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Who you gonna dance with? Mmm,
He’s the only one on my mind
If there’s one way to get a year group to work together, it’s by making them raise the money for their own prom. It’s always been the way the school has done it, considering the Council don’t give much funding for an event that technically doesn’t have to happen.
Louis isn’t on the prom committee, but of course, his beloved boyfriend is.
It feels like it’s right around the corner, the only event almost the entire year goes to. All of the guys on the football and rugby teams had asked their girlfriends, or girls they like and want to take. Louis was pretty much the only one left at this point.
He’s thankful that if nothing else, British schools weren’t ones to do those big ‘promposals’, like he’s seen in American movies and tv shows. All of the boys he’s friendly with had just asked the girls they wanted to take, maybe brought her a gift or some flowers.
But Louis, well. Louis knows his boyfriend, and he loves his boyfriend, quite a lot thank you very much. So, he very much so intends to wow Harry when he asks him.
Which should be soon. Now that he thinks of it.
Usually, during lunch break, Louis would hang out with Harry and Niall. Maybe sit a little too close to Harry, touch his hands, legs and face, a few too many times for it to be seen as a friendship. But, because Harry’s free time has recently been taken up with prom meetings, Louis is left with Niall.
Louis really likes Niall, far more than any of the boys he used to call his best friends on the sports teams. “Have you asked anyone? To prom I mean.” Louis asks Niall, both of them sitting on the floor by the English classrooms.
Niall’s face turns an adorable shade of red as he looks around the corridor. “No, not yet anyway.” He mumbles, picking at his nails.
Louis grins at him, shoving at his arm gently. “Ask them! Whoever they are, I bet they’d say yes, you’re a right catch.” Louis urges, watching with a gentle smile as Niall looks down at his hands.
“Yeah, yeah, I might. She’s just really pretty and I’ve not really spoken to her much outside of our lessons together. M’a bit nervous,” Niall adds, letting out a breath and fanning his face. “Jesus look at me, I go all red just thinking about her.”
At the sight of him, Louis can’t help but think of Harry. He can’t stop himself when he starts thinking about his boyfriend. Harry still makes him go all red and squirmy, even after a year of bouncing around each other and a month of official dating.
Louis nudges Niall’s arm again, enough to make him look back. “She’ll say yes I reckon.” Louis reassures, waiting until Niall nods his head to grin at him.
“And what about you? Are you gonna ask my Hazza?” Niall asks, lowering his voice even though there’s hardly anyone around.
Louis is helpless to stop the smile on his face, his cheeks hurting with it. “Yeah, course I am. I wanna go all big with it, make sure he knows how important he is to me.”
Niall spends the rest of the break teasing Louis, and Louis finds it in himself to do it right back.
**
At the end of the day, Louis leads Harry back to his car and opens the passenger door for him. When Harry climbs in, Louis steps forward in front of the door and acts as if he’s leaning over Harry to get something, but really kisses his neck, just below his ear. “What was that for?” Harry asks, his smile wide and his dimples out.
Louis just gazes at him. At the boy he gets to call his even after almost fucking it all up. “Just missed you, and I love you a lot.”
Harry squirms then and lifts his hands to Louis’ shoulders to push him away. “You big squish, get in the car!” Harry gleams, reaching up to put his seatbelt on as Louis closes the door.
Louis does a little run around the car, just to get in quicker so he can touch Harry again. Once the door is shut and Louis had pulled his seatbelt on, he reaches his hand over and slides his palm along his thigh. “I have a surprise for you.” Louis says, leaning his body over the centre console towards Harry’s face.
“Well, lets go so I can kiss you and get my surprise then.” Harry whispers, his eyes focused on Louis’ lips.
It’s safe to say Louis doesn’t waste any time in getting them on the road away from the school. When the school is out of view, Louis tangles his fingers with Harry’s and settles them in his lap. “I need to swing by mine quickly, just to grab a couple things then we can go back to yours?” Louis says a question in his tone.
Harry nods his head, lifting their joint hands to kiss Louis’ knuckles. They drive in relative silence, Harry fiddling with the radio to get a song he likes to play and mouths the words while watching the scenery whiz by.
“You need to close your eyes,” Louis says when they turn into his street, both of his hands on the wheel as he parks in front of his house. “No peeking!”
Harry giggles, closing his eyes and using both of his hands to cover his face. “I won’t!” He promises, shuffling around in his seat. Louis loses himself standing by the driver’s seat, watching Harry nod his head to the song. Without even knowing, Harry is the only thing Louis ever wants to look at.
