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...
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"Come on. Dublin. We should be making tracks." Louis says to Harry, both sitting in the wooden chairs put around the table in a small tent near the lake.
"No. The priest is gonna give us a ride to the bus station when it's over." Harry replies.
"We can walk!" Louis says exasperated.
"I'm not walking another four hours in these shoes." Harry looks at the newly wedded pair, both whispering and giggling to each other. "Besides, look how beautiful it all is."
"l kind of hate weddings." Louis whispers.
"Why? Because people are in love? That's so offensive to you?" Harry smiles at him taking a sip from his champagne.
"Yeah." Louis nods seriously making Harry frown.
"You know, you have all of these random opinions and a bad attitude." Harry scoffs at him. "What do you know? You're clearly not married, and you have obviously never been engaged."
Louis looks at him with a blank face. "Actually, l have." He lifts his champagne glass in air. "Once." He finishes the drink in one gulp, while Harry watches him intently, mildly surprised.
"l don't want to interrupt a good party, but l want to say thank you to my husband." The Greek god resembling groom says into the mic he holds, standing in his place. "l want to say, may you never steal, lie or cheat." He says placing a hand on the puppy eyed groom's neck, smiling at him. "But if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows. And if you must lie, lie with me all the nights of my life. And if you must cheat, then please cheat death, because l couldn't live a day without you. Cheers!"
The guests clap when he finishes and leans down to give his husband a kiss. Louis stands up from his seat suddenly and walks away, and Harry frowns at him and follows him a few seconds after.
Harry finds him watching the lake, standing leaning back on the trunk of a fallen tree. "Are you all right?"
"Grand. You know, it's just hot in there." Louis replies looking far away at the lake.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry asks softly.
Louis smiles looking down at his shoes. "Listen, Bob. You're not in America now." He smiles looking at Harry. "You're in Ireland. So, have a drink. Shut up."
Harry looks at him unimpressed. "l was just trying to help."
"Help?" A big sarcastic grin appears on Louis' face.
"Yeah."
"That's hilarious." He crosses his arms in front of his chest. "The man who's so desperate, he's diddly-eying his way to Dublin, making the most important decision of his life based on some ridiculous tradition, which, frankly, is a load of old poo. So, thank you, but it's not l who needs the help, okay?" Louis finishes with a smile.
Harry fishmouthes for a seconds before replying. "It is not a load of poo." Louis looks at him with a stupid smily face. "It's romantic." He says before stomping away grumpily. "It's really, really romantic." Harry says looking back at him and walks away.
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Louis weaves in between the people and reaches besides Harry, who was sitting in front of the counter of the bar, sipping some drink. Harry looks at him once he reaches besides him. "I'm not good at weddings." Louis states sighing lightly.
Harry smiles at him before chuckling. "They're better with a couple martinis."
"Okay, thank you very much!" The singer of the band that was playing some old irish song says. "We're going to do a special request now for the groomsmen and groomsmaids."
"Want a go?" Louis asks tilting his head towards the dance floor.
"No. No, l don't... l don't Riverdance." Harry shakes his head rapidly laughing.
"Do you never let your hair down, Bob?" Louis raises his eyebrows at him.
"Yes." Harry sighs before standing up and taking the hand Louis offered. "In my way, l do."
"Good." Louis leads them both to the dancefloor, a new irish song starting.
They stand in a circle, joining hands with the nearby people. "Now, this is an easy one. You'll pick it up. Just follow them." Harry nods his head linking his fingers with Louis. "We're going in a circle going that way." They all starts going in a circle skipping accordingly to the tune.
They seprates into pairs, Louis and Harry holding each others both hands in front of them, skipping forward and backward to the centre of the dance floor like others. They change pairs as another man takes Harry's hand and holds him by his waist, Louis doing the same with a woman. Harry giggles loudly as they start doing rounds and the man twirls him. They go fast as the beat of the song speeds up, all other pairs shuffling away from them.
The guy lifts Harry by his waist and twirls him fast in the air while Harry laughs loudly. Louis smiles brightly from the side, watching Harry being free and dancing. "No, no, put me down!" Harry giggles as he feels dizzy. He stumbles in his place once he lands on his feet, making him fall back into somebody, making them both fall to the ground, Harry on the person's back.
Louis shuffles forward, lifting Harry up from the groom's back while the other groom lifts his husband up. He gasps seeing his bloody hand, where his hand squished the champagne glass when he fell.
"I'm really sorry." Harry whispers to the puppy eyed groom, who's hand was now bandaged and kissed by his husband. "l was spinning."
"Forget about it." The puppy eyed guy chuckles. "At least it wasn't my husband." He smiles at his greek god husband.
"Yeah. Right. At least it wasn't him." Harry laughs placing his hand on the table, making his hand collide with a glass of wine, which falls on the lap of the other groom and his pants. Harry curses to himself before looking up at them from the glass on the floor. "I'm..."
"l thought l was bad at weddings." Louis mutters stifling a laugh, walking away from Harry silently.
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The puppy eyed and greek god grooms. Hmm... Who might that be?
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