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It’s exactly a year later when Harry hides a ring in his pocket, bringing Louis to the romantic garden where they had their first date. Or at least for Harry that was a date, even if Louis was in denial. It counts.
“Harry, you’re fucking insane if you’re doing what I think you’re doing.” Harry kisses him to shut him up, and kneels on one knee. “No fucking way this is happening.” Louis exclaims, eyes already tearing up. He’s bouncing on his toes, shaking his hands, he’s always been restless.
Harry grabs his hand. “Calm down, baby.” He fails to calm himself though, because when he grabs the velvet box from his pocket, he’s shaking too.
“Louis,” Harry starts, he laughs because he has to wipe his tears from his eyes and Louis is already a crying mess. “Wait,” Louis says, “I can’t believe this, holy fuck.”
“Louis!” Harry steadies him, despite being on one knee. “Relax baby, you’re more nervous than me and I’m the one doing the talking.” Louis nods, finally relaxing. “We’re… We’re all in love with whatever we know of you. We all make our versions of other people. I know half of your fanbase thinks you’re a softie, others think you’re bossy. Maybe some of them are right. Maybe most of them are wrong, because they’re in love with the version they made of you. And Louis, I am the luckiest man alive because I get to know who you actually are. I get to know the real Louis Tomlinson. From the moment I saw you, from the moment I got to know you, I knew I wanted to spend all of my tomorrows with you. I want to be the person that knows all your personal secrets, I want to be that person that will be with you even after death.”
“I’m a selfish man, and spending the rest of my life with you isn’t enough. I want you in every single lifetime. Louis Tomlinson, marry me?”
“You’re saying so much shit, put the ring on my finger and kiss me please!” Louis says, a big smile on his face. “I’m marrying Harry Styles! In your fucking face!” He screams to no one in particular.
“This goes on my Instagram too, by the way.” Harry informs him. “I can’t wait to call you my spouse, holy fuck.”