Eventually, he manages to pull himself away from staring at Harry and makes his way inside. As quick as he can, he says hello to his mum, stepdad and all of his siblings before racing upstairs to his room. There, on his bedside table is the bouquet of flowers he had bought the day before, along with the card he wrote and the box full of snacks he made.
He gathers it all in his arms and slowly makes his way downstairs. As stealthily as he can, he gets them into the boot of his car without anyone seeing and consequently asking him questions. He closes the boot door and heads back in to say goodbye. He makes sure his mum knows he won’t be there for dinner before shouting a goodbye and walking to his car.
There, still with his eyes covered, is Harry quietly singing along to the song on the radio, the top half of his body bobbing around in a sort of dance. It takes all of Louis’ power not to get lost in watching him all over again.
“You can take your hands away now, baby,” Louis says, leaning over to gently lift Harry's hands away from his face. “Hey pretty.” Louis whispers, pecking Harry’s cheek because he can’t help himself.
Harry’s smile is big and beautiful, and he blinks a couple times, his eyelashes brushing his cheeks. “Hi Lou.” Harry answers in a just as quiet whisper.
They spend a few seconds gazing at each other, their faces drifting closer as if there’s a magnetic pull between them. There’s little doubt in Louis’ mind that there isn’t.
The drive between Louis’ house and Harry’s is short, so they’re climbing out of the car within five minutes. “Hazza, my wonderful boyfriend, could you please wait in the kitchen while I do something? I’ll be really quick, I promise.” Louis asks, holding both of Harry's hands as he jumps out of the car.
Once he’s on the ground, Louis pushes him back, so his bum is leant against the passenger seat. A month ago, Louis would have been paranoid that someone was watching them. A year ago, Louis would have kept at least two feet between them until they were in Harry’s room.
Right now, though, Louis wraps his arms around Harry’s waist and aligns their bodies. He wants to take every opportunity he has to love his boy as openly as he can, creeping eyes be damned.
Harry nods his head, placing his hands on Louis’ shoulders. “Is it for my surprise?” Harry asks, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, his dimples out in full force.
Louis leans in a little closer, ghosting his lips along Harry’s. “I guess you’ll find out.” Louis whispers, softly pressing his nose against Harry’s lips for half a second before pulling away.
He slides his hand up Harry’s body and down his arm to grab his hand, pulling him away from the car and shutting the door before heading for Harry’s house.
When they walk in, Gemma turns out of the lounge into the hallway and smiles at them both. “Hello lovebirds, how was school?” She asks, walking ahead of them through the kitchen into the dining room.
Harry grins, following his sister and sitting down opposite her. “It was good, Louis has a surprise for me!” Harry brags, putting his elbows on the table and dropping his chin onto his awaiting hands.
Gemma looks back to Louis and winks. “Does he now?” She says, acting as if she doesn’t know. Louis already made sure she’d be here so she could distract Harry while he sets up his surprise.
Louis doesn’t stay any longer, just lets them chat about their day as he heads back out to his car. Without wasting any time, he grabs all of the things he needs from his boot and heads back inside. He can hear them talking at the dining table as he makes his way up the stairs and to Harry’s room.
Not much has changed in the month he’s been able to just walk in rather than use the window. Harry still has all the same things on his walls, his bed is pristinely made, and his pyjamas are folded at the end of the bed.
The only noticeable difference is the presence of Louis and their relationship. There’s a framed picture of Louis kissing Harry’s cheek on his shelf, a few of Louis’ clothes are dotted around, and next to Harry’s pyjamas is a bundled-up hoodie, one Louis knows is his.
He gets to work quickly, placing the box of snacks in the middle of Harry’s bed with the card gently on top of it. For the time being, Louis gently puts the bouquet of flowers down next to it as he sets to work on propping his sign up. It’s a messy thing, but it says the word ‘PROM?’ in big writing and it’s the thought that counts so.
Louis leans his head out of Harry’s door and gazes down the stairs. “Hazza?” He calls, watching and listening as Harry bounces to the bottom of the stairs.
He’s grinning brightly as he looks up through the banister at Louis. “Let down your hair!” He calls, giggling at his own joke before rushing up the stairs.
Louis steps back from the door and quickly picks up the flowers from his bed, stepping to the side of the sign and holding them in front of himself.
The only way to describe the feeling Louis gets when Harry rounds the corner to his room is utter irrevocable love. It fills his entire being, just seeing the way Harry’s smile drops into something soft, something unbelieving.
