Larry Stylinson: These Arms Were Made For Holding You

Chapter 29: Harry

The following morning, I announced to my fans I'd said yes via an Instagram post. The post of course, left it open to interpretation as neither of us had actually come out and said we were together. The post had blown up very quickly, everyone speculating as to who it was. Everyone was still convinced that Louis and I were together as I had yet to speak on the matter, which apparently 'said enough,' according to the fans.

"H," Louis muttered, cuddling closer. "Cuddle me please," he asked, pulling on my arm. Darcy was very much a morning person, and neither of us really were so she would always go downstairs to talk with someone early in the morning when we were visiting family. It didn't hurt that they all adored her either.

"Anything for you, my love," I'd promised, pulling him closer. While I wasn't a morning person, Louis was even less of a morning person than I was. He usually insisted on morning snuggles and told me to entertain my daughter early in the mornings.

"Have you said anything on social media," he sleepily murmured, playing with the ring on my finger.

"Just Instgram, fans already are conspiring about who proposed to me. Most of them think it's you," I tell him, scrolling through the comments. One of them in particular sticks out to me.

harrys.bread: first off, we're so happy for you h! Second off, this wouldn't be sus if you weren't telling us who it was. If you told us who it was and either confirmed or denied our theories, we really would stop questioning whether or not you're with L.

"Love," I gently ask, hoping he'd be okay with what I intended on doing.

"Hmm," he hums.

"What if I confirmed you were the one who proposed, but not in a post. Like reply to someone's comment, so the fans would have to fish through the comments to find out," I ask.

"Baby, if you don't do that, I will," he tells me, chuckling.

Two weeks after I'd discreetly confirmed Louis and I were engaged, fans seemed to finally be finding the comment. I'd responded to the comment that told me I was being 'sus' by saying: "that's because he is the one I'm marrying, love xx-h." That fan had probably screamed and had tweeted and such about it, but none of the other fans seemed to believe them. My manager, Dorthea, had told me that if we were being obvious without being obvious to drop as many hints as I pleased. She said from her perspective it was quite entertaining. Though from any perspective other than the fans I was sure it was.

"Okay, so March," Louis asked. I still wasn't sure why on God's earth he wanted to get married in March of all months. "I was thinking maybe the 17th," he adds on.

"Remind me why you want to get married in March again," I ask, re-entering the room from where I had been putting Darcy down for her nap.

"Well, love, I was doing some research because you, darling, have been quite busy with interviews and such, and I read somewhere that March signified the start of new beginnings," he explained. "And well, this is sort of the start of a new beginning," he finished.

"I love you," I tell him, leaning down to where he's sitting at the table with wedding plans and ideas spread out and kissing him gently. At the contact, he sets his pencil down, and wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me even further down.

"You know, we never did properly celebrate," he murmurs, quickly taking control. He soon has me sitting on top of all the wedding plans and is kissing down my jaw line, making sure to leave marks all over my neck.

"We shouldn't do it on the wedding plans," I whisper as he finds my spot and practically attacks it with his lips. "Oh god, Lou," I moan.

"I can't wait to do this when you're my husband," he hums against my neck. Husband. I couldn't wait for the day that I got to say that I had married the love of my life and for everything that was to follow. I truly did love this man with every fiber in my being.

"I can't wait either, angel," I tell him. And I guess it was in that moment that we both realized what we truly wanted. It wasn't some big over the top wedding with professional photographers, and as many guests we could fit into the venue. We both knew we just wanted it to be us, Darcy, and our mums because they would literally skin us alive if they found out we got married and they weren't invited. And I knew what day too. "Angel," I ask as he pauses his movements.

"Hmm," he asked, meeting my eyes.

"What if we eloped? We could rent a little venu, you me, Darce, and our mums. Maybe like in a garden or something," I suggest. "Nothing over the top because neither of us really want that. Just an intimate little thing with the people that really matter," I continue.

"Just you and me," he asked.

"Always," I promise before he captures my lips in a loving kiss.

A/N ignoring that gigantic abcense, here's a chapter in honor of our dear harold's 27th birthday...