✓ | IVY! larry stylinson x royals au

epilogue!

"Louis, we are going to be late!" Harry shouted out, looking at the watch in their apartment.

"In a minute babe, you know you can't rush this beauty" Louis giggled, walking out of the bathroom, all ready in his "casual" attire, meaning he was wearing a leather jacket, a band t-shirt aka Harry Styles t-shirt and some jeans.

"And on any other day I would agree with you, probably take you on our bed right there...but we do have a show to get to" Harry chuckled, as he pulled him towards him, planting a kiss on his lips.

"Way to be modest and not say that it is your show, in question" Louis chuckled, rolling his eyes, as he playfully slapped his husband. To be honest, Louis never got used to it...he had a husband, and not just any husband, he had Harry. His better half and the man that saw the best in him since day one, even when they "hated" each other. The man who loved him with and without the crown.

"Somebody has to be modest in this relationship and somebody has to be in the spotlight" Harry retorted back, pulling the king in for another kiss. While Louis chuckled, winking at him.

"That's my boy"

"Are you ready to go?" Harry asked, looking at his beloved head to toe, to check if he missed something.

"How much time to we have before we are actually going to be late?" Louis asked with a shy smile, looking innocently at the musician.

"Seven minutes, why?" Harry asked, checking the watch, a puzzled look on his face.

"I would like to take you upon that offer" Louis teased, stepping closer to Harry, feeling his breath on him.

"Now, would you?" Harry teased, going in for a kiss.

"Yes, please" Louis jumped up excitedly, while Harry turned them around, pushing him onto the bed.

"Oh the things you do to me Louis Tomlinson" Harry rubbed his hands, laying above Louis on bed, while Louis protested "You mean Louis Styles-Tomlinson".

"How could I forget, my husband" Harry giggled, connecting their lips into seven memorable minutes.
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"You are an hour late, Styles...and considering that Louis is attached to you by the hip, I can tell why" Niall teased, waving his hand between the couple. Louis started blushing, while Harry chuckled, kissing the royal on the top of head, before turning to Niall "Are you and the boys ready to go?"

"As ready as we'll ever be...now go, before T and Tonya cut your head off...or even worse, your hair" Niall nodded, pointing back to Harry's dressing room.

"But I was just starting to get used to your short hair" Louis pulled on the tiny curl that was forming from Harry's recently short hair, teasing.

"I'll cut it off again, all of it" Harry jumped up, looking to satisfy his husband.

"Don't, I like to have something to pull on" Louis whispered teasingly, however not enough quiet for Niall not to hear, who coughed to that "Simp"

"Niall!" Harry protested, while Niall mimicked him "Harry!". However, that was cut shortly by T yelling from the dressing room "Harold!"

"You're a dead man...it was nice knowing you Haz" Louis gulped, pointing in the direction of the dressing room "I would go all "I'm the king, he is my husband and he can be late", but I am scared of them...good luck, H, see you out there"

"You are not going to give me a good luck kiss before I get on stage?" Harry whined, while Louis rolled his eyes, going in for a kiss. "Fine big baby, I will find you and give you a kiss before you go on stage"

"I love you" Harry shouted out happily.

"Thank you!" Louis giggled as he ran off, while he shouted out after him. "Louis"