Larry smut

Daddy Will Fix It

⚠️by an orphan_account on ao3

⚠️summary:

Harry constantly gets stressed about planning their upcoming wedding. Thankfully, Louis is always there to fix it.

H is 22 & L is 30

⚠️words: 3409

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Harry both loves and despises wedding planning. It’s stressful having to pick out and plan every little detail of the celebration. Though it’s always worth it being able to check off the many things to do on his list. Today, after getting his college work done with, he works on the table settings. At first he didn’t think it would be hard but then all the different choices came up and though money wasn’t an issue, it was difficult to decide between all the different things he loved. Currently, he’s back on the decision of chairs, and he’s narrowed it down to two sets. He was able to see their actual chairs a few days before, getting to feel if they were comfortable and how they looked up close. He didn’t decide just yet though, just let them know he would pick between the two. Afterall he couldn’t have anybody reserving them before he did. This time he finally decided though, going with a cushiony one with the wood in an elegant gold. He sits up from where he was laying down across the couch and pushed down his blue shorts to make them more comfortable on himself. He’s wearing a white loose tank top as well, his regular lazy day attire. He pulls his phone out and found the number of the company, calling them up. Even this was exciting, because it meant having one less thing to do.

“Hi, this is Harry Styles, I was ca–,” he begins to say before he was interrupted by a perky voice.

“Oh, Mr, Styles!” a woman says excitedly and Harry let out a breath and smiled. It isn’t that surprising that he was already recognized. Afterall he’s the fiance of the Louis Tomlinson, one of the highly uprising actors in the business. Harry is known a bit for his photography, but he knew most of the recognition he got is because he's Louis’ boyfriend and he got more people to see his work. “How can I help you today?” she asks politely and Harry sits up and crosses his legs together.

“Yeah, a few days ago I went in to check out a few sets of chairs that you have and I’ve decided now which one I would like to reserve,” Harry says, fiddling with the brochure in his lap.

“Oh, I’m glad, and which one was that?” she asks, Harry hearing typing on a keyboard in the background. Harry looks back down to the booklet and brushed his fingers over the page and read over the name.

“The Gold Chiavari chairs, the um third set,” he tells her, looking back up and fiddling with the pages again distractedly.

“Mhmm,” she hums, then, “Oh.” Harry scrunches up his eyebrows. “Oh, I’m sorry those have already been reserved,” she says with a fake saddened tone in her voice. Harry is taken aback.

"What? But how? I made sure to have them set apart so they wouldn’t be reserved, it’s only been like four days,” he says, growing more and more upset. Of course this would happen to him.

“I’m sorry, we have a three day only policy and another couple already had their eyes on it as well,” she says, “But can I interest you in the silver set?” Then she's going off about how they compliment the damn silverware and go with many colors and she just won’t shut up. But all Harry can do is get more and more upset, tears brimming his eyes. Even his second option seems like shit now, because he finally set his mind on these and they were taken from him.