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...
"Are you sure she's gonna make it?" Harry asks skeptically as he waits patiently in the passenger seat, when Louis' Renault 4 decided to stop abruptly on their road trip.
"Remember, she's a classic." Louis states as a matter of fact, trying to start the engine to life. "And she's good as new, even after some crazy guy tried to push her off the road." He taps the steering wheel lovingly.
"l didn't try to push her off the road!" Harry scoffs innocently. "l was scraping cow poo off my shoe 'cause some rude man wouldn't help me with the cows." He says straightening his white sheer shirt he was wearing with his black pants. Louis is in a similar pants along with a white crisp shirt, his wedding band shining on his ring finger.
"Only because someone was being pigheaded and couldn't wait." Louis turns his head to look at Harry, a fond smile on his face despite the comment.
Harry rolls his eyes and looks away, a smile permenant on his lips. "Shut up."
"Make me." Louis teases which makes Harry raise his eyebrows at him. He yanks Louis by his collar, planting his lips on Louis'. He sucks and licks and nips on them which extracts small whimpers from Louis.
Louis tugs on his hair where he had his fingers as he dips his tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry moans unbuckling his seat belt without breaking the kiss and leans up from his seat to climb onto Louis' lap.
"Alright, alright." Louis breaks the kiss pushing Harry by his chest back his own seat making him huff and pout. "Calm down, tiger."
"Okay, hedgehog." Harry rolls his eyes annoyed about losing his chance for car sex.
"Froggy, day is still young, my love. We've only just started." He kisses Harry one more time before turning on the car, which roars to life, thankfully. "There you are."
"Right." Harry nods as Louis turns around and picks up the map.
"Where to?" Louis spreads the map in front of both of them.
Harry has a stupid yet happy smile as he takes it from him and throws in the back. "Just drive." Harry shrugs.
"You got it, Bob." Louis nods and the accelerates the car forward.
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Harry sighs happily melting more into his seat. "Wait a minute. Where's Gucci?"
"Gucci? He's fine. Strapped him to the roof."
"You strapped him to the roof? He'll get filthy up there."
"Don't worry. We'll throw him in the wash. He'll be grand."
