Sick Minded || L.S. ✔️

3

The air smells of fresh rain and tastes of warm coffee from the café two blocks down that is making fresh cups for the cold customers straggling inside. It wasn't hard to reserve the park on a day like this, with the rain falling so fiercely and profusely, but Harry and Louis wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

There are three rows of white benches sitting on either side of the dirt aisle leading up to the oldest standing tree in the town's park-their oak tree-and sitting in them are forty of Harry and Louis' closest relatives and friends. No one complains about the rain, they endorse it. They allow for the water to cover them, ruin outfits and hairstyles, only because it's Harry and Louis and everyone had been waiting for this special day for nearly two years.

"Harry," The now familiar Irish accent calls from the doorframe of Harry's small trailer just yards away from the event. "They're all ready." Harry gives Niall a warm smile before running his hand one last time through his hair and walking out of the small vehicle with Niall.

"Shouldn't you be with Lou?" Harry asks with a slight chuckle, but he's actually curious and a bit worried. Niall is Louis' best man and if anyone were to come and get Harry, he would have expected his best man, Liam, to.

"Well, I suppose making sure you don't get cold feet and run off is just another of many best man duties," Niall chuckles while giving Harry's back a hard pat. "Lou's one of my best friends, Harry and I wouldn't want him to be with anyone who isn't you." Niall gives Harry a small smile and leaves him standing next to Zayn-their friend and officiant-as he moves to stand next to where Louis will be during the ceremony.

"Are you ready, Harry?" Zayn whispers quietly to the nervous man standing in front of him. Zayn had known Louis for a good three months before Louis went to the park on that supposedly insignificant day and, ever since, he has become equally good friends with Harry as he is with Louis.

"Yeah," Liam agrees as he takes a few steps closer to the two in order to hear them more clearly over the rain. "Are you ready to rely your happiness on one person for the rest of your life?"

"I've never wanted anything more in my entire life." Harry smiles tenderly at the mere thought of Louis and his smile grows as he thinks of that perfect man being his husband. "He's all the happiness I'll ever need." He doesn't have to wonder what it will be like for long though as the orchestra, placed elegantly under a canopy, begins playing an all too familiar tune.

Harry immediately turns to face the aisle and he smiles brightly as he sees Gemma-his maid of honor-walk benevolently through the wet grass and over to stand next to Liam. She gives him an odd looking thumbs up as she passes Harry and he simply laughs before turning to watch Louis' groomswomen walk toward the tree only a few beats after Gemma.

Louis' sister, Lottie, leads the line of three followed by Georgia and then Fizzy. They all look absolutely stunning in their drenched pink gowns and Harry smiles at them all as they move to stand next to Niall. However, Louis refused to not have Daisy and Phoebe in the wedding-if it were up to him he would have had Doris and Ernest crawling down the aisle as well-and so, only seconds after the three oldest girls have settled next to Louis' best man, Daisy and Phoebe come skipping happily down the dirt trail.

They are both dressed in matching coral dresses with white bows pinned beautifully in their long hair. Even with the rain filling each of their small baskets, they both try to throw the rose petals floating in the overflowing twin. It doesn't work and even makes Harry chuckle, but neither minds and they quickly make their way up to stand next to their waiting sisters.

At this, Harry finds his stomach erupting with an abundant amount of different emotions and his heart begins fluttering lightly in his chest. After the flower girl, comes the bride. Or, in this case, after the flower girls, comes the love of Harry's life. And, right on cue, Louis comes in view with his arm tightly linked with his father's.