Promise//l.t

Wedding Preperations...and a Distraction

"LOUIS!!! Come quick, it's an emergency!"

"What?!" I hear Louis  yell from the bathroom, before running into the living room, where I was currently sitting at the table, surrounded by tons of bridal magazines.

As he came into view, I saw half of his face covered in shaving cream and the other half free of any facial hair.

"Ooh babe, I'm sorry. Were you shaving?" I asked, lightly cleaning up the rest of the shaving cream.

"Well yeah, you said you had an emergency. What's wrong?"

"Oh right! Okay so which flowers are better for the centerpiece, lillies or callas?"

"Okay wait before we choose this how about we redefine the meaning of an emergency. This," HE said, gesturing to the pictures of the flowers, "Is not defined as an emergency."

"Louis come on, we're getting married in a month! Any issue related to the wedding is considered an emergency!"

"Exactly, love, we have a month and you have all that time to make these decisions. How about you and I go on a date tonight? Get your mind off of some things?" He said before dotting kisses up my neck.

I sighed contentedly, before realizing that I still needed to figure out what kind of music was going to play at the wedding. "Nooo Louis come on I need you to help me with this stuff. I can't make all these decisions on my own."

"Honey chill, you're worrying too much about this. We could get married behind a dumpster wearing nothing but garbage bags and I'd still just be happy to marry you." He said, kissing me lightly. "Plus, it's just a party anyway."

"Louis, I love you, but if you continue referring to our wedding as 'just a party' I might have to uninvite you." I joked.

"You wouldn't dare." Louis replied, nuzzling his head in between my shoulder and my neck. "Hey by the way," He began, "Are you going to change your last name when we get married?"

"Ah, I don't know. I mean it seems kind of old fashioned, you know?"

"Aw but I want you to be Mrs. Louis Tomlinson." He pouted.

"Okay, how about April Whitaker-Tomlinson?"

"Can I still call you Mrs. Tomlinson?"

"Hmm. Only when we're alone."

"Deal."

I leaned in and kissed him again, sucking lightly on his bottom lip.

He groaned softly, and pulled away to look me in the eyes. "Apriiil don't do that to me. Can you please take a break from all this stuff and go take a nap with me? Please?" As soon as Louis flashed me the puppy dog eyes I was a goner.

"All right. Let's go, loverboy."

I grabbed his hand pulling him into the room and on the bed, before cuddling up to him and falling asleep shortly.

~

I woke up and immediately rolled over, searching for Louis' hand.

"Hi April." I heard a deep voice say. I opened my eyes and was met with the cheekily smiling face of Harry Styles.

Startled, I backed away in a hurry and clumsily fell off the bed. Harry peered of the edge, raising an eyebrow.

"Dude, what the fuck. Where's Louis and why are you in my bed?"

"Now, now, April, no need to curse."

"Harry Edward Styles you answer me and you answer me now."