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“I’m home,” Louis called as he shut the door behind him.
It had been ten years since they left Hogwarts and eight years since they married. At twenty, maybe it was too young to marry but the two had reached a mutual decision that they can’t be with anyone else. Their wedding was a big fancy thing because Niall planned it. And his policy was ‘burn bright and blind their eyes rather than shine dimly’. It just meant show them the time of their life so that they remembered it forever. They did too.
Harry had planned a small beachside marriage but Niall turned it into a gala by inviting the whole of Hogwarts and taking them to Hawaii. They couldn’t be much angry at him since the wedding was fabulous. But that was eight years ago.
Louis tiptoed to the kitchen where he knew Harry would be cooking. He had taken a great liking to baking and had opened a bakery for both, wizards and muggles alike. And so far, everyone was loving his cupcakes. Louis worked at the Ministry Of Magic. They lived near their orchard, on the outskirts of Doncaster. Every year at their wedding anniversary they head there and lay down, enjoying the company of each other in the place that brought them together.
Louis leaned against the wall and watched his husband making cookie batter. He had grown out his hair since then which reached past his shoulder but currently tied up in a bun. He had grown tall and well towered over Louis but somehow managed to make himself small to fit himself in Louis’s embrace while they slept. His chubby cheeks had transformed into gorgeous cheekbones but their blush was still intact.
His eyes...
Harry’s eyes still managed to render Louis speechless with the absolute glow which rested in them. They shone like the stars resting in clusters which made up the galaxy. Harry was Louis’s sun which shined brightly while Louis basked and reflected his glow. Yeah Louis still talked astronomy when it came to Harry. It was a thing that would never ever make sense to him- his words never would.
As much Louis would like to stare at his spouse forever, he had to stop standing there. So he reached across and wrapped Harry in an embrace from behind. Harry instantly reacted by hunching and fitting perfectly into him. He turned around and kissed Louis. There was a bit of flour on Harry’s cheeks but it didn’t matter much.
“Hey Lou,” said Harry softly, gazing at him fondly. “This is for you.”
In his hands was a blue rose.
After that day, Harry had made it a tradition to say ‘I love you’ by gifting him a blue rose. Louis gifted him a pink rose and Harry gifted a blue rose. Harry used to weave it into a flower crown sometimes to adorn his curls. He looked like an angel with those curls and dimples with flower in his hair.
They had grown in their backyard, a cluster of rose bushes with all sorts of roses. Harry had enchanted a plant into blooming blue roses from which he summoned to gift it to Louis. In real world, blue roses may not exist but in their world, it did. And they meant much more than just flowers.
Louis glanced at their entwined arms. There was a splatter of ink which were tattoos adorning their arms. Many would argue that tattooing your magically would be better than the other way of doing it with needles, Harry and Louis didn’t seem to think so. It was the sign and effort that they’d bear with the pain of etching the love for other on the skin rather than taking the magical way out.
So each year, they got couples tattoo. At eighteen, Harry and Louis got ‘hi’ and oops!’ with other seemingly random tattoos which had hidden meanings of their own. And by now they had a ship and compass, an anchor and rope, an anatomical heart and arrow, two hearts which joined if they stood side by side, a rose and dagger and lot more. Harry had tattooed two swallows in flight which represented them and also because swallows mate for life.
All these memories filled his heart with even more love and fondness. Louis leaned forward to kiss Harry. He turned the taller boy so that they were pressed head to toe together with their lips joint. As it turned a little steamy, Harry pulled back.
“Won’t our son be home soon?” he asked breathlessly.
“You act like a muggle housewife, Curly.”
As if on cue, they hear a loud, childish voice calling out. Louis let his head fall on Harry chest. “Really?”
Harry giggled. “Coming, darling.” He turned to Louis. “Let’s go honey.”
As soon as they stepped in the hall, they were met with an armful of Lawrence, their son. Niall had the ingenious idea of naming him that because, ‘hey when you give him a nickname it would be a combination of your names- Larry’. Admitting that was a really good one, they went with it.
Like his name, he himself was also a mix of both of their traits. He had curly hair like Harry but didn’t have dimples like Louis didn’t. He was vivacious and loud but also caring and polite. He had this set of eyes that looked both blue and green. Louis just hoped that Larry would take Harry’s height and not be short like he is.
He was vaguely aware of him speaking with Harry but Louis was too busy in watching them. Harry was simply too good with children and especially their son. It was rather fascinating.
“The teacher asked us about our favourites today,” Larry was saying. He was waving his hands around as he spoke. “I told her my favourite flower was a blue rose but she said it didn’t exist.” Louis quickly hid the flower which was still clasped in his hands while Harry exchanged a panicked glance with him. Blue roses didn’t exist in fact but their son didn’t know that. He was just a child. “But you Daddy give one to Dad often. I need to take one from the backyard to show her it exists.”
Louis shook his head frantically while Harry spluttered for an explanation. They had to make Lawrence not to do that. It would raise questions.
"Listen,” said Harry softly. “We have this special kind of rose, okay which no one else does. If they know about it, then they’ll steal it from us. We don’t want that, do we?” Larry shook his head fervently. “So let’s keep it a secret.”
“Our secret,” Larry yelled and ran to outside.
“Need to be careful don’t we?” Louis asked. He looked at Harry who was staring back.
“Oops?” he asked, stroking the tattoo on Louis’s hand.
“Hi,” said Louis fondly.
Harry took off after Larry who was playing in the backyard. Louis watched on fondly as Harry made him laugh as he broke into a ridiculous dance. They might have been young and in love when they were twenty but they made the right decision, Louis thought. He watched Harry with so much love that he was sure his heart wasn’t able to hold.
Yes this was the man he was in love with and he loved every second of their life together.
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