Got The Sunshine On My Shoulders

Chapter 1

It's raining.
Of course it's fucking raining.
"Niall," Harry grumbles into the phone, holding on to it with one hand while he tries to figure out how to turn the wipers on. "When I said 'something inconspicuous', I didn't mean a Ford Fiesta."
"What's the problem?" Niall asks on the other end. He sounds like he's sipping something, the bastard, and the faint hum in the background can only be waves washing onto a beach. "It's a sensible car. I thought you didn't want anyone to recognise—"
"It's too low," Harry interrupts. He's not ready for another lesson, not with the journey he's just had. "The water, it's—it's everywhere. I'm going to aquaplane and flip into a ditch, and then you'll be out of a job."
His voice is a little shrill for the microscopic interior of the car. He wishes he could help it. Stay calm, stay calm, stay fucking calm—
Niall takes a deep breath. "Listen to me," he says. "Put your useless feet on the pedals and drive."
"But I don't want to," Harry whines. One corner of his mouth twitches; he's being such a brat.
"You're a baby," Niall says, dry. "I'm giving you ten seconds to hang up and start driving, or I'll call Peter and tell him to fly over there."
"No security," says Harry sharply. He's gone over this so many times it's more of a mantra, really. "No security. I'm going."
"Good," Niall replies. He's grinning, judging by his tone. Harry hopes, only briefly, that he'll drown in whatever sea is causing the soothing noise on his end of the line. "Don't call me until it's done. Do you hear me?"
Harry sighs. "I hear you—"
"Do not. Call me."
"You should be a motivational speaker," Harry says, finally turning the correct wheel to get his wipers flying over the windscreen. A Ford. For God's sake.
"Bye, Harry," Niall replies, makes a noise that sounds vaguely like an air kiss, and then the line is dead.
Harry sighs, again, and the car rumbles underneath him like it's getting annoyed. It also might simply be on the verge of giving out – he's got the headlights on even though it's three in the afternoon, and the vents are blasting hot air. His bum is still bitterly, bitterly cold; as it turns out, heated seats do not come standard with this glamorous model.
His mobile buzzes in his hand. Start driving!!!!!!!!!!!!! the text says. By the time Harry unlocks his phone, another one has come in – this time a picture of Niall grinning on a sun lounger, dark sunglasses on his nose and his cheeks already pink.
WEAR SUNSCREEN, Harry writes back. He throws his phone in the backseat, too worried he'd cave and call himself a taxi if he kept it close, and fiddles with the radio instead. It's afternoon commute time – every station he can get out here is playing the top 40. More than once, his own voice crackles back at him from the speakers. Usually, he'd enjoy it. He does still get that little bubble of pride in his chest when he's reminded of all these things he's accomplished.
Today, though. Today, even the opening chord feels like a vice around his throat.
Harry abandons the radio and leans back in his seat, trying to breathe. The rain is coming down harder now, lashing against the windows, blurring the outlines of the world outside – except for the sign that Harry knows stands proudly in the distance, every last letter of it burned into his memory.
Holmes Chapel, Twinned with Bessancourt. Please drive slowly through the Village, except the r and v have come off a long time ago.
Please die slowly, Louis used to grin every time they'd—
"Fuck," Harry says, matter of fact, shaking his head to get the memory out. The grey interior of the car throws the word right back in his face.
Fuck.

*
People Magazine
24th April 2017
EXCLUSIVE: Popstars to Tie the Knot
Everyone's favourite singer/songwriter couple have recently decided to get hitched, a source revealed exclusively to People.
Harry Styles, 25, and his beau Marcus Ward, 25, have been an item for a couple of years now, sending fangirls all over the world into a tizzy with every Instagram picture. Now, it seems they've decided to take their relationship to the next level.
"They're extremely happy," a source close to Marcus has told People. "Marcus whisked Harry of on a romantic vacation to Bali, and he popped the question while they were having dinner at sunset. Harry said yes immediately, and they're both over the moon!"
While we don't know anything about wedding plans just yet, we're probably not going to have to wait very long.
"They're really very, very deeply in love," said our souce. "They want a big wedding, and they want everyone they love to be there."
The pair themselves have yet to officially share the news. Harry has been taking a break from social media following the end of his sold out tour to support his second studio album, while Marcus is in the studio hard at work on album number four.
In the past, many have pointed out the singers' careers as a potential weak spot in their relationship. They are often on the road at different times – but, as fans of the couple will confirm, they seem to be together more often that not. During Harry's tour, we saw Marcus attend at least half of the concerts, following his boyfriend – now fiancé! – all over the globe.
And at least year's Grammy's, where Marcus finally turned his fourth nomination into an award, he didn't forget to thank Harry either: "To Harry, the love of my life, for dealing with me playing the drums at four in the morning, and for his undying support."
Remember, you heard it at People first! The music industry's favorite couple is going to don wedding tuxes soon, and we can't wait.
Representatives for the couple declined to comment at this time.