Tell Me When it Hurts *ORIGINAL*

T W E N T Y T H R E E

> Twenty Three< Flowers... Fucking Flowers.

As Harry brushed the lint from his coat Louis stayed rooted to his side, his fringe swept across his face in a way that made Harry melt. "Mr. Styles, your medication is ready." Sighing whilst shooting a slow glance to the teasing clock, Harry strolled up to the counter taking the bottle of pills into his hands. "These should help you stay calm." She informed smiling softly, Harry gave a(n) intent nod, "T-thanks. Come along Lou." He ordered with his hand holding it out for Louis to grab onto.

Louis had laid down to take a nap as soon as they returned home, leaving Harry to draw over his options of taking the damn pill. Should he? Of course he should. But will he? Groaning Harry put them aside beginning to work on spreadsheets. Fiddling through his drawers Harry saw a crumpled up sheet of paper, "What the hell?" unfolding it Harry saw what looked like another chart, although this one was in red crayon, "No wed fowers. Dadi woves geen. Geen fowers. Be in sut. No Dess." the short orders had Harry chuckling, at the top of the paper had the title : Weddin. At dinner Harry would get Louis to translate his terrible spelling. Beneath the paper was a colored flower, it was blue and green causing a smile from Harry as he lazily scanned the pills again, sighing before popping one in.

When Louis came out with a stuffed bear tucked under his arm, his crème jumper making him look even more adorable. "Hey baby."

"Hi daddy." Louis greeted, "Did you sleep good?"

"Yes daddy." The boy groggily replied finding himself exhausted as he curled into Harry more. "Hey baby, what is this?" Harry asked setting Louis up against his whining protests, huffing Louis hurriedly scanned the paper before it hit him of what it was. Blush painted his cheeks as he buried himself into Harry, "I-I was p-planning t-the weddin."

"It's a wedding baby, and can you explain some of these plans?" Harry added, Louis happily nodded pointing to the first chart, "T-this say n-no red flowers daddy."

"why no red flowers?"

"I no like them." Louis responded looking more serious then Harry had ever seen him, "Alright no red flowers."

"No red fowers. They ugly. Very ugly daddy." Louis assured, it would be a nightmare to have red flowers at his wedding. "Okay baby I promise to not have any red flowers at the wedding."

"We have green, okay?" Louis begged, Harry sighed, "I don't really want green flowers either baby, they aren't that pretty."

"Yes huh!"

"Louis don't raise your voice at me." Harry reminded sternly, "Then no be mean." Louis snapped back crossing his arms, Harry snatched the bear from the boys arms putting it on his desk having Louis whine reaching for it, "No. you're not getting it back. You called me mean."

"you call green flowers ugly!"

"They are ugly!"

"Not not!"

"Yes are!" Harry argued realizing that after the incorrect grammatical comment how stupid he sounded. "Why don't we get a colour we both want?" Harry suggested kissing Louis' temple, "I want green." Louis pouted, "Do you want a spanking?" Harry questioned his stern tone reminding Louis of his place as he shook his head, "no daddy."

At dinner Louis thought of more colour before the couple decided on white for the damned things. Harry would be wearing a dark black suit, Louis didn't know what he would wear yet. However he couldn't wait for the wedding that was happening in two days. As they cuddled in bed, Louis glanced up at Harry, "Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"I-I love you."

"I love you too Lou."