Wrong Place To Rob [L.S.]

Epilogue ~ "I care."

You were right, Liam. We have a problem.

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Wouldn't be the first time someone lied in my face.

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Wrong place to rob, sweetheart.

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Well aren't you just brave.

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We're not killing them.

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I hope you taste my saliva.

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Call me Haz.

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Don't.

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I don't know why you're still alive.

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I don't want you to die.

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I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry.

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I'm not leaving, Lou.

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I will protect you.

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That's how much I care.

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I'm here.

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"I'm sorry we did that."

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I'll be back, love.

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Stop it, Louis.

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Lou?

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I loved you.

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I thought your hands would stay clean.

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I love you.

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"I do."

"And so, do you, Mr. Edward Stylinson, take thee William McClane, as your lawfully wedded husband, to love and cherish in both days of sickness and in health, until death do you apart?

Louis noticed a dark pinkish blush forming on Harry's cheeks as his in a second to be husband spoke, "I do."

"Then hereby, I pronounce you husband," the priest gestured to Louis, then moved towards Harry, "and husband. Congratulations, you both may now, kiss."

Louis couldn't stop smiling, same for Harry, as he felt him clasping his hands harder and pulling him closer, until their noses touched and Louis' breath hitched. He tried to stop smiling but failed immensely as he leaned forward to close the little space that was left between their contradictory lips.

The kiss was god damn blessing, to say the least. For the crowd, it may have taken about a minute, but to Harry and Louis it seemed to last forever.

It started slow, as Harry lightly sucked on Louis' bottom lip and let his tongue poke out just a little to tease. But after only a matter of seconds he wanted more, so as Louis moved one hand around Harry's neck and Harry's arms slid around the smaller man's waist, Louis was happy to welcome Harry's tongue in his mouth and caress it with his own.

Louis had to hold back a small moan, he was still in front of all their new (since about 2 years) friends and their family.

No one had really asked them both why they didn't have any family of their own coming, but they knew it hung in the air. Of course, they couldn't just tell them that their family thought they were dead because Harry used to be a criminal and Louis helped put up their fake death to escape everyone.

The wedding was lovely, exactly as Harry and Louis had wanted it. A delicious dinner had been served and was followed by an evening of dancing, talking and a lot of drinking. It meant so much to both of them, and they were so glad they could start over.

That's why somewhat around 5:00am, when the last guests received their last pint or glass of champagne, they all cheered the same thing, Louis and Harry once again kissing in the middle of it all.

"Cheers to the new Stylinson family!"

They went home that night, morning? Whatever. Obviously, they went home smiling this time. Both free, both happy. Louis squealed shortly and giggled when Harry carried him bridal style as he jumped over the threshold. They stumbled up the stairs and laughed some more, whispering and yelling I love you's until they reached their bedroom door, and beyond.

It was a happy moment.

They were truly happily married.

And if Harry made love to Louis during sunrise in the bright orange colour their room was flashed in, no one had to know.

If louis cried when Harry helped him come down, no one had to know.

If they wanted to love each other for the rest of their lives, they wanted the whole damn world to know.