ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐒 ˡᵃʳʳʸ ˢᵗʸˡⁱⁿˢᵒⁿ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

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"Here, Hazza." Louis says, handing him his t-shirt.

"Oh, thanks, Lou." Harry says, kissing him softly. He'd kiss him longer but the other three are watching. Mostly Niall. 

Niall looks at them proudly from the couch, proving he was the only one really watching them. "I did this. I got them back together. I saved their relationship and I saved Harry from eternal depression."

Liam claps slowly. "Bravo. Encore. You deserve a medal." He says sarcastically, clearly over the obsession Niall has with them.

"They're cute." Niall says. "My son and son-in-law. I love them."

"Which is your son?" Zayn asks, genuinely curious.

"Louis." Niall says. "Obviously. "Do I look anything like Harry?"

"Do you look anything like Louis?" Zayn responds.

Harry laughs, pulling his shirt over his head. "And Niall, you didn't do this. I did this. Lou did this. I had the idea."

"Yeah, but I convinced you to get out of bed." Niall says. "And good god, was that hard. I did the hard part. You know that."

Harry chuckles. "Yeah. It was worth it though. I love you, Lou."

"I love you more, Haz." Louis says, threading his arms around Harry's waist and hugging him. 

Niall smiles, pressing his hand to his mouth, practically squealing. "I'm so proud! I fucking love you guys!"

Harry puts his chin on Louis's head. "Niall, please shut up. I love you too, but please shut up."

"Then stop being cute." Niall says.

Louis presses his cheek to Harry's chest. "No, don't do that. I like it." Harry smiles, putting his arms around his waist. 

"Damn it, Louis!" Niall says. "I'm going to die from your cuteness if you don't quit it."

Liam pushes himself up off the couch. "Okay, I have to go. Zayn?"

"What?" Zayn says, looking over at him.

"You're my ride, remember?" Liam says.

"Right." Zayn says, smiling. "Bye, Niall. Bye, Tomlinsons."

"Bye." Louis and Harry say at the same time as the two of them walk out the door.

Niall bursts out laughing. "I can't believe you both responded to that. Actually, no, I can. I entirely can."

"Well, first of all, for me, it's technically true," Louis says. "And Harry loves me. He'll be a Tomlinson someday. I'm working on it."

Harry nods. "I'm on board with this plan. I do want to be a Tomlinson."

Niall shakes his head. "Well, as great as that is, I have to go too. Goodbye."

Niall waves, walking out of the house too. Louis lifts his head and looks at Harry.

Harry smiles. "What is it? Why are you making that face? Not that I'm complaining. It's awfully cute."

Louis smiles too. "I want to marry you, Harry. What Zayn said made me realize just how much that's true. I love you so much, Haz. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone."

"I love you too, Lou." Harry says, kissing gently.

"Hey, Harry?" Louis says.

"Yeah?" Harry says, looking into his bright blue eyes.

"Will you marry me?" Louis asks, grinning broadly.

"Really?" Harry says, his mouth falling open, a smile spreading across his face.

"Yeah, really, Haz." Louis says. "Will you really marry me?"

"Then yeah." Harry says. "I will marry you. I will really, really marry you."

Louis kisses him, putting his hands in his hair. He jumps into his arms, wrapping his legs around Harry's waist. Harry catches him, holding him tightly, never wanting to let go.

"You know I've been in love with you since I was seventeen?" Louis says, smiling bigger than he ever has.

Harry kisses him again. "Somehow, that makes you even cuter. If that's even a thing that can happen."

"Harry Edward Styles, I am not cute." Louis says, scowling in the cutest way possible.

"I beg to differ." Harry says. "So cute and so small."

"The wedding is off." Louis says. "Harry fucking Styles, I swear to god, the wedding is off. You can just stay a Styles forever." 

Harry pouts, jutting out his bottom lip. "Lou-is."

"Damn it!" Louis says. "Why are you so goddamn cute!? It's not fair! I can't say no when you do things like that!"

"So I still get to marry you?" Harry asks excitedly.

"Yes." Louis says. He leans up and kisses Harry's forehead. "Love you, Hazza."

"Love you more." Harry says.

"Untrue." Louis says. Harry looks at him. "Sorry, but it's not possible." Then Louis's face breaks into a smile. "I'm so happy I get to marry you, Haz. I'm so happy that we can finally be a normal couple."

Harry smiles back at him, his green eyes twinkling. "See? Cute."

Louis glares at him. "I highly dislike you."

"You love me." Harry says.

"Well, yeah," Louis says. "But I still highly dislike you. Oh, wait, does this mean I get to call you my ex-boyfriend?"

"No," Harry says. Louis frowns. "Louis, we are not turning into a meme."

"Why not, though?" Louis asks.

Harry smiles, shaking his head. "You know, sometimes I'm pretty sure you're an angel, but the rest of the time I just honestly don't know what to make of you."

"I'm half angel, half devil." Louis says.

"Is that possible?" Harry asks.

"Well, now it is." Louis says. He kisses Harry. "I love you, Haz."

"I love you too, Lou." Harry says and he kisses Louis again, but this time, neither of them break away.