louis smiles into his neck, kissing the soft skin gently before pulling back and beaming at him.
After that dance is over, Harry and Louis get to dance with each other’s mums. Anne looks radiant in a soft periwinkle gown, and Louis grins over at Harry, who’s twirling Jay across the floor in her pastel green dress.
“I’m so happy for you two, love,” Anne whispers to him, hugging him tightly.
“Me too,” says Louis, holding up his arm so she can spin under it. They both laugh. “Does this mean I can call you ‘Mum’ now?”
“You didn’t need to wait until now,” says Anne. She kisses him on the cheek and Louis wrinkles his nose, grinning and ducking as people try to get cheeky pictures of Anne’s motherly affection.
After the mother-son dance, Jay and Anne insist on having tons of pictures taken of them and their sons, smooshing Harry and Louis together and wrapping their arms around the pair.
“Mum – Mum, enough,” Louis laughs, not having the heart to resist as many pictures as his mother wants.
Once Anne and Jay finally leave the two of them alone, Louis sees Zayn laughing at them from his spot at a nearby table.
“Hey, this is gonna be you in a year or so, Malik,” he yells over to Zayn. “I wouldn’t be laughing if I were you!”
Zayn blushes and glances over at Liam, his laughter ceasing but the smile staying on his face.
Once other couples have started to make their way onto the dance floor, Louis ends up dancing with his grandmother.
“You and your new husband do complement each other very well,” Rose tells him quietly, her kind eyes crinkled as she smiles.
“What, like a light and dark sort of thing?” Louis asks. He’s always thought of Harry as light, as something that always makes his world brighter. “I can see that, actually. He’s probably the light to my dark.”
Rose shakes her head as he leads her around the dance floor. “No, silly child. Everyone has a bit of light and a bit of dark inside them. I just meant that you look nice next to each other.”
“Oh,” says Louis, blushing at how sappy he just got in front of his nan. “Well, uh – that, too. Thanks, Nan.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” says Rose. “I’m just so glad we found each other, even if it was a bit later than I would’ve liked.”
“Me too,” Louis tells her, feeling a little bit choked up.
Once the song ends and Rose goes to sit back down with Chester, Louis pulls Harry off of the dance floor and leads him out of the pavilion, hoping they can have five minutes or so of privacy.
“What’s up?” Harry asks him, smoothing his hands up and down Louis’s arms.
“Just wanted to see you,” says Louis. He wraps Harry up in a tight hug, his heart feeling like it’s too big for his body to contain. “Husband.”
Harry makes a happy noise. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Louis says, not interested for once in making this into a competition. He knows they can’t compete with each other, not on that front – they’re equals, husband and husband, together for the rest of their lives.
And as Harry pulls him up for a kiss and magical fireworks start to go off above the pavilion, drawing gasps from the crowd, Louis feels on top of the world. He can’t wait to start their new life together – together – and he can already tell it’s going to be an eventful one.
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in those trees
You are electricity and you are light
You are sound itself and you are flight
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in those trees
You are electricity and you are light
You are sound itself and you are flight
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in those trees
You are the blood flowing through my finger
You are the blood that I may see you, that I may see you
You are the blood in me
You are the earth on which I travel, on which I travel
You are the earth under my feet
That I may travel, that I may travel with you
You are the earth on which I write the circumstances
You say what you want from me
You are the solitude that goes against me, that goes against me
You are the choir in which I dream
In which I sleep, in which I wander