Shut up, soulmate!

Epilogue

Written by LouisThiccSexyAss

-5 Years Later -

It was their wedding day. Now, at 21 and 23, they were getting married.

The last five years had been amazing, and Louis had never been so happy with someone.

They'd continued seeing each other basically every weekend, and that's how Harry had lost his virginity, a weekend six months into their relationship (they'd tried to do it before, but Harry was finding the tattoo placement too funny for anything meaningful to actually happen), it was amazing and beautiful, he'd never felt closer to Harry.

He'd proposed to Harry on his 21st birthday, when they'd been out celebrating. It had been planned for a few days later (a massive, elaborate proposal, only the best for his boy), but Louis had taken the ring with him everywhere and Harry had grabbed him and kissed him and he just needed to tell his Harry immediately about how he wants to marry him, so he did. Making the boy cry.

One of the more annoying things about the relationship was when people asked about his tattoo, or Harry's tattoo. They didn't know how to say it, how to explain (telling their parents had been the worst, Louis couldn't look his mother in the eye for four months, and another two once they'd finally slept together) where the tattoos were. Like, it was on his dick, there's not much else you could say. It being on your inner thigh or your crotch area was better, but actually on his dick, like physically on his literal penis? Even Harry's ass tattoo was better!

Harry had been a nervous wreck leading up to the wedding, obsessively planning it so that it was absolutely perfect. It was adorable.

Even though Harry was still just as adorable as the cutie he'd met five years ago, a lot had changed. Harry's hair was now long (Louis loved it), he's grown taller than Louis (Louis didn't really love that, but he could still cuddle Harry the same, and carry him around, and Harry was still his little spoon, that would never change) his hands were now massive (that was nice), he was more muscular now (that was hot), his voice had deepened (that was incredibly hot). But one thing that never changed was Harry still being Louis' baby, they'd always fallen asleep wrapped up in each other's arms, whispering softly 'I love you's' into the soft silence as Harry laid his head against Louis' chest.

It hadn't been smooth sailing, Louis' first two years at Uni were difficult, Harry's insecurity had gotten the best of him, and he got jealous at every mention of a new male friend, and it caused so much strain on the relationship that there were times that Louis didn't see a future for them. But they stuck together, they'd gotten over it, they'd talked and figured it out (a lot of reassuring that Louis would never leave Harry, even for David Beckham had assisted in this, but of course Harry had then yelled at him saying that he'd be mad if he didn't leave for David Beckham, because Harry would leave Louis for Chris Hemsworth in a heartbeat: "Sorry, Lou, but he's really really sexy, not my fault!" and were better than ever from that point forward (even if Louis lived in the constant fear of meeting Chris Hemsworth).

Harry had ended up appearing at his dorm room door in the middle of the night, claiming to have missed Louis (but Louis knew that it was just his insecurities doubled with stress over Uni and exams that made his missing Louis unbearable) and they'd spent the night cuddling and Harry telling him every way he'll murder Louis if he dares even look at another guy in the way he looks at Harry. It was strangely graphic for a guy who can't watch a mild horror movie and cute and a little ridiculous.

Life was great, and Louis proposing seemed like the perfect thing to do, even if Harry was slightly annoyed he didn't end up doing the elaborate one.

They'd had to wait until Harry graduated University, and since he'd only done a three year course, September of that year was perfect (so Harry had the summer to prepare).

The theme was pastel, and everything was green and blue (Harry's a sap), Louis is wearing a green tie, Harry a blue one. The flowers are blue, the drapes green or blue, the little pocket squares green, white is around too, but he likes the colours.

"We are gathered here today to join these two men in Holy Matrimony." Louis isn't religious, but it meant a lot to his mum (Harry's too), so here he is. He would have been happy just doing it without the introduction of religion, but he wants his family to be happy.

They go through the process, until his vows. "H, I love you. You know I do, you're my dork. I'm so happy I met you, so happy you woke me up singing Bryan Adams of all people, because I now have you. You're my person, you know? Yeah, we're soulmates, but it feels like we're more than that. Even if soulmates didn't exist or whatever, or it wasn't this easy for soulmates to find one another, I still like to think I would have found you. Often at these things, we say 'til death us do part', but I'm gonna say we're gonna find each other after that. In the afterlife, in another life, whatever. But I'll find you, yeah? You're never gonna get rid of me. Marriage for us feels like a formality, but it's gonna be great calling you my husband. I can't wait to spend more than forever with you."

There's 'awws' around the room, and Harry shakily wipes his eyes.

"I never thought that you saying something that just sounds stupid would make me cry, but here we are." Harry says, squeezing his hand. "Sometimes I can't believe I found you, and that you're you. You're my Louis, and I never want to even look at anyone else, not even Chris Hemsworth. You better uphole that promise of finding me wherever we are, in any existence, because I'm going to hold you to that. I'll still love you if I were a worm, and you a bird. I can't wait to spend more than forever with you either, I can't wait to grow old with you, I can't wait to get home to you every day and see my husband. No matter what happens, no matter how far across the world I travel, no matter how different our paths may turn out to be, I always want to return home to your arms, because that's where I belong. I love you Louis, and I don't think it's humanly possible to stop. I loved the idea of you before we met, I've loved you since we met, and I've continued to do so. I'll love you even when you're gone, and I'll love you when we meet again in another life."

There's cheers, puke noises from Lottie, quiet reprimanding from Louis' mother. Harry beams at him, his dimples popping out, thumb running over his knuckles. They exchange rings, matching with either an emerald or sapphire (what else would you expect? It's Louis and Harry, or as Niall says, LouisandHarry, they're so in love that putting them in the same sentence doesn't do it justice, that you should say it in all in one breath).

"I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss."

Harry's smile grows wider, and he leans forward, meeting Louis in the middle so they can attach their lips, eyes fluttering shut.

It's as mindblowing and out of this world as their first kiss, and the taste and smell of Harry, the feel of his skin against Louis' hand (he still cups Harry's cheek when they kiss, habits like that are hard to break) lips still as soft, hair tickling against Louis' forehead as it always has.

Harry pulls away, so they're just sharing air. "I love you, Lou." He whispers, privately, only for Louis to hear. Louis smiles, Harry running his thumb over the crinkles by Louis' eye. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby. Always." Louis whispers back as they turn to face their families for the first time as a married couple.

"To more than forever?" Harry asks, smile seemingly permanently etched on his face. And god, he loves this man. So much that he doesn't even think claiming it as obsession or infatuation or passion or fascination or any other synonym doesn't even begin to cover it.

"More than forever." Louis confirms, kissing him again.

The End