Harry takes in the set up in front of him and Louis’ heart grows about fifty sizes, constantly making room for Harry to take up more of it. “Lou,” He whispers, slowly stepping into his room. Louis watches as he reads the sign over and over, taking tentative steps closer. “What-“
“Hazza, love,” Louis starts, closing some of the distance between them and using one of his hands to take Harry's and pull him closer to his bed. “Surprise!” He beams, still somewhat whispering, knowing the moment calls for quiet.
Somewhere in the distance, Louis hears Gemma coming up the stairs, but he doesn’t take notice of it. Instead, he puts every bit of his focus on the little tears forming in Harry’s eyes. “Are you?” Harry asks, cutting himself off as he reaches out to take the card on top of the box. “Are you asking me? To prom?”
Louis can’t help but chuckle gently, watching his silly boy, his perfect boy, as his trembling hands pull the card out of the envelope. “Wait,” Louis whispers, placing his hand on the card. “Let me speak before you read that?” He asks, grinning when Harry nods his head.
Louis thought he would be nervous, thought the lingering fear of being found out would present itself at the worst possible time and make him go tongue tied.
But then he looks at Harry.
Harry who is nothing short of perfection in his eyes. Harry who gives and gives and gives but is still weary to take when Louis gives back. Harry who had let Louis treat him like shit for an entire year, but still listened and understood and given him the second chance he could never properly verbalise how appreciative he is for.
Harry, who gets emotional over cards and flowers and boxes of snacks.
Harry, who he loves with his entire soul.
“You’re silly if you think I wouldn’t ask you to prom,” Louis starts, putting the flowers down on Harry’s bed so he can wrap Harry up in his arms, the only place Louis ever wants him. “I love you so much sweetheart. I’m learning how to be loud about it, and I don’t think it can be a huge thing when we’re there. But I so desperately need you to know that we are there together. No matter the little amount of people who would know it. Because I would know, and you would know, and we’re the most important people in this,” Louis swallows, rubbing his hands up and down Harry’s sides, using his nose to nudge Harry’s face up. “Hey. You’re the most important person to me.”
Harry lets out a little sob, his lips curved into a smile as he gazes at Louis. “Harry Styles,” Louis says, pulling back and picking up the flowers again. “Will you go to prom with me?” He asks, smiling softly at the boy who owns his heart.
Harry nods his head over and over as he steps closer. “Of course, I will.” He whispers, wrapping his arms around Louis’ neck and pulling him in, weary of the flowers.
Louis hugs him, wraps his arms around him and holds the flowers against his back. He hugs him as tight as he can, peppering kisses up his neck and on his shoulder. “Thank you.” Louis whispers, and they both know Louis is thanking him for so much more than a yes.
**
Gemma had taken a couple pictures of them. She managed to capture the moment when Louis nudged Harry with his nose, when Harry said yes, when they hugged and when Louis kissed him all over.
And now, Louis gets to take all the pictures he wants of Harry, lying in bed together with the door closed. Gemma’s gone to work, and Harry’s mum isn’t home from work for a couple hours yet, so Louis spreads Harry out in front of him.
He gently feeds flowers into Harry’s hair, picks petals off some of them and places them on Harry’s neck, his bare chest, his stomach. Harry giggles as Louis takes pictures of him, his eyes shining as Louis acts as a photographer and teases him.
When Louis pokes Harry’s side gently, his whole body moves and all of the petals fall, making them both break out into happy laughter.
Louis kisses every inch of Harry’s skin he can reach, softly gliding his hands down his arms and sides, relishing in the way Harry’s body feels under his palms. He worships the boy laid out in front of him and kisses him hard enough for the sounds of angels to be silenced. There’s nothing he loves more than pulling back to see pure bliss on his boy’s face, his lips bitten red and his eyes droopy.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” Louis muses, gently laying down next to Harry, reaching out to pull him over so their bodies are aligned, touching at every possible junction. “I love you so much, Harry.” He adds, leaning in to leave kisses all over his jaw and chin and cheeks and lips.
Harry giggles, squirming around and pushing at Louis’ chest. “Stop!” He whines, wrapping his arms around Louis’ neck. “I love you too.” He adds in a whisper, draping his leg over Louis’ body.
They’re both in nothing but joggers, the cool Spring breeze drifting in from Harry’s open window. Their skin is glistening with sweat where their bodies have been touching too long, but Louis doesn’t move, and neither does Harry.
