When yet another anniversary passes without a marriage proposal from his boyfriend, Harry decides to take action. Aware of an Irish tradition that allows to pop the question on Feb. 29, he plans to follow his lover to Dublin and ask him to marry him...
The old station master, whose name they learned was Frank, decided to take pity on them, and to take them to his home, which is also a B&B. Both Louis and Harry, with his Gucci suitcase of course, followed him and his dog, Poof, to his home.
They reach a house, small yet welcoming, standing near the trees and a lake. "Here we are. The best little B&B in Tipperary." Frank says opening the door, welcoming them in.
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"Come in. Come in." Frank hangs his cap on the hanger, walking further inside. It was warm and all homey inside. The walls and furnitures somehow dripped of comfort for Harry. Frank enters the dining room, Harry following him in, while Louis stood by the doorframe. "Look what the cat dragged in." Frank says to a woman who came out from the room which seemed to be the kitchen, an apron tied in front of her.
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"Oh, my poor dears." She exclaims. "You're lucky, so you are. Just half an hour ago, I had two backpackers at the door wanting the room." She looks at her husband, eyes with a knowing look. "But they weren't married. Admitted it right out. No shame." She says rolling her eyes.
Harry hears her talk and swiftly looks at Louis, who was also listening to the woman rant with crossed arms. Louis takes a few steps forward and stops right beside Harry, eyes focused on the lady, nodding his head to whatever she was saying.
"So I sent them packing." She continues. "Right is right. Rain or no rain." Frank nods his head at his wife humming agreedly. "So, it's Mr and Mr..." The lady asks looking at them cheerfully.
"Styles." "Tomlinson." Harry and Louis says at the same time.
"Sty..." Harry looks at Louis with an awkward smile. "...Linson." He looks back the lady who had a confused face. "Stylinson." He repeats chuckling looking at Louis, pinching his bicep from where he had his hand draped over, to tell him something.
"It's actually Styles-Tomlinson." Louis smiles brightly at the woman. "We're not long married, so it's quite a mouthful for an American. So, the shortened one." The woman nods smiling at them understanding. "I come from a long, long line of Tomlinsons. And now, it's Styles-Tomlinson, so happy to be." Louis says tapping Harry's hand lovingly. "We're praying that one day we'll be able to have a son and heir to keep the new name going, hopefully." Louis finishes looking at the ground awkwardly, making the woman coo at them.