They spend hours there, laying on Harry’s bed, quiet music dancing around the room as they talk about anything. Louis asks what suit Harry will wear and begs to be told when he decides so he can match something of his to it. Harry fiddles with Louis’ fingers when he mumbles how happy he is Louis asked him.
Louis kisses him breathless when he shows his happiness right back.
**
There are three weeks until Prom. Three weeks of preparing for the prom committee, organising fund raisers and advertising signs. Three weeks for Louis to gently probe information out of Harry about his suit. Three weeks of Louis loving his boy more and more everyday.
Eventually, Louis manages to get Harry to tell him what he’s wearing. Or, as close as Harry will allow.
“I’ll show you the colours of it and you can go from that, I want it to at least be a little bit of a surprise!” Harry whines, leaning up to kiss Louis from his position on his chest.
Louis accepts the kiss, obviously, before pouting again. “You know what I’m wearing.” Louis mumbles, rubbing his hand up and down Harry’s back, settling it at the base of his spine.
With a scoff, Harry drops his head back over Louis’ heart and pulls his phone up to his face. “That’s ‘cause you’re just gonna be in a normal boring suit Lou.” Harry murmurs, swiping through his pictures to find one with two colours on it.
“Hey!” Louis whines, dragging out the word and prodding at Harry’s side, making an adorable giggle fall from his lips.
Harry squirms around, gently hitting at Louis’ chest, making him stop. “M’joking babe, but it’s still sorta true,” Harry smiles, passing his phone to Louis. “I’d kinda prefer if you used the maroon, but it’s your choice.”
Without letting Harry see, Louis rolls his eyes with a smile. As if he’d deny Harry anything. “I’ll wear a maroon tie then, sweetheart, for you and only you.” Louis beams, sending the picture of the colours to himself so he can pick the right shade.
Even though Louis doesn’t know what suit Harry is wearing, he can’t help but come up with all sorts of images of Harry in it anyway. He spends long nights staring at his ceiling, letting his ideas of Harry in his prom suit pan out on the white paint.
He thinks up scenarios of them arriving together, Louis so obviously there with Harry, aspects of his suit matching whatever Harry wears. Taking pictures together, smiling and laughing with their friends, dancing in front of everyone, the bundle of maroon and black fabric on the floor of Harry’s bedroom.
There’s a small part of him, the one still shrouded in fear, which feels nervous about the entire evening, the entire day. But he pushes it aside, stamps it down so he can properly feel all the excitement he has, all the anticipation of seeing Harry, his Harry, in his beautiful suit.
He sleeps easy, even without Harry’s gentle snores in his ear, knowing he’ll be with the most gorgeous person in the room.
**
The big day creeps up without Louis noticing. Before he knows it, he’s stood in front of his mirror, his fingers shaking as he knots the maroon tie in his hands around his neck. He’s wearing a standard black suit with a pristine white shirt, but he has a pocket square the same colour as his tie. Somewhere on his bed sits the dark red rose he has for Harry to pin to his lapel when he sees him.
There’s a soft knock on his door, just as Louis brushes his hands down his torso. “Come in.” He calls, twisting his body around to check everything is perfect.
“Oh, look at you!” His mum beams, stepping closer and turning Louis to face him. “You look so handsome darling.” She adds, some tears building up along her waterline.
Louis chuckles, bouncing on his toes. “Don’t cry mum.” He whispers, sniffling once to stop himself from doing the same. He’s always been on the same level as his mum with emotions, getting choked up at the same things she does.
She sniffs then, blinking rapidly a few times and letting out a deep breath. “I can’t help it! The first of my baby’s going to prom, you look gorgeous love.” She says, pulling Louis in for a hug before stepping back to take him all in.
Louis smiles, using his index finger to wipe at his eyes. “It’s okay?” He whispers, never afraid to ask his mum silly questions.
She takes a few moments, not saying anything before she moves her hands to Louis’ tie. “You should do a Windsor Knot, it looks better,” She mumbles, untying it before redoing it for him. “There. Perfect.” She says, running her hands down Louis’ arms.
Louis nods his head, stepping back to look in his mirror one more time. “My hair’s alright? I should ask Lottie to quickly check.” He’s just about to bolt out of his room when his mum catches him again.
“It’s lovely sweetheart,” She says, and Louis can see hesitation on her face. “He’ll love it.” She adds, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
The undeniable feeling of a weight being lifted from his shoulders passes over his body. His mum knows, without Louis even needing to say it. He should have assumed, really, considering how observant and in tune his mother is with everything to do with her children.
Louis has to sniff harder to stop the tears from running down his face. He drags his mum into a hug and buries his face in her neck, holding her as tight as he can. “Thank you.” He whispers, sinking into the way his mum comforts him.
“I love you Lou, I’ll always love you, nothing changes that.”
“I love you too mum, so much.”
**
Apparently, Louis’ lack of nerves from every day running up to prom all come flooding to him as he stands waiting in Harry’s lounge.
He’s stood with Harry’s stepdad and his mum, while Gemma helps him get ready. The three of them chat idly, conversation easy because of all the time Louis spends in this house. Even with Anne’s natural comfort to ease his nerves, Louis’ hands still shake, and his legs still sway, all in anticipation of Harry’s big reveal.
It happens quickly. There’s no second for him to catch his breath from one moment to the next, as Harry steps into the room.
Every cliché runs through Louis’ mind; a spark races up his spine, he goes breathless, the room lights up, his world stops. And it’s all true, he feels everything.
There, in front of him, stands the most beautiful person he has and ever will see. Harry in his black and maroon floral-patterned suit, his hair in soft ringlets, his lips cherry red and his nails painted to match his suit, and consequently, Louis’.
“God,” Louis breathes, stepping towards Harry, forgetting the flowers on the coffee table and rushing to his boy. “Harry, you look,” Louis lets out another breath, reaching for Harry’s hands to rub his thumbs over his knuckles. “You’re perfect.”
A blush to envy his suit graces Harry’s face, a smile so pretty framed by deep dimples. “You look so beautiful love, so gorgeous.”
Harry giggles, his shoulders hunching up to his ears and inwards at Louis’ words. “Thank you,” He mumbles, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. “You look really good in your suit.” Harry adds, bringing one of his hands up to fiddle with Louis’ lapel.
They spend a few seconds just gazing at each other, before Louis breaks it to press a soft, chaste kiss to Harry’s lips. “I love you.” He whispers, quietly, away from all the other ears in the room.
“Pictures!” Anne says, successfully managing to pull them away from each other and remember the rest of the people in the room.
Anne takes a picture of every angle possible. She gets the moment when Harry pins the rose onto Louis’ lapel, when they grin at each other, when Louis gifts Harry the roses, when they share a small kiss. Then she has them pose together, Louis with his arm around Harry’s waist, ones with them angled close together, ones where they’re gazing at each other.
It takes the better part of half an hour before Louis is leading Harry out to his car (Anne takes pictures of them walking away). They climb in and Louis immediately takes Harry’s hand, pressing kiss after kiss after kiss on his hands. “You look amazing baby.” Louis says, looking Harry up and down.
“So do you, thank you for asking me.” Harry murmurs back, fiddling with Louis’ fingers.
A tiny part of Louis’ heart breaks, but it’s fixed the second Harry kisses his middle fingernail. “Thank you for saying yes.”
The drive to the venue is quick and it takes no time for them to be swept up in it all. The committee have done a brilliant job at decorating and creating the perfect night. Louis parks his car and takes the keys out of the ignition before turning to Harry.
Without even needing Louis to say it, Harry knows what’s going through his mind. “Hey, Lou, look at me sweetheart.” Harry urges, gently lifting Louis’ chin with one hand while his other holds Louis’.
Harry leans over and presses a soft kiss to Louis’ lips, pulling back to press one to the tip of his nose right after. “You’re okay, none of them matter and you don’t have to say anything to anyone until you’re ready,” Harry starts, running the hand holding Louis’ chin down his neck and chest. He lays his hand flat over Louis’ heart. “I’m here, Niall is here with Saoirse, and I know you,” Harry applies a little bit of pressure to Louis’ chest and squeezes his hand a couple times. “You say the word and we go somewhere else, or you leave, whatever you need, I’m here, and I love you.”
Louis can’t put into words how much he loves Harry, how much he consistently appreciates Harry for everything he does for him, just by being there, let alone talking him down every time he needs to hear it. Harry is all give, give, give, and all Louis wants to do is give right back.
“My mum knows. About us,” Louis whispers. “About me,” He adds even quieter. His tone would suggest something bad, but he’s grinning, letting his eyes fill at the image of his mum’s eyes full of love for him no matter what. “She’ll love you when she meets you properly.”
Harry doesn’t answer him, knows now isn’t the time to get into it, so he just listens and presses his hand firmer on Louis’ chest. “I’m proud of you and I love you.” Harry says eventually, wrapping his hand loosely around Louis’ neck to pull him in.
Louis breathes out as he kisses Harry, softly and slowly, savouring every second of it. “I love you too.” He whispers when they pull apart, taking a deep breath in and letting it out.
After another minute of breathing and holding Harry’s hand, Louis climbs out the car and rushes around the front of it to open Harry's door. He takes his hand and holds it as Harry jumps down from the seat. “Let’s go, pretty.” Louis says, bringing their hands down to between them as they walk.
They stick close together, Louis releasing Harry’s hand when they’re close to the crowd waiting at the doors to go in. Louis says hello to a couple people, giving some of them hugs, kissing the girls on their cheeks and complimenting everyone’s outfits.
He stands on a few people’s toes, putting all of his force into it, when they look at Harry sideways or go to make some snide remarks. A girl called Rachel has him in a conversation enough that he just nearly misses something one of his old friends says to Harry, something that makes his blood boil.
“Bit of a bold choice Styles,” He says, nudging one of his mates. “Bit flamboyant don’t you think?” He adds, and Louis very nearly sees red.
Managing to excuse himself from the conversation, Louis steps over and places his hand high up on Harry’s back, something friendly. “I think we should learn from Harry, all of us in our boring tuxes, at least he stands out.” Louis defends, dropping his hand to Harry’s waist, something more.
“I’m surprised you know what such a big word means, Lucas.” Harry says, and Louis snorts before he can tell himself not to.
It goes quiet for a second before all the girls laugh and some of the boys join in, the rest sneering. Louis squeezes Harry’s waist with pride, leaning a little closer.
The queue moves quickly, everyone being let in in no time. Couples take pictures, friend groups flood to the dancefloor, and Louis lets the music rumble in his bones.
In the slight darkness of the room, no one can really notice that his tie matches Harry’s suit, and it pains him a little bit. But he manages to remind himself that he knows it matches, and Harry knows, so that’s all that matters.
There’s food dotted around with drinks discreetly passed between everyone. Niall drags Harry towards the dancefloor and in the last second, Harry grabs Louis’ arm and pulls him along too. The three of them dance along with Saoirse and all of her friends, their bodies and clothes moving along with the music.
Hours pass before Louis even realises. Fast songs morph into slow ones and couples spread out to dance together. Louis finds his voice to gently turn down a few girls when they ask to dance to the slower songs, picking to instead sway closer to Harry near the wall.
It’s only when a brave boy shuffles over to Harry does Louis grow really antsy. His name is Evan and he’s level with height to Harry, their eyes locked in line. “Hi, Harry um,” He stumbles, clearly not even taking notice to Louis watching his every move. “Would you like to dance with me?” He asks, and Louis has to hand it to him, he’s got guts.
With all of the annoying boys in their year, quick to make fun of anything remotely queer, he’s brave to ask a boy to dance, especially with the intention to actually do it. Harry hobbles over his words, flicking his eyes to Louis before turning to Evan. “I’m sorry-“
Louis cuts him off, eager to make sure he knows there’s a reason for Harry’s rejection. “Sorry mate, he’s my date, I’m the only one dancing with him tonight.” Louis says, puffing out his chest to take up more room and show his pride.
Evan’s eyes widen and he takes one step back. “Oh! Oh my god I’m so sorry, I would have never asked if I knew you were with someone,” He apologises, looking between them both. Louis appreciates that he angles his apology to Harry, and not him. “Sorry, again.” He finishes, stepping away and slumping back to his friends who slap him on the back.
Harry slides a hand up Louis’ back. “Thank you for doing that, you didn’t have to.” Harry whispers, dropping his chin on Louis’ shoulder.
“I wanted to, I’m sick of hiding,” Louis says, grabbing Harry’s hand. “Will you dance with me baby? To show everyone that I’m yours? Please?” Louis says, taking a step back and coaxing Harry onto the dancefloor.
Harry goes easily, his smile wide and his dimples out. Louis loves him. They step close together, and Harry wraps his arms around his neck. Louis loves him. They sway together, their bodies close and their faces closer. Louis loves him.
The song fades out, some lights come up, and a more upbeat song plays. More people flood onto the floor, the music gets louder, and in the middle of it all, the fear leaves Louis’ body as he leans in. There, in front of everyone, with any set of eyes to see, Louis kisses Harry, and behind his eyelids, he sees every day for the rest of his life spent doing exactly the